I’ve been sent to therapy to get fixed. I was ‘broken’ and didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, because I didn’t know how I was ‘broken’. I’ll say I was very confused, but I… I dunno. I wasn’t broken.
All the adults around me were all urging me to go to therapy of some kind; and then my mom found me someone.
I thought it’d be good, because I thought I was supposed to talk to someone to figure things out. And while I was there I thought it was helping.
I’d go back to my life and things made less sense than before, the theories weren’t quite fitting, but I dismissed the misfeelings because hey, it was therapy.
I figured out the game really quick. You talk, they empathize, you talk, they go “oh, that must’ve been hard, how do you feel?” Then, depending on the therapy style and what you’re feeling, they either try to make you feel more of that feeling, or try to make you logic away the feeling.
No I didn’t just see one person. I saw primarily one person, but I’ve seen many. The same thing with everyone. It didn’t help.
They wanted me to tell them stuff so I’d say things at random. That was supposed to be my subconscious leaking out, and so they latched onto all of it and tried to fit me to one of the models of problem they knew.
The other thing is, I’m not the most outgoing. So the more I talked to the therapists, the less energy and inclination I had to talk to anyone else. I became more isolated than before, and less willing to let anyone else know anything about me.
I also started to feel alienated from so many people because I would express a little annoyance with them, and then get back that they had affected me at vulnerable stages, and that I was repressed because of them.
I was told I had pent up anger at them. That I had to find that anger and let it out. When I said I wasn’t mad, I was told I just wasn’t in touch with my feelings. I really wasn’t mad, until I thought I was
Basically I got worse. Not on the outside; I acted better. On the inside.
I went from finding psychology fascinating and taking psych classes to losing trust in the whole premise.
I know it’s supposed to help people, and I know many who swear by it. I just can’t shake this feeling that all it’s doing is assigning blame to things so people who have angst/frustration/wounds have something that’s the reason for everything. And then with the alleged reason, they can move on.
Growing in me is this idea that the real problem is the society that tells us all we need is therapy and, ocassionally, meds…
Theories kept changing because nothing was really fitting. And all the while, I felt the pressure of okay, she’s in therapy now, she’s getting better that I had to fulfill somehow.
The only thing I knew wasn’t true was that I wasn’t depressed. Gut feeling, I guess. But the more I talked to people and searched for things that were ‘wrong’ with me, the more I created a depressed persona.
I kept getting told I was making process, that everything I was feeling was legitimate, everything was important, that I was finding myself, by finding all these thoughts and feelings that weren’t there before. That was my subconscious speaking. Supposedly.
Then I looked back and thought, “wait, I like who I was before I came here better…” and “wait… nothing makes sense anymore…” Everything was so muddled by the end.
And what did I get out of all of this? Ultimately, I lost dance.
…That’s all my very long way of saying, I don’t think it truly helps. At least, it’s definitely only for very specific cases, and I wasn’t one of them.