Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Your last sentence makes me wonder if you're over dramatic and part of the problem.
I hope you have the day you deserve, negative nancy.![]()
Anonymous wrote:I cannot seem to find a good therapist in DC for anything. This fall, I worked with someone who was disorganized and who, when I asked after session 5 whether she could share some perspective about what I was struggling with, told me, "That's not authentic to my practice." ??!! I had to keep reminding her by email to reschedule appointments she said she needed to reschedule and I learned quite a lot about her life in the 9 sessions I was with her. (There were many great things about her, too, but ultimately, her not being willing to share her perspective with me was a bit of a deal-killer.)
Fast-forward: I have initial consults with a few additional therapists, one who characterizes 3 things in my life as "trauma," even though one of them was being in NYC during 9/11 along with 6 million others; one who was eager to finish my sentences; one who, though not very timely in her replies, at least seemed okay. I went to meet her today to test the waters and....she wasn't at the office because she had booked us for an online session. My whole thing was that I wanted to see someone in person! This was after I filled out a super hefty, super personal form from her practice that left me feeling drained and sad. It may sound childish, but I can't go down this same road again with a therapist who isn't even in the office on a day when she said she was going to be.
Two of my close friends are therapists. I can grasp that it's a hard job, especially when everyone wants to discuss their feelings of political powerlessness and you have those same feelings. I get that the insurance process is crummy and you're frequently your own admin and no one is paying you for your sick days. But how is there a totally unregulated industry dealing with our most intimate feelings and mental illness? They're not required to have supervision after a certain point in their careers. Aside from Yelp reviews, is there any quality control?
And is there a reason that every therapist I've talked to recently has pretty much sucked? It was easier to find someone in my 20s. Maybe I'll just take up drinking instead. Less time-consuming in the short-term.
Anonymous wrote:I cannot seem to find a good therapist in DC for anything. This fall, I worked with someone who was disorganized and who, when I asked after session 5 whether she could share some perspective about what I was struggling with, told me, "That's not authentic to my practice." ??!! I had to keep reminding her by email to reschedule appointments she said she needed to reschedule and I learned quite a lot about her life in the 9 sessions I was with her. (There were many great things about her, too, but ultimately, her not being willing to share her perspective with me was a bit of a deal-killer.)
Fast-forward: I have initial consults with a few additional therapists, one who characterizes 3 things in my life as "trauma," even though one of them was being in NYC during 9/11 along with 6 million others; one who was eager to finish my sentences; one who, though not very timely in her replies, at least seemed okay. I went to meet her today to test the waters and....she wasn't at the office because she had booked us for an online session. My whole thing was that I wanted to see someone in person! This was after I filled out a super hefty, super personal form from her practice that left me feeling drained and sad. It may sound childish, but I can't go down this same road again with a therapist who isn't even in the office on a day when she said she was going to be.
Two of my close friends are therapists. I can grasp that it's a hard job, especially when everyone wants to discuss their feelings of political powerlessness and you have those same feelings. I get that the insurance process is crummy and you're frequently your own admin and no one is paying you for your sick days. But how is there a totally unregulated industry dealing with our most intimate feelings and mental illness? They're not required to have supervision after a certain point in their careers. Aside from Yelp reviews, is there any quality control?
And is there a reason that every therapist I've talked to recently has pretty much sucked? It was easier to find someone in my 20s. Maybe I'll just take up drinking instead. Less time-consuming in the short-term.
Anonymous wrote:Living through 9/11 in NYC WAS traumatic, and the fact that you are quick to dismiss it suggests that you may have been encouraged to minimize the importance of your own experiences long before that.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Your last sentence makes me wonder if you're over dramatic and part of the problem.
Funny, it made me appreciate her perseverance and the fact that she still has a sense of humor after hitting a few brick walls.
Anonymous wrote:Your last sentence makes me wonder if you're over dramatic and part of the problem.