Let’s just say it’s safe to say that I’m not on the same plane as my new therapist.
I did dive in thinking it would go a lot like Cherry. That is my own fault for expectations.
But I swear this new one keeps seeing eating disorder.
She don’t knooooow meeee. So she’s coming at my eating disorder and trying to help me with absolutely NO clue to what is happening.
This is another relapse, yes. You have notes to reference, yes. Your concern is my health, yes.minget it!!!
But how compliant am I going to be if you keep pushing me without listening to me?
Well it turns out not very.
PC and I have had some significant arguments these past few weeks. Mainly because I feel like I’m not being heard.
Ya he really isn’t listening to me, but it’s worse when my therapist is not either.
One of these two needs to. I can’t have them both steamrolling me. I lose my words.
And I’m already at a loss. This fucking RSV has messed with my memory!! I don’t think it’s the meds…I think it’s the virus itself. I have lost my short term memory.
Could it be from stress and anxiety? Oh I’ve been weighing that because I have been just run down at work–attacked from all angles. But that’s a different feeling.
So today I was pushed and pushed by the newb. I shut down. And our session ended early. Cool.
I’m tired of her invalidating that my life is shit. No, not everyone has shitty lives or gets shit on as much as I do. I am always looking for positives even as I’m being beaten down.
But she doesn’t get it and it almost seems like she won’t get it.
So it almost seems like it’s time to do what us anorexics and other disordered eating people do best: lie.
Ya I’m fine. Ya I’m eating. Ya it’s all going well. It’s wonderful.
I don’t want to talk about food yet she doesn’t seem to get that.
Can only be pushed so much.