I had therapy for my social anxiety (among other things), but it was so bad that I couldn't even turn up for most appointments! How the hell can it work for people who can't even bare to be in the same room as another person? That was about 5-6 years ago, and I'm still pretty much housebound.
That runs in my family. My mum didn't leave the house at all for a couple of years when I was four or five and was so frustrated by it that she became uncharacteristically violent.
I gave up on university for pretty much the same reason and both my parents thought I was just lazy or useless or something. When she and I were out for dinner one time, I told her and she was in floods of tears in the restaurant. In retrospect, I guess it's because she was sad she'd passed this on to me.
But both of us lead fairly normal lives now. We're both extremely social people who'll talk to just about anyone. It's difficult but there's always a way out of things like this. I hope you find your way out too. Don't give up hope.
When I was anorexic I had a therapist. She was a compulsive over-eater. She couldn't fix her own problems, much less mine. We mostly talked about peanut butter. Later, I had free therapy from my college, and that actually really helped with my relationships with my family. It depends on the therapist, and sometimes you find all you needed to do was talk to a good friend.
I really like my psychologist, he is a non BS guy and tells you how it is... like me... he helps me determine why I do some of the things I do and is straight forward enough to tell me what he Really thinks... && then at the same time he knows and tells me that its still My life so I can do/choose what I want or not. Therapy helps ppl who are willing to put effort into helping themselves... its not a cure or a one time thing... I see my internal medicine doctor for my medication prescriptions and my general Dr needs... they work together to make sure I'm being progressive in my treatments... also if you go to one psych Dr and you don't like them or its not a good fit then it isnt going to work out... you have to see someone you trust...
Yes and no. I've been to therapy, but much of the time I felt like they just wanted to hear me tell them stories, because it was just me talking and them writing stuff down. I never got much advice. They gave me meds that helped a bit though, but no real tools or explanations.
Yes was made to do it and it pisses me off real bad and I told my therapest to fuck off or I will cut there heart out and fuk it while it was still pumping. Sad thing it was for my anger issues.
WOOOOOO THERAPY! Went to talk about my lack of emotional, which was apparently due to my mother never crying, and then for my Depersonalization disorder. > Snort her ashes > Dance to hard techno.
I've been in therapy since age sixteen (approaching four years). Best thing that has ever been forced upon me. Helped me through A LOT of my 'issues' :D
Unfortunately therapy can't change your history. It can only help you sort through it, objectively as possible.
I had therapy for major depression. They put me in a mental hospital. For three days. With a perverted janitor who insisted on shaving my pubic hair. So no. Therapy didn't help. Not even a little.
My dad used to and it really helped him. He reckons that I should try it, and he's probably right, but I want to wait until I'm an adult so that I know it isn't just normal teenager stuff.
Therapy does nothing ! however you are by law required to go to it when your parents break up were they just read you sad things and try to make you cry some more .
Lol i had therapy. When i was 8-12 i was a very angry kid. Mainly cuz my mom was an abusive bitch, physically and mentally. She used to beat me and then take me to counseling like it was my fault. She wuld call me names like a no good ass nigger (shes white im mixed) a little bitch and other shit, but when she got in the room with the therapist her actions changed.
Even tho i told every therapist we went to what she did they never did anything about it. I ended up goin to military school... Lol sorta why i think therapy is pointless and stupid.
Yes, many a time but its effectiveness depending on which therapist/psychiatrist I had.
The main psychiatrist I had was a jezebel dick-headed cunt!!!! >_< He misdiagnosed me on so many things, he lied about me to my family, he even went so far as to accuse me and my "friends" as being on drugs and all because I beat him on an argument about Medical MaryJane. Then, there was the time he told my family that I was Suicidal when I had previously almost begged him not to get the wrong idea and tell them. It was true that I was suicidal on and off but man tricked me into saying some bits and pieces about it. He promised he wouldn't say anything then he turned his backside to me and lied. I tried so hard to get him not to say anything because I know what happens to people when people of authority find out about even the smallest hint of suicide. O_0 In other words, that Duck Doctor ruined my life!!!!
I had another therapist when I was younger. It was a female and I bonded with her as if she was my second mother. She was wonderful and she really helped me to get to the root of some of my fears. Unfortunately, My family hated her for some reason, It could have been over anything like religion or assumed sexuality, all I know is that one day my doctor that that appointment was my last. I had a hard time understanding that. She did tell me that we might be able to more appointments if I asked my mother for some. So, shortly after I asked my mother who appeared to have taken things the wrong way and she got really annoyed with me. I never got to back to see her again. I never got walk down those stairs and through the door into that quaint waiting area to see the nice secretary with her afro EVER AGAIN!!!! I would pass by that building filled with all my fondest memories countless times and in those times, I learned that bringing up my ex-therapist was huge no-no. In all that time, I never once learned why I wasn't allowed to renew my sessions with her... I really wouldn't be surpassed if that whole situation caused some psychological trauma to my young self. The situation reminds me of that episode of The Simpsons where Bart goes to therapy and ends up bonding with therapist. In the end, he realizes that he needs her no longer and WE realize that she needed him all along. Its season 18 episode 14 "Yokle Chords".
Therapy does not do a lot for most people. They just tell you everything that is wrong with you, don't help you fix it, and list all of these painful tests you must take and never really fix the issue. If you aren't sick they will make you sick. If you are not that sad they will make you miserable. If you are crazy they will lock you up but that mainly is to help the rest of us. So yeah I have and it did not help. Just made me feel like I was a horrible person my whole life.
That was about 5-6 years ago, and I'm still pretty much housebound.
I gave up on university for pretty much the same reason and both my parents thought I was just lazy or useless or something. When she and I were out for dinner one time, I told her and she was in floods of tears in the restaurant. In retrospect, I guess it's because she was sad she'd passed this on to me.
But both of us lead fairly normal lives now. We're both extremely social people who'll talk to just about anyone. It's difficult but there's always a way out of things like this. I hope you find your way out too. Don't give up hope.
I would have voted number 2.
Er...here's an example.
Me: "You don't get it...I want to KILL MYSELF."
Therapy Lady: "Hm....and how does that make you feel?"
Went to talk about my lack of emotional, which was apparently due to my mother never crying, and then for my Depersonalization disorder.
> Snort her ashes
> Dance to hard techno.
Unfortunately therapy can't change your history. It can only help you sort through it, objectively as possible.
They put me in a mental hospital. For three days. With a perverted janitor who insisted on shaving my pubic hair.
So no. Therapy didn't help. Not even a little.
Even tho i told every therapist we went to what she did they never did anything about it. I ended up goin to military school... Lol sorta why i think therapy is pointless and stupid.
The main psychiatrist I had was a jezebel dick-headed cunt!!!! >_< He misdiagnosed me on so many things, he lied about me to my family, he even went so far as to accuse me and my "friends" as being on drugs and all because I beat him on an argument about Medical MaryJane. Then, there was the time he told my family that I was Suicidal when I had previously almost begged him not to get the wrong idea and tell them. It was true that I was suicidal on and off but man tricked me into saying some bits and pieces about it. He promised he wouldn't say anything then he turned his backside to me and lied. I tried so hard to get him not to say anything because I know what happens to people when people of authority find out about even the smallest hint of suicide. O_0 In other words, that Duck Doctor ruined my life!!!!
I had another therapist when I was younger. It was a female and I bonded with her as if she was my second mother. She was wonderful and she really helped me to get to the root of some of my fears. Unfortunately, My family hated her for some reason, It could have been over anything like religion or assumed sexuality, all I know is that one day my doctor that that appointment was my last. I had a hard time understanding that. She did tell me that we might be able to more appointments if I asked my mother for some. So, shortly after I asked my mother who appeared to have taken things the wrong way and she got really annoyed with me. I never got to back to see her again. I never got walk down those stairs and through the door into that quaint waiting area to see the nice secretary with her afro EVER AGAIN!!!! I would pass by that building filled with all my fondest memories countless times and in those times, I learned that bringing up my ex-therapist was huge no-no. In all that time, I never once learned why I wasn't allowed to renew my sessions with her... I really wouldn't be surpassed if that whole situation caused some psychological trauma to my young self. The situation reminds me of that episode of The Simpsons where Bart goes to therapy and ends up bonding with therapist. In the end, he realizes that he needs her no longer and WE realize that she needed him all along. Its season 18 episode 14 "Yokle Chords".