Syvelocin
July 9th, 2010, 07:43 AM
I'm quitting my 7th specialist and going back to a previous therapist who I liked better.
Though, my psychiatrist wanted me to see a psychologist versus a therapist. Compared to how my counselor at school reacts to me, I know why she recommended that. But I do hope that this therapist can take it better than my counselor (who refuses to even listen when I bring my alter ego into the conversation) since it's what I primarily want to talk about.
I'm just really looking for a therapist who cares about me, just there to listen to whatever I can spill, and give advice accordingly, not seeking to "cure" me in every way possible.
Onto Rith, it has been funny this summer. See, Rith is anorexic, but I love food. She'll take over, and then before I know it, it's 6pm and I haven't eaten at all. Then I come back to myself, and I'm shaking incredibly.
I don't see how I can be so anti-social if all Rith does is talk... her friends aren't real, I know, but it seems odd that she always has something to talk about, yet yesterday there I was at the bowling alley with a sudden minor panic attack because a girl in the lane next to me looked at me.
Rant, rant, rant, rant, RANT!
Though, my psychiatrist wanted me to see a psychologist versus a therapist. Compared to how my counselor at school reacts to me, I know why she recommended that. But I do hope that this therapist can take it better than my counselor (who refuses to even listen when I bring my alter ego into the conversation) since it's what I primarily want to talk about.
I'm just really looking for a therapist who cares about me, just there to listen to whatever I can spill, and give advice accordingly, not seeking to "cure" me in every way possible.
Onto Rith, it has been funny this summer. See, Rith is anorexic, but I love food. She'll take over, and then before I know it, it's 6pm and I haven't eaten at all. Then I come back to myself, and I'm shaking incredibly.
I don't see how I can be so anti-social if all Rith does is talk... her friends aren't real, I know, but it seems odd that she always has something to talk about, yet yesterday there I was at the bowling alley with a sudden minor panic attack because a girl in the lane next to me looked at me.
Rant, rant, rant, rant, RANT!