Ok, I initally went to see a psychiatrist to get a formal diagnosis of social phobia ( no point with aspergers and even more so, being a female).
In truth, I never imagined that the therapist would be wanting to see me on a regular basis. I got my diagnosis and ptsd too on the first visit, but it felt like punching in the air, because he says that if I do not have any goals, then what is the point of seeing him? So, today, I told him that I struggle mentally so much, that thinking of goals is far from my thoughts and it seemed to make him ponder. I have not been saying I want to keep seeing him; he keeps making the appointments and I feel so sure it is because he sees that he, out of everyone can get me to be "normal".
So, this time, I decided that I would type him a letter about my history and also giving a response to what he had suggested and then, thanks to google translate, he was able to read it on my tablet in French.
He asked me one: if you could change anything today, what would it be? In truth, the idea of suddenly being able to walk out of that office on my own ( not that I needed to), was just so hard to contimplate, I could not even go there; so instead I said: not to be anxious. He then said that he knows I hate medicine, but he honestly feels that it would benefit me, because the less anxious I feel, the clearer I can think and at first, I balked with the idea but then he asked: so, if there was one percent chance of you getting help, you would not take it, in case there are side effects? I just said ( because I am allowed to think) it depends on the side effects.
So, in the end, he persuaded me to try a couple of anti anxiety tablets and told me that any positive change will be in 3 weeks. I have now given a promise that I will just take them and not look up the side effects etc.
It is the pits to go in ok and then, a cascade of tears flowing in front of two men; albeit one being my husband. I can barely look at the therapist and I guess it is because he is challenging my sense of self awareness. I am too mentally exhausted to fight social phobia again.
He believes that it can be turned around. I know it cannot be turned around.
In truth, I never imagined that the therapist would be wanting to see me on a regular basis. I got my diagnosis and ptsd too on the first visit, but it felt like punching in the air, because he says that if I do not have any goals, then what is the point of seeing him? So, today, I told him that I struggle mentally so much, that thinking of goals is far from my thoughts and it seemed to make him ponder. I have not been saying I want to keep seeing him; he keeps making the appointments and I feel so sure it is because he sees that he, out of everyone can get me to be "normal".
So, this time, I decided that I would type him a letter about my history and also giving a response to what he had suggested and then, thanks to google translate, he was able to read it on my tablet in French.
He asked me one: if you could change anything today, what would it be? In truth, the idea of suddenly being able to walk out of that office on my own ( not that I needed to), was just so hard to contimplate, I could not even go there; so instead I said: not to be anxious. He then said that he knows I hate medicine, but he honestly feels that it would benefit me, because the less anxious I feel, the clearer I can think and at first, I balked with the idea but then he asked: so, if there was one percent chance of you getting help, you would not take it, in case there are side effects? I just said ( because I am allowed to think) it depends on the side effects.
So, in the end, he persuaded me to try a couple of anti anxiety tablets and told me that any positive change will be in 3 weeks. I have now given a promise that I will just take them and not look up the side effects etc.
It is the pits to go in ok and then, a cascade of tears flowing in front of two men; albeit one being my husband. I can barely look at the therapist and I guess it is because he is challenging my sense of self awareness. I am too mentally exhausted to fight social phobia again.
He believes that it can be turned around. I know it cannot be turned around.