Work It Out
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Part of what made my PTSD/situation a lot worse than what it began as was the experiences I had with a variety of mental health professionals. The best way I can describe what happened to me was I had a sort of a mental breakdown over a period of about six to seven months.
My brain was gearing up; I was undergoing a lot of changes, personal growth and personal development; I was a full-time college student, a resident assistant (dorm dad), working part-time, and also pursing personal romantic and career interests. But a relationship I had with one particular person - who was NOT an abuser - was what fueled everything I did, but at the same time, it was distressing because in my head we would be on the same page, but in reality, we wouldn't be on the same page at all. In the end, it felt like I was changing my entire life and working myself to the bone for him, and he didn't even understand it.
It ended up - literally - driving me crazy. I would break down crying almost daily; the relationship I had with this person was primarily online via chat, phone, and Facebook. We lived far apart and one of the key issues stressing me was making the decision to travel to see this person; this person's main objective was to fall in love and get married; I was simply happy that I had met someone who inspired me so much to work so hard and to really live by my ideals and my values. I was hoping he would notice but it just frustrated me that he spent so much of his time - if not all of it - living in a romantic, whimsical world, seemingly unaware of how much of an effect he had on me, and in turn, everyone and everything around me and everything I chose to do. He wasn't actively controlling my behavior - as an abuser would - but inadvertently, since I found him to be inspiring. I would swing between angry, and then peaceful and centered constantly. Not that there's anything wrong with that; it just didn't get me anywhere.
I was treading emotional, as well as mental and physical water, paddling as hard as I could but never getting anywhere; on the one hand, wanting to commit myself fully to the situation before me, but on the other hand, terrified that I had no support, that I was heading in the wrong direction, that the main person behind this all didn't even understand what was going on.
My original reason for starting this post was to vent about my experiences with mental health professionals; but I ended up storytelling a little bit more than I planned. During the entire period of this experience, I sought professional mental help. But I always felt that either one of two things, or both, was happening during my "sessions":
1. the person failed to understand the severity of my symptoms, what I meant by "stress", and "losing my mind"; you could say, unable to understand the current state of mind, and:
2. the person was unable to identify the desired state of mind and fabricate a concrete plan as to getting there
Now I'm not mad specifically at the therapists I saw; I think they are wonderful people who do the best they can with what they have, and do the best they know how to do. But that's the problem: they were UNPREPARED. It was as if they had NEVER encountered even a story, even someone TALKING to them about this type of experience. And they probably hadn't. No training. No explanation; no background; nothing. THAT is a problem to me. If you have letters after your name (LMHT, PsyD, whatever) you better sure as hell be able to do your job. And if you can't, recognize that you can't in a timely manner and refer your patients to somehow who can help them. I can't put into words how much - by no direct fault of the therapists I saw - my experience seeking help in that stressful time made me that much more angry, bitter, jaded, and broken in my life and in my situation.
I began researching mental disorders during my stress, not out of a desire to label myself, but in the hopes that the symptoms of something I came across would somewhat resemble what I was experiencing; the closest I could come was PTSD. I would bring that up in sessions, and of course, logically, something each of the professionals asked me, over and over again, was "What was your trauma?" (laughs) And when asked that, I would simply tell them the story again and say, "There is no trauma; I'm just simply losing my mind!"
I guess the main point of this post is to see if anyone else can relate to anything that I went through - either on the "set-up" end of things (the stress that led to everything else), or on the "recovery" side of things (therapists that, despite their best efforts, did not seem to have any frame of reference with which to compare what you were going through to and were essentially ineffective in providing you with any concrete assistance). And if nothing else, it's just venting. Thanks for reading. ;)
My brain was gearing up; I was undergoing a lot of changes, personal growth and personal development; I was a full-time college student, a resident assistant (dorm dad), working part-time, and also pursing personal romantic and career interests. But a relationship I had with one particular person - who was NOT an abuser - was what fueled everything I did, but at the same time, it was distressing because in my head we would be on the same page, but in reality, we wouldn't be on the same page at all. In the end, it felt like I was changing my entire life and working myself to the bone for him, and he didn't even understand it.
It ended up - literally - driving me crazy. I would break down crying almost daily; the relationship I had with this person was primarily online via chat, phone, and Facebook. We lived far apart and one of the key issues stressing me was making the decision to travel to see this person; this person's main objective was to fall in love and get married; I was simply happy that I had met someone who inspired me so much to work so hard and to really live by my ideals and my values. I was hoping he would notice but it just frustrated me that he spent so much of his time - if not all of it - living in a romantic, whimsical world, seemingly unaware of how much of an effect he had on me, and in turn, everyone and everything around me and everything I chose to do. He wasn't actively controlling my behavior - as an abuser would - but inadvertently, since I found him to be inspiring. I would swing between angry, and then peaceful and centered constantly. Not that there's anything wrong with that; it just didn't get me anywhere.
I was treading emotional, as well as mental and physical water, paddling as hard as I could but never getting anywhere; on the one hand, wanting to commit myself fully to the situation before me, but on the other hand, terrified that I had no support, that I was heading in the wrong direction, that the main person behind this all didn't even understand what was going on.
My original reason for starting this post was to vent about my experiences with mental health professionals; but I ended up storytelling a little bit more than I planned. During the entire period of this experience, I sought professional mental help. But I always felt that either one of two things, or both, was happening during my "sessions":
1. the person failed to understand the severity of my symptoms, what I meant by "stress", and "losing my mind"; you could say, unable to understand the current state of mind, and:
2. the person was unable to identify the desired state of mind and fabricate a concrete plan as to getting there
Now I'm not mad specifically at the therapists I saw; I think they are wonderful people who do the best they can with what they have, and do the best they know how to do. But that's the problem: they were UNPREPARED. It was as if they had NEVER encountered even a story, even someone TALKING to them about this type of experience. And they probably hadn't. No training. No explanation; no background; nothing. THAT is a problem to me. If you have letters after your name (LMHT, PsyD, whatever) you better sure as hell be able to do your job. And if you can't, recognize that you can't in a timely manner and refer your patients to somehow who can help them. I can't put into words how much - by no direct fault of the therapists I saw - my experience seeking help in that stressful time made me that much more angry, bitter, jaded, and broken in my life and in my situation.
I began researching mental disorders during my stress, not out of a desire to label myself, but in the hopes that the symptoms of something I came across would somewhat resemble what I was experiencing; the closest I could come was PTSD. I would bring that up in sessions, and of course, logically, something each of the professionals asked me, over and over again, was "What was your trauma?" (laughs) And when asked that, I would simply tell them the story again and say, "There is no trauma; I'm just simply losing my mind!"
I guess the main point of this post is to see if anyone else can relate to anything that I went through - either on the "set-up" end of things (the stress that led to everything else), or on the "recovery" side of things (therapists that, despite their best efforts, did not seem to have any frame of reference with which to compare what you were going through to and were essentially ineffective in providing you with any concrete assistance). And if nothing else, it's just venting. Thanks for reading. ;)