Quiet....I couldn't bring myself to say much of anything. Luckily I have a patient therapist who could see that I was very much in need of help, and he didn't turn me away...just kind of sat there with me in silence until I was ready to talk.

I hated it. I hated being interrogated. But I guess it was just because I was finally forced to address my demons face to face.

My first one first one involved the doctor pretending to listen to me, then he have me a prescription for wellbutrin. There may have been some free samples, I don't remember.

I bailed on that guy and never looked back.

My second first time was much different. I was as bluntly honest about me and my life as I could be. That included me telling him that I did not want meds just to have meds. It was much better

It was weird for me. I was 15 and not used to telling anyone my feelings. Once she started asking questions I got on a role and even cried. It felt good to let thing out but it felt strange at the same time because I was telling these things to a stranger.

My first was very stupid and strange. I was unable to study and was fey and strange.. and in 2nd yr law. I had just found out that my mother had found out that I had been ahemed by the stepfather. I was unable to function.

I went into the counselling session, because I couldn't study for my terms test. I had taken about five contraceptives to make me sick so that I could say I was sick and get an aegrotat for a public law terms test... luckily I took teh pills because they actually stethoscoped my stomach and it was going haywire. I realised then that I had to do something and so jacked up this counselling session.

I didn't tell the counsellor anything. Consequently I got nothing out of it.

The first real counselling i got wasn't even from a counsellor. it was a hypnotherapist trying to see if I was hypnotisable, to see if he could get me off cigarettes. Well he asked personal questions and it all started to come out. by this time I was about 27. I remember saying something very bitter and resentful, and went away very ashamed of myself and realising I was selfish. But I never shoudl've offloaded at the time, and I have offloaded at wrong and bad times in the intervening years.... So glad I ended up getting counselling because it saved me from offloading at other times and ruining relationships!

Ehhhh my first therapy session happened when I was 6 yo! Hahaha. I just remember me complaining about people from my class in elementary school cause they didn't want to play the games I wanted, and also complained about my newborn brother at that time, cause I didn't want to have a brother. It was funny remembering this hahaha. If I could barely imagine how things and people would be shitty in the future

My first session was hard at first, but I realized the counselor cared about me and was patient. So it got easier to talk and express my feelings. It was a turning point because I realized that it did help to express my feelings about what I was dealing with at the time.