Anxiety Support Group
Anxiety is a physical condition marked by intense and persistent feelings of distress, fear, angst or dread. General anxiety caused by routine day-to-day stresses usually passes quickly and is experienced by almost everyone at one time or another. However, such feelings that linger over time and are very difficult to cope with, and which lack a clear cause, may indicate...
My therapist of 4+ years is trying to use negative motivation to work through my anxiety. She even called me a little boy (I'm 55) and seems to be trying to shame me out of my anxiety. She seems to thinks it's all made up and I can just work past it. This is a new tactic on her part. Has anyone else experienced this? I think she's just frustrated that I'm not responding to therapy and just trying something different.
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Years ago, I won a mirrored armoire from my job. It's in my bedroom but I rarely stand in front of it. Yesterday, I had to have a dexascan done so I had to change into a gown. There was a full length mirror in the changing room. I'm aware that I gained 5 to 7 pounds over the last year from cheating on Keto but I didn't know what it looked like. It was a reality check.
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"don't be a hate hole" has been one of my recent mantras which seems to be escaping my mouth more and more often. it emerges when i am faced with the endless list of chores i would rather not deal with. insurance. head lice. bureaucracy. in-laws. the list goes on and on and on and on, ad infinitum.reality checks requested. am i making sense?"ever'thin they is but loving leaves a rust on your...
I'm going to add to what Gramybear says with this, if you do go back, I'd have a list of questions that reflect the information you show up here.
Negative? What purpose to healing does that have in my treatment plan?
Shame, made up, little boy, ... all those point to a perspective lost with the treatment plan.
Be careful with your dealings with this therapist, and best wishes.
Counselling is a 2 way process, you get out what you put in. If she's calling you a baby, I would seriously sit down and ask myself if I was being one, to be quite honest.
I know that to grow out of my anxiety I had to mature. I had to develop, I had to be wiser, fairer, kinder, more accepting. You can't get out of anxiety without destroying the person you were. Without smashing them with a sledge hammer and re-piecing yourself together in a newer, more productive way.
Like lego. Breaking lego house no. 1 and building lego house no. 2 - with the same pieces. The same memories, but seen from a new space.
I think maybe go say sorry to her, and ask her what made her shit the bed, so to speak, and how can you help clean up the mess? A relationship isn't something you chuck the moment it goes sour. You have to work through the mess, and come out on the other side with a clean, fixed, serviceable relationship that has withstood a couple of knocks.
:) good luck.
The first move is important, and it's to indulge self pity. Absolutely wallow in it like a hog in mud, till you are released from it. Till you stop saying 'why me?' and start saying 'well, why not me?' when you get to that space, and you realise you'll never get anywhere till you haul ass and just work your butt off for a place to lay your head before you find yourself living under a bridge and eating out of rubbish bins...
Once you've managed to wallow thoroughly and express that thoroughly, you've turned the corner and the rain goes away and the sun comes out. Natural human nature. We block grief like the idiots we are. And we especially block grief over our own misfortunes and stop it from being lanced. Especially if we have anyone in our family who comes from anywhere whatsoever in the british isles.
The first move is important, and it's to indulge self pity. Absolutely wallow in it like a hog in mud, till you are released from it. Till you stop saying 'why me?' and start saying 'well, why not me?' when you get to that space, and you realise you'll never get anywhere till you haul ass and just work your butt off for a place to lay your head before you find yourself living under a bridge and eating out of rubbish bins... yes, okay, I'm talking about myself again. But only because I'm so interesting....
Once you've managed to wallow thoroughly and express that thoroughly, you've turned the corner and the rain goes away and the sun comes out. Natural human nature. We block grief like the idiots we are. And we especially block grief over our own misfortunes and stop it from being lanced. Especially if we have anyone in our family who comes from anywhere whatsoever in the british isles.