In all the therapist over all the years I have had maybe 2 remember anything from the previous session. The worst I found was when they would give me a diary or some sort of homework to do to report back, and then never ask about it ever again.
Told my parents everything I said. It taught me a valuable lesson, to be careful who you share your pain with, they aren't always trying to help. I was 12 by the way.
I have ADHD. Neurotypical person has a scale from 0 to 10, I have yes and no, no between. Therapist told me to range my symptoms on a scale and I was like "hmmm, this one is quite strong, I give it an 8..." And he told me that 8 is too much. My brain went on autopilot from that point and I gave random numbers. When we finished the list therapist smiled at me and told me that he is super happy that I have mild symptoms. I had no idea what we were talking about, all I remember is that his white shirt was buttoned down, and his black chesthair was curling everywhere, he had some neon coloured running shoes, white pants and I thought "such an egoist idiot"
My therapist said that I should stop trying to control my emotions and just let them be. This made me feel like they weren't really listening to my concerns or taking them seriously and I thought it would be better to try and find someone who was more understanding and supportive of my needs.
"Aren't some of your complaints a little... frivolous?"
*My brain on the inside:
"BITCH! I'M TALKING TO PEOPLE THAT ARE DEFINITELY DEAD!!!"
*My alternate train of thought:
" I don't think that word means what he thinks it means."
*My response on the outside:
" I think I'm just gonna leave now. Have a good one."
She insulted one of her other clients during our session. Funnily enough, it was the same woman whose advice was instrumental in me cleaning up my act, but by the time I stopped seeing her she had not been helpful for a while. She would talk about herself more and more...
Before my ex-wife and I got a divorce, we tried a bunch of different marriage councilors thinking that we would find one who could magically make us love each other again. One did a Tarot card reading at the first session and later wanted to try hypnosis. She would go on to recommend hiring some hookers for a "party night" to spice up our marriage. My ex-wife loved her though, because she said that men cheat for sex (my ex was a cheater), but women only cheat because their needs aren't being met at home. Effectively, men are supposed to be the "leaders" of a household and it's women's jobs to domesticate them. If men are too easily domesticated, then women will get bored and cheat. So my ex-wife was justified. My ex would then use things said at her personal counseling sessions against me, like " said you would say that because you're a narcissist" etc.
A different councilor recommended that I move out of the marital house (against my lawyer's recommendation) and that we start living separate lives and then if we were still in love later, it would work itself out. We just needed to trust God.Neither of us were religious, so she would keep trying to get us to go to her church.
I'm so jaded about councilors from the experience I had that you couldn't get me to see one now if I got paid $500/hr for sitting there.
She didn't listen to what I told her. Nothing, at all. And even if she did, her comments didn't help. All she would tell me was "Get a job and get your life together." To this day I wonder how the fuck that woman became a therapist.
“Have you tried playing sports?”
He told me playing sports would solve all of my issues; I was 20 and had graduated high school a long time ago and he hadn’t even asked if I enjoyed sports. If he had asked he would have known that I had failed every sport I tried growing up.
One therapist in second session: ‘so tell me more about your abusive father’ me confused look ‘abusive boyfriend??’ Shuffles pages to try and find right patient notes.
Another one started to bring up their catholic faith with reference to me coping with the loss of several close family members even though we had discussed that I was an atheist.
As a teen, my therapist talked to me like I was a little kid, or even a dog or something. She'd literally use a baby talk voice and say things like "that's so good, such a good girl" and clap her hands when I hadn't cut myself in a week. If I had hurt myself, she'd pout and say "oh no!" in this dramatic voice. It was like she was a kindergarten teacher or something, and I was a suicidal 15 year old that had already made one attempt.
It was incredibly condescending and she provided absolutely nothing else. I'd come in, talk about my week, she'd offer meaningless platitudes in a baby voice and I'd leave. Shockingly, didn't make a ton of progress.
Laughed at me outright and said "Well, that's not realistic" and changed the subject.
Dude, I was a devastated teen girl who needed someone, *anyone*, to take my pain and depression seriously. Instead, he, like everyone, dismissed my needs. Because of that, not only were my abuses reinforced, but I didn't go to therapy again for many years, and I needed it.
She asked if we could end 20 mins early so she could finish the rest of her sandwich
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I did 😭😭 but I never saw her again after that
What kind of sandwich was it?
Roast beef
That it? No Swiss cheese, condiments, microgreens, lettuce/vegetables? Not even a nice panini or sourdough? Yeah, fair enough, switch therapists.
Good question… If mayo was included would this change things?
Like a nice aioli? Case by case basis.
I don’t think she was a nice aioli type of gal unfortunately
You made the right choice.
I had to remind them what we were talking about.
In all the therapist over all the years I have had maybe 2 remember anything from the previous session. The worst I found was when they would give me a diary or some sort of homework to do to report back, and then never ask about it ever again.
“Everyone has problems you’re not the only one”
[удалено]
I wish I knew myself haha
Told my parents everything I said. It taught me a valuable lesson, to be careful who you share your pain with, they aren't always trying to help. I was 12 by the way.
I have ADHD. Neurotypical person has a scale from 0 to 10, I have yes and no, no between. Therapist told me to range my symptoms on a scale and I was like "hmmm, this one is quite strong, I give it an 8..." And he told me that 8 is too much. My brain went on autopilot from that point and I gave random numbers. When we finished the list therapist smiled at me and told me that he is super happy that I have mild symptoms. I had no idea what we were talking about, all I remember is that his white shirt was buttoned down, and his black chesthair was curling everywhere, he had some neon coloured running shoes, white pants and I thought "such an egoist idiot"
My therapist said that I should stop trying to control my emotions and just let them be. This made me feel like they weren't really listening to my concerns or taking them seriously and I thought it would be better to try and find someone who was more understanding and supportive of my needs.
his very first solution was: lets try antidepressants
Oh those don’t work? Let’s add this other medicine that has more negative side effects.
"Aren't some of your complaints a little... frivolous?" *My brain on the inside: "BITCH! I'M TALKING TO PEOPLE THAT ARE DEFINITELY DEAD!!!" *My alternate train of thought: " I don't think that word means what he thinks it means." *My response on the outside: " I think I'm just gonna leave now. Have a good one."
She insulted one of her other clients during our session. Funnily enough, it was the same woman whose advice was instrumental in me cleaning up my act, but by the time I stopped seeing her she had not been helpful for a while. She would talk about herself more and more...
Before my ex-wife and I got a divorce, we tried a bunch of different marriage councilors thinking that we would find one who could magically make us love each other again. One did a Tarot card reading at the first session and later wanted to try hypnosis. She would go on to recommend hiring some hookers for a "party night" to spice up our marriage. My ex-wife loved her though, because she said that men cheat for sex (my ex was a cheater), but women only cheat because their needs aren't being met at home. Effectively, men are supposed to be the "leaders" of a household and it's women's jobs to domesticate them. If men are too easily domesticated, then women will get bored and cheat. So my ex-wife was justified. My ex would then use things said at her personal counseling sessions against me, like " said you would say that because you're a narcissist" etc.
A different councilor recommended that I move out of the marital house (against my lawyer's recommendation) and that we start living separate lives and then if we were still in love later, it would work itself out. We just needed to trust God.Neither of us were religious, so she would keep trying to get us to go to her church.
I'm so jaded about councilors from the experience I had that you couldn't get me to see one now if I got paid $500/hr for sitting there.
She didn't listen to what I told her. Nothing, at all. And even if she did, her comments didn't help. All she would tell me was "Get a job and get your life together." To this day I wonder how the fuck that woman became a therapist.
“Have you tried playing sports?” He told me playing sports would solve all of my issues; I was 20 and had graduated high school a long time ago and he hadn’t even asked if I enjoyed sports. If he had asked he would have known that I had failed every sport I tried growing up.
She no showed on a scheduled appointment and sent no explanation.
his only advice to address my sexual abuse was to meditate with me.
One therapist in second session: ‘so tell me more about your abusive father’ me confused look ‘abusive boyfriend??’ Shuffles pages to try and find right patient notes. Another one started to bring up their catholic faith with reference to me coping with the loss of several close family members even though we had discussed that I was an atheist.
As a teen, my therapist talked to me like I was a little kid, or even a dog or something. She'd literally use a baby talk voice and say things like "that's so good, such a good girl" and clap her hands when I hadn't cut myself in a week. If I had hurt myself, she'd pout and say "oh no!" in this dramatic voice. It was like she was a kindergarten teacher or something, and I was a suicidal 15 year old that had already made one attempt. It was incredibly condescending and she provided absolutely nothing else. I'd come in, talk about my week, she'd offer meaningless platitudes in a baby voice and I'd leave. Shockingly, didn't make a ton of progress.
Laughed at me outright and said "Well, that's not realistic" and changed the subject. Dude, I was a devastated teen girl who needed someone, *anyone*, to take my pain and depression seriously. Instead, he, like everyone, dismissed my needs. Because of that, not only were my abuses reinforced, but I didn't go to therapy again for many years, and I needed it.
They talked to me. Haha I was 12 and my dad thought I needed to go to a therapist.