Sunday, February 19, 2006

looking closely

I had a sort of bittersweet day. I was not in a very stable mood; from a certain hilarity to now, when I am feeling sad and down. Tomorrow I see the doctor. I hope that I have something to talk about. I hope I don't sit there, morose and silent. And if I do, I hope she goads me into speaking.

orchids (4)

I love these flowers.
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lodgerlow said...

I tend to have the opposite problem - talking constantly without drawing breath. I did have one session when I really didn't want to be there - I sat with my coat on, and my bag on my knees, and told her I'd only be there for a few minutes because... well... I didn't want to be there. As an aside, it was the best session I have had: because I was taking it minute-by-minute, and because I had an escape route (having told her that I wasn't staying, and not taking my coat off) it felt like a train conversation. What I mean by that is when you are on the train you can talk to the person you can end the conversation whenever you choose - by opening your book, saying you have a headache and closing your eyes, moving somewhere else... etc.

Hence my advice is to give yourself an escape clause. Tell the therapist you may leave at any minute, and keep your coat on (metaphorically, or not).

New therapists are such hard work. You help them, more than they you, in the early sessions.

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