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I suppose my expectations were a bit out of line with the reality of therapy. I imagined a very intelligent man imperceptibly steering the conversation towards subjects which might grant insight into my history and mental state, all the while constructing an in-depth personality profile which he would inevitably use to my benefit. With that in mind, I spent the first few weeks scrutinizing my therapist's every word and decoding each twitch of his eyes in hopes of gaining insight into his thought process and longterm plans for me. Whenever I mentioned a sensitive subject, I'd notice a change in my voice and expect him to seize upon the subject. When he didn't, instead allowing me to go on a tangent about comic books and the Wold Newton Universe, I thought he was just biding his time until we'd built a stronger rapport and could discuss such topics more openly.
But he never became the therapist I wanted and I ended up spending 8 dollars a week to talk about what movies I'd seen and how my roommate wants us to put dated stickers on perishable food items to ensure maximum refrigerator freshness. All in all, it was a rip-off, so I told the receptionist I was leaving town and just didn't show up on Friday. Maybe I'll find a try to find a different therapist, but for now I'm content to free myself of that meager expense and having to play awkward silence chicken with a man who, after a month, never learned that I'm more likely to fill a conversational void with my opinion about Superman than anything that actually matters.
In other news, I resolved to apply for college again, but have been putting off filing the proper applications. I'm dreading writing essays and dealing with rejection letters, but hopefully not to the point where I'll let the deadline pass me. I think I still have a few weeks. It'd be kind of disappointing and relieving if I didn't.
But he never became the therapist I wanted and I ended up spending 8 dollars a week to talk about what movies I'd seen and how my roommate wants us to put dated stickers on perishable food items to ensure maximum refrigerator freshness. All in all, it was a rip-off, so I told the receptionist I was leaving town and just didn't show up on Friday. Maybe I'll find a try to find a different therapist, but for now I'm content to free myself of that meager expense and having to play awkward silence chicken with a man who, after a month, never learned that I'm more likely to fill a conversational void with my opinion about Superman than anything that actually matters.
In other news, I resolved to apply for college again, but have been putting off filing the proper applications. I'm dreading writing essays and dealing with rejection letters, but hopefully not to the point where I'll let the deadline pass me. I think I still have a few weeks. It'd be kind of disappointing and relieving if I didn't.
MAY 13, 2008 12:50 PM
yea man i need to go back to school but i keep putting it off, i always find a reason 
i went through ummmmmmmm 4 or 5 therapists before i shunned them altogether. they dont have much insite, they pretty much just listen. i started believing that they were scrutinizing my every word and that they were just waiting for me to say the wrong thing. its hard to find someone who will listen and offer positive and or negative feedback to help you progress to where you want to be.
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