Hi there,
I've recently started seeing a therapist, who is a phschotherapist. And the reason I thought I needed to see someone is because I have been getting increasingly angry with everyone around me. Either I'm angry or I'm crying... no middle ground it seems.
I little background, and I promise I will be brief, is that I am 53, single, no kids, no partner, no pets, and I live alone! That's depressing even writing that! I lost my job a year ago and began writing a novel, which had been incredible and I love every minute but it has also made me even more isolated than before. Being alone I have become used to over the years (and I do enjoy my own company), but having a compromised immune system during a global pandemic means I HAD to be alone and have had to isolate for the last two years. Then I got used to being alone, I was afraid of catching COVID every time I left the house, so I tended to stay in. I refused to go into people's homes, and wouldn't let them come into mine, but I would meet people for walks and that was fine.
When the anxiety and depression began to affect my day to day life, i.e. scheduling every hour of the day, being an utter control freak, and not wanting to talk to or see anyone, I realised I needed help. I spoke to my doctor first, who, guess what, gave me antidepressants. I told him I need to speak to someone rather than pop pills and I was put on a waiting list to see someone, but after 4 months, I decided to go private.
I have been very open about my depression and anxiety with my friends and family and have been completely shocked at how unempathetic they are. It's a massive deal to tell people you are vulnerable and to have no sympathy has made it worse. Now I don't want to tell anyone. My parents are in their 80's and seem to be embarrasssed that I am 'mentally ill' and would rather brush it under the carpet, and my friends don't seem to know what to say, are all awkward, so instead of asking me how I am or checking in on me from time to time, they've gone silent.
And here we are. I've had two sessions with the therapist, which I know is not much to judge her on, but I am pissed off already. I wanted someone to challenge me, to ask questions, not ask the same bog standard questions. And I'm not in control you see, so when she does something I don't think is 'right', I get annoyed.
Last week she gave me a set of Russian dolls and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. She told me to describe myself as I took the doll apart - she might as well have given me an onion. She wanted me to describe my layers and get to the core, and I wanted to shout at her for being so cliché. Because I know myself, I'm just struggling to understand why no one else understands me. She told me my homework this week was to be kind to myself, but for me to be kind, means not speaking or seeing anyone that could possibly hurt me so it means I've been even more isolated. Arghh. She also writes nothing down and calls herself an 'active listener' which means I feel I have to constantly re-cap for her.
I feel like sacking her but I guess I need to tell her how she's making me feel instead, right?
Juliet x