New therapist, yet again

I thought I would take a short break and post here.

After tolerating my former therapist for about 6 months, I finally asked for a new one. With my former therapist, things were great for the 1st few weeks after we met. But after a while things went sour and I don't know how things got there. It go to the point that I dreaded going there, and that is a horrible place to be. I'll let you know how my meeting with my new therapist goes, my appointment is not for a few more weeks.

Next on the list is a new pdoc. This is sooo stressful, I hope it all goes well this time.

Post Edited (Olivia-oc) : 5/5/2008 7:45:30 AM (GMT-6)

olivia (oc)

this may just be IMHO, but i have found it to be true after having survived over half a century of emotional turmoil snf more suicide attempts than i ever want to think about (that is ONE thing i'm GLAD that i'm horrible at!).  i believe that even with the best therapist, there comes a time when you just have gotten as far as the therapist can carry you.  the best therapist that i ever had carried me through a wrecked career (i stuck with it and got the ultimate revenge:  i lived well) and a total financial meltdown (somehow - thanks to my wife - we survived and propsered).  but after helping me through these twin traumas, somehow i felt that it was time to move on and went without a therapist for over five years.  it took kissing a lot of frogs until i found a prince, which is common in this game.  i'm currently more or less satiffied with the m=one i have now (after about a year), but am beginning to feel that a change may be necessary.  don't know yet.

i know hoe difficult these changes can be.  you are a strong woman and an even stronger human being (see, that was only fake sexist) and i know that you will "live long and prosper."

warren

Glad things are going better for you Olivia. 

i have a short story - well, short for me.  several yrs ago i was assigned to a therapist who was less than half my age with no life experience at all.  but he was really proud of that shiny new sheepskin and thought that he was god's great gift to his patients.

most of you know me well enough to know that this just doesn't work with me.  so i played "spin the therapist."  i usually got him so confused that he was sputtering and literally foaming at the mouth.  i finally got tired of the trip to the hospital to see him so i just stopped coming.  a few months later he phoned and asked if we were terminated.   i told him that it worked for me.

several months later, after a botched epidural steroid injection, i was in so much pain that i tried committing suicide.  glad that i'm apparently not very good at that exercise either.  my wife phoned the practice to see if they could help me.  the young, inexperienced, vindictive "therapist" had written in my case notes that i was opposed to receiving help.  i didn't need their brand of therapy, anyway.

i hope that evryone has a great week-end.

warren