Or, ya know, lack of trust. That’s me, woohoo. Had a lot of unworked trauma, my father obliged himself to oay for therapy. Still couldn’t do it. I trust no one, much less someone who was trained in ways of meddling with my psyche.
It took me 2 years to take him up on it, and even then I couldn’t do more than to bruteforce myself to speak, putting even more distance between me and therapist. In a way, therapy was also traumatic. And no, not therapist fault, she was a golden woman with a big heart and open mind. I just don’t trust people.
Or, ya know, lack of trust. That’s me, woohoo. Had a lot of unworked trauma, my father obliged himself to oay for therapy. Still couldn’t do it. I trust no one, much less someone who was trained in ways of meddling with my psyche.
It took me 2 years to take him up on it, and even then I couldn’t do more than to bruteforce myself to speak, putting even more distance between me and therapist. In a way, therapy was also traumatic. And no, not therapist fault, she was a golden woman with a big heart and open mind. I just don’t trust people.