Dear Wise Woman, Tonight I watched those puberty videos you told me about. First I was only going to watch one and see how it was, but it was so interesting I ended up watching all eight of them. It was kind of embarrassing that they showed real people’s bodies. And she actually touched some…
Today’s story is about thoughtlessness, uncertainty, fear, responsibility, and why I probably shouldn’t text with my therapist, even though I would hate to give it up.
I love being able to text with my therapist, but sometimes it doesn’t work quite the way I want it to.
I think I’m handling it all so well, but I’m kidding myself. I want to be that mature and understanding person, but in fact I’m a bratty child inside.
There is a lot to learn from the experience of being triggered in a therapy session.
Ouch – my therapist and I stumble across my pain, and hers.
This is not a calm, wise post demonstrating how I’m learning to integrate everything I’m learning from therapy into my life. This is a post to demonstrate that you can be making a lot of progress in managing your depression and PTSD but still get pushed off balance. If you want calm wisdom, please back up to the previous post.
In Wednesday’s therapy session, E observes that my shame feels something sticky. It’s a thin, transparent layer all over me. I peel part of it back, but I can’t get rid of it; it sticks to my fingers to gets caught in my hair. It won’t let me go. I’m surprised, too, by its tenaciousness.…