Therapy, for myself, was something I had long associated with weakness and the inability to help myself. I cheered on others who sought counseling but didn’t see it fitting into my life, so I was determined that any meeting I had with a therapist would be short.
I advocated for therapy and counseling and firmly believed that others should discuss their feelings, fears, and sorted pasts with professionals, but when the idea was presented to me I froze. What would the therapist want to talk about? Would she want to change me? What kinds of things would I have to confront?
I am over at Birth Touch today telling the rest of the story about how I found therapy as a patient and my experience.
Come join me.