eesh. coaching/therapy (whatever) was really tough today. came close to tears more than once and would RATHER not be forced to think about the years between 1984-1989. there's a REASON i don't talk about it, lady! but now that's she's honed in on my weak spot, guess what we'll be talking about for a while?
aagh.
i know our past plays a part in how we become who we are but who knew that my past was quite so ... present. complete blowage.
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i'm beginning to hate it.
If the therapist makes you too uncomfortable, switch therapists. I finally found one who understood that I hated that intense eye-contacty "and how do you feeeeel" shit, and her manner was great--more like someone I'd hang out with. She'd still ask how I felt about shit, but she'd sort of make a joke about it: "okay, this is that therapy moment you hate coming up..." which helped a lot.
no, she's alright.
it's the issues i'm reacting to.
at least it's just once/month. i have 30 days to gird my loins for the next session.
I've been avoiding talking about "the past" in therapy for the last 3 weeks. My therapist and I are about to have a showdown, and she'll probably win. It sucks...
it does suck.
complete mental torture.
all for the sake of *wholeness*.
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