Saturday, January 09, 2010

Avoiding

Pardon us while we wax philosophical. We are in the middle of a switch...

It is dark in my room. I've succumbed to the internal pressure of my members to blog. It's been a while since we blogged but no worries here. New insights have been gained and a new committal to therapy has taken place. A new attitude had developed that therapy has to be uncomfortable, it isn't pretty, it's going to hurt, but I will heal and be able to live a better life.

Our T. keeps telling us how we avoid the topics that we need to explore in order to heal. That is somewhat true, although we've done a much better job of owning up and sharing the painful and embarassing details we'd rather leave out. It's hard to NOT avoid. For ex, we've been avoiding this blog since October because it's so hard to figure out just what to say. We get nervous going to Randy's, our T. Despite reassurances from him, we worry if he'll judge us, think negatively of us, not want to help us anymore. Our husband sees a T. and we've asked him if he gets nervous when he goes and he says no. Maybe it's just us.

Randy gave us an assignment in our last session and we haven't done it. We're avoiding it. :)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy that you have written! What was your assignment? I'm also glad that you are re committed to therapy.

Wandering Coyote said...

Well, I am so glad to see you back! I've been wondering how things have been going. I have given up on Twitter so you won't see me there much anymore, but I also have a new blog, too. If you want the URL, my email is on the old blog still.

Take care!

Paul from Mind Parts said...

Question: have you told your therapist that you are nervous when you start? Sometimes just saying it makes it go away.

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Missing In Sight said...

Thanks, Ivory and WC. It's good to be back in the community again.

Paul,

I haven't told my T about my nervousness. I suppose it would be a good idea to tell him and explore from where the anxiety comes.

Missing In Sight