I Have Been to Therapy
More Than One Therapist :p... They were all great therapist/counselors, whatever. But it always came to a point where I couldn't go because of my mom, or I went to high school, when I had therapy in middle school, and that person wasn't there anymore. Then the therapist I was required to have when i got expelled from school. She was awesome though, besides my high school counselor, that woman was my favorite. She made me laugh, and gave me tools to love myself, I didn't feel ashamed to talk with her about my life, about me. She was awesome.
My high school counselor was by far one of the most caring people I've met in my life. When shit really hit the fan with my mom, and I felt seriously in danger, she bent over backwards to help me out, even though it was only temporary, I still thank her for what she did. She made me feel smart, and happy, and I felt more comfortable with her, than half my friends in high school.
My last therapist, was pretty awesome too, she was the first person besides my best friend, that I'd turned to in questioning my sexuality. I had always been ashamed, but with her I felt safe. She actually stayed on the phone with me when I walked away from home and she called the police for me so my mom wouldn't hurt me again. My mom had assaulted me earlier in the week, and I was afraid she was going to do it again, so my counselor stepped in :) She was the hardest on me too, made me recognize my codependency issues, my drinking issues, respect issues. self esteem issues... I knew about most of the stuff, minus the codependency, but she really helped and made me deal with these issues. The only thing I didn't like was when I was convinced I was biploar, and she thought so too, but I'm not, and they were wrong, but it gave me the impression she didn't know what to do with me because the only thing I had going on was severe depression. But I still thank her for everything, she was amazing.
My high school counselor was by far one of the most caring people I've met in my life. When shit really hit the fan with my mom, and I felt seriously in danger, she bent over backwards to help me out, even though it was only temporary, I still thank her for what she did. She made me feel smart, and happy, and I felt more comfortable with her, than half my friends in high school.
My last therapist, was pretty awesome too, she was the first person besides my best friend, that I'd turned to in questioning my sexuality. I had always been ashamed, but with her I felt safe. She actually stayed on the phone with me when I walked away from home and she called the police for me so my mom wouldn't hurt me again. My mom had assaulted me earlier in the week, and I was afraid she was going to do it again, so my counselor stepped in :) She was the hardest on me too, made me recognize my codependency issues, my drinking issues, respect issues. self esteem issues... I knew about most of the stuff, minus the codependency, but she really helped and made me deal with these issues. The only thing I didn't like was when I was convinced I was biploar, and she thought so too, but I'm not, and they were wrong, but it gave me the impression she didn't know what to do with me because the only thing I had going on was severe depression. But I still thank her for everything, she was amazing.
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