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.
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.
I’m supposed to be such a scientist. I mean okay, yes, a social scientist, not a physicist. But still. I know how to run a randomized controlled trial. I understand regression discontinuity design. I’m good at statistics. I read ethnographies and case studies and find interesting insights in them, but with skepticism of their ability…
This is a story about what you get when you put together body work, psychopharmacology, lots of trauma therapy, and one very tired woman.
I’ve done this before, but evidently I need to do it again: I banish doubt and decide to believe the girl.
I wake up around 9:00 with a splitting headache and a sense of dread. I hide under the pillow until my husband brings me my tea. I drink the tea and read the NY Times online. The news of the upcoming inauguration and the confirmation hearings for Cabinet nominees does not cheer me up. I…