Therapists aren’t people who you “pay to pretend to care about you”, therapists are people you pay to teach you how to care for yourself
Me: I am violently depressed.
Therapist: Oh! Sounds like you need to do YOGA! That will help!
Me: *signs up for yoga*
Me: *is violently depressed in Downward Dog*
Me: I hate myself and only see my flaws
Therapist: ok lets refocus on things you like about yourself. This week i want you to try and journal about good things you’ve for yourself and others.
Me: *does the homework* yeah but i still hate myself but feel bad cause i shouldn’t
Therapist: feeling like you shouldn’t hate yourself is a step in the right direction. Mental health is complex and isn’t something that will ~magically~ improve. We have a lot of hard work head of us but I’ll be here to help you.
TL;DR stop perpetuating the idea that therapy is unhelpful because the results are not instantaneous.
FUCKING THIS.
As a psychologist the amount of bullshit on this site, the amount of fucking dangerous bullshit on this site about how therapy is neurotypical bullshit and isn’t worth it and how exercise is pointless and good diet is pointless and that therapy homework is pointless DRIVES ME UP THE FUCKING WALL
Exercise is fucking important.
good diet is fucking important
therapy is fucking important.
WHY???because pills alone don’t help. they improve the hormonal imbalance (as does exercise and good diet which ALSO are a form of very real self care as your physical being is sorta connected to your mental one but go fucking figure right?), but guess what? the suicidal thoughts, the thoughts of harm, the thoughts of hating yourself, they’re still there. suicides actually increase when medicated. why? because suddenly you have the energy to fulfill thoughts of harming yourself. which is why you NEED therapy alongside pills.
it has taken you years, or decades to create your maladaptive thought processes and behaviours. that shit doesn’t disappear overnight. core beliefs don’t change overnight. these are the very fucking core of your personhood, your being and personality. THAT TAKES TIME TO CHANGE
STOP ACTING LIKE THERAPY IS SHIT IF IT DOESNT WORK IN TWO SESSIONS
^This!!!!!
The stigma that therapy isn’t worth it if you don’t feel better after the first couple sessions is such bullshit. It took me 8 months to tell my therapist anything personal but I kept going because I wanted to get better. I thought it was bs too when she kept telling me to think about other things and to distract myself when I have intrusive thoughts (not exact words whatsoever). Now it’s 2 and a half years later and I can successfully switch from thinking about all the ways I could kill myself to the song Slippery by Migos and immediately start laughing. You need to let it help you.
Y’all just need to find a good therapist and actually let them help, and help yourselves.
I needed to see this
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By the time I got tot the tenth grade in school, I’d already
was know as the school slut because I’d let the guys feel me up and I give them
hand jobs and sometimes suck them off, but had not yet had vaginal sex. That
change on afternoon. I’d had a crush on an older boy, a senior, and he noticed
me (gasp!) and he invited me over to his house one afternoon, abstemiously to
study, but we both knew better. Soon enough he had his hands down my panties
and I was stroking his cock. He began to get positioned between my legs, and I
began to struggle, “No, I wasn’t ready”, but he persisted. So much bigger and stronger,
he could do what he wanted and he kept telling me things like, “You little
whore, you know you want it.” And “What did you expect when you tease.” Those
were just the beginning of his verbal abuse; I was a cunt, a whore, a bitch,
and on and on. He didn’t bother to take my panties off, just pulled them aside
pushed is cock into me, I screamed but he’d had his hand over my mouth and
besides, no one else was home at the time.It didn’t take him long to cum, and when he was done, he was
done with me, telling me to get the fuck out before his parents came home. He
said he didn’t want them to see that he’d brought a slut into their house. I
got pushed out the door and had to walk home with his cum oozing out of my sore
and bruised pussy. I felt as if everyone who saw me knew that I’d just been
fucked, that I was whore just like he said, and I felt ashamed and stupid for
what I’d gotten myself into. When I got home, I went upstairs and, in the
bathroom, washed myself. My mother came up and saw that I was upset and in a
rush I told her the whole story. She didn’t have much sympathy, she said she
knew about me fooling around with my brothers and well what did I expect,
asking for it like that?
Good Girls love being groped. The rest of you need to learn to accept it.
Pretend you hate it
Groping is a complement. It doesn’t matter if you hate it, in fact it’s best if you hate it.
Like synchronized swimming of sex.
Bring a friend with you. You can both get trained to be proper little fucktoys.
Well. This would be a fun weekend.
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