First Counseling session
I went to counseling for the first time today.
I've dealt with a lot of stomach pain over the last several months, which has led to many tests with Kaiser. A real horror show, by the way, having people poke every crevice and prod all surfaces and pull stuff out of you and push stuff into you- I'm running on here, but you get the picture. Not something I'd wish on my worst enemy, if i had one. Anyway, it reached a point where my doctors began suspecting the pain was psychosomatic. That my anxiety and panic attacks were related to it. They referenced me to a nearby counselor, much to my disdain.
It's not that I hate counselors or think they're for people with "real problems" or something- I think they can help some people. I just felt I wasn't one of those- how can someone know myself better than I know me? They won't tell me anything that I don't know already. I treated this, as most people do I think, like it was a new idea.
So, I went. She asked me questions about my father, my step dad, my mom and siblings. My relationships. Drugs. Dreams. I'm not sure what I expected- a lot of "and how does that make you feel" voodoo bullshit, I suppose. She tried to address the issues as they arose, and though I know her relating many of my anxieties to a drive to live up to everyone's expectations of me was supposed to help, all it did was raise more questions. Pointed out the problems without giving any solutions. I don't know.
Does anyone else have or get counseling? Does it take a few sessions to really get an understanding of each other? I don't know anyone who has had it, and I'll of course continue to go, I just wish I felt better than when I started.
Corey
Oh- and though unrelated, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I've dealt with a lot of stomach pain over the last several months, which has led to many tests with Kaiser. A real horror show, by the way, having people poke every crevice and prod all surfaces and pull stuff out of you and push stuff into you- I'm running on here, but you get the picture. Not something I'd wish on my worst enemy, if i had one. Anyway, it reached a point where my doctors began suspecting the pain was psychosomatic. That my anxiety and panic attacks were related to it. They referenced me to a nearby counselor, much to my disdain.
It's not that I hate counselors or think they're for people with "real problems" or something- I think they can help some people. I just felt I wasn't one of those- how can someone know myself better than I know me? They won't tell me anything that I don't know already. I treated this, as most people do I think, like it was a new idea.
So, I went. She asked me questions about my father, my step dad, my mom and siblings. My relationships. Drugs. Dreams. I'm not sure what I expected- a lot of "and how does that make you feel" voodoo bullshit, I suppose. She tried to address the issues as they arose, and though I know her relating many of my anxieties to a drive to live up to everyone's expectations of me was supposed to help, all it did was raise more questions. Pointed out the problems without giving any solutions. I don't know.
Does anyone else have or get counseling? Does it take a few sessions to really get an understanding of each other? I don't know anyone who has had it, and I'll of course continue to go, I just wish I felt better than when I started.
Corey
Oh- and though unrelated, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
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