therapy
Focused on the relationship between doctor and patient. Therapy is the process of self-discovery.
I Burned All of My Journals
I have made many attempts to tell my story but the words get stuck. I've managed a bit of poetry. In poetry I can be more elusive. The metaphors and analogies pour out but my truth gets to stay hidden. Eventually I will get there but until then I'll just start with what I can.
By Shanna Barton5 years ago in Psyche
Five Things I Learned During One Year of Therapy
In January of 2020, I made the decision to go into therapy for the third time. I had been in therapy two times prior in my life: at 8 years old after my parents divorced, and at 21 when my father died. After losing my dad, I was prescribed anti-anxiety medication. The medicine did help, but it was getting to the point where it wasn’t enough. I took a chance on the counseling center that I found through my new insurance company; not thinking that I would find someone right away that I liked, but I got very lucky. The therapist that I was assigned was incredibly helpful from day one. And I have learned quite a bit throughout these 52+ sessions.
By Allyson Yates5 years ago in Psyche
Masquerade: On Learning to Live as an Autistic Woman
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you. When I was seven, I read an abridged version of Phantom of the Opera. The musical happened to be coming to town, so my dad took me. From that moment forward, Phantom was all I talked about for years.
By Alexa Baczak5 years ago in Psyche
Me, myself and Emetophobia.
Chunder and Chips Saturday night out on the town use to fill me full of fear. I would hate standing at the taxi ranks waiting for my potential vomit smelling back seat. What would make it even worse is seeing people in the taxi rank blow chunks everywhere as if nothing has happened and get on with their life and maybe even chug down a few more shots or kerbab. If that was me I would be utterly panic stricken.
By Paul Evans5 years ago in Psyche
The Story Nobody Cares About.
"You understand that you are going to have to be on medication for the rest of your life?" That's what Dr. Foxton was asking me as I sat on a cold, folding dark brown chair. It was a small room that was way too bright, and my newly assigned psychiatrist was looking down at a piece of paper as he asked me ridiculous questions from a computer screen. This was something he was clearly used to. He probably has another 50 patients after me just ready to sign off on a drug to fix them right up. Maybe if he just so happens to guess the right drug on the right patient, he might save a life or two. Who knows? Maybe he will save us all.
By Hayley Smith5 years ago in Psyche
