I've tried to do "talk" therapy a few times since my mother died. My therapists were always older Jewish women. I suppose I saw them as surrogate mother-types. I never really clicked with any of them and stopped going after a few sessions. I did 10 sessions with a counselor at my college a few years ago, right before I started working. The therapist was a younger white woman, someone in my "demographic" but not really from a similar background. She probably was the most helpful out of any of the therapists I've had but it wasn't meant to be a long term thing anyway.
So yesterday I found myself in another therapist's office, telling him my tired old story. Boo hoo, let it out, I can't really cry anymore. I'm just stating facts. A, B and C happened and caused X, Y and Z. Am I hopeless, Doc?
This current therapist happens to work in the same office as my psychiatrist. I'd had an appointment with my psychiatrist on Monday. I went in while I was on 40mgs of Vicodin... not enough to be nodding out but enough for me to be more open with him. As it happened, the therapist was there and my P-doc introduced me to him and we set up an intake appointment then and there. It wasn't until that night I started freaking out about what I got myself into. First of all, this therapist is male. I had reservations about the appointment and wasn't going to go... but in the end I did end up going. I was on 15mg of oxycodone so I wouldn't be w/ding and also just enough to allow me to be more open to this man whom I'd only met 2 days before.
I feel like I will go back on a weekly basis and see if anything comes of it...
I don't know how honest I should be about my drug use because I don't want to lose my clonazepam prescription because, for one, I truly do need it and for two, I don't think I could go through benzo withdrawal at the moment... not strong enough... I guess we'll see in the coming weeks how this all turns out.
So yesterday I found myself in another therapist's office, telling him my tired old story. Boo hoo, let it out, I can't really cry anymore. I'm just stating facts. A, B and C happened and caused X, Y and Z. Am I hopeless, Doc?
This current therapist happens to work in the same office as my psychiatrist. I'd had an appointment with my psychiatrist on Monday. I went in while I was on 40mgs of Vicodin... not enough to be nodding out but enough for me to be more open with him. As it happened, the therapist was there and my P-doc introduced me to him and we set up an intake appointment then and there. It wasn't until that night I started freaking out about what I got myself into. First of all, this therapist is male. I had reservations about the appointment and wasn't going to go... but in the end I did end up going. I was on 15mg of oxycodone so I wouldn't be w/ding and also just enough to allow me to be more open to this man whom I'd only met 2 days before.
I feel like I will go back on a weekly basis and see if anything comes of it...
I don't know how honest I should be about my drug use because I don't want to lose my clonazepam prescription because, for one, I truly do need it and for two, I don't think I could go through benzo withdrawal at the moment... not strong enough... I guess we'll see in the coming weeks how this all turns out.
