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They had a meeting with my folks and told them if they want a functional relationship with the rest of the family they should get rid of me.
@ Juggy: What the! Hey now?
I saw a therapist weekly for about 3 months. I stopped eventually because I didn't fell like it was getting anywhere. A few months later I realized the good it did. During the 3 months there was a specific epiphany that made all the sessions worth the money. She pointed out something I had never realized before and it gave me huge insight into myself.
How did your parents take the news or did they always suspect that you preferred your sister's pink slippers?
... and it is not all that bad. Even had the sofa and everything.
Anyone here also been for therapy? You don't have to say why, lets share.![]()
I had to study Industrial Psychology.
Spotted so many stuff that's wrong with me, that I don't think I can afford the bill. I'm not bipolar at all though.
Anyway so I don't want to see a shrink because they're fsking morons.
So I'm thinking about going to a Psychologist soon just to chat, there's nothing wrong with me.![]()
I had to study Industrial Psychology.
Spotted so many stuff that's wrong with me, that I don't think I can afford the bill. I'm not bipolar at all though.
Anyway so I don't want to see a shrink because they're fsking morons.
So I'm thinking about going to a Psychologist soon just to chat, there's nothing wrong with me.![]()
A therapist would probably have me locked in an assylum..
This bit makes it sound like you are trying too hard...
Why do you think you feel that there is nothing wrong with you?
I told my one of my ex girlfriends that she needed to see a psychologist, so she went and ended up in Falkenburg. I thought she was crazy but not THAT crazy. Anyway she got over it and now she is actually a very successful bussiness woman.
I said no such thing.
You're out to get me.![]()
Elaborate on that - lets work with what you are feeling now. How does that make you feel? And what does it make you want to do? Who do you blame? Tell me about your childhood...