you die, all you do is die, and yet you live

I nev­er intend­ed ther­a­py to take such prece­dence, but it’s become the re-occur­ring event around which I work all my oth­er plans. I’m still learn­ing how to be an emo­tion­al­ly healthy per­son, while unlearn­ing the destruc­tive habits I devel­oped to sur­vive the rela­tion­ships of my past. They affect me every sin­gle day, and I know I’ll be doomed to recre­ate the dra­mas of my ear­li­er life unless I have out­side help. At the same time, it’s not a process I can rush. Every ses­sion leaves me emo­tion­al­ly exhaust­ed, and I need a healthy dose of hap­py to recov­er1. It also takes time to process what I learn, reflect on ongo­ing behav­iours, and put new tech­niques into prac­tice.

I’m for­tu­nate to have found a com­pe­tent ther­a­pist with whom I’m com­fort­able, espe­cial­ly when doing cog­ni­tive work that often leaves me unsafe2. After so many months, he knows enough about me and my his­to­ry to under­stand the kind of guid­ance I need. There’s no struc­ture, but he always lets me start. As a per­son who’s spent his entire life being social­ly sub­mis­sive, the role rever­sal is a wel­come change. It’s a reminder that the time is mine, that I’m free to be myself, that I get what I want out of our hour.

Sometimes, I catch myself wish­ing he would val­i­date me with­out the need to explain myself, but he con­sis­tent­ly remains the neu­tral ally (albeit one with plen­ty of com­pas­sion). I’ve learned that it’s impor­tant he nev­er side with me out of loy­al­ty the way a friend might, so I can trust his opin­ion is always bal­anced and fair. Other times, I wish he would sim­ply tell me what I need to know, but he lets me come to real­iza­tions by myself, to make sure I’m always in con­trol, and to avoid influ­enc­ing me by the act of mak­ing a sug­ges­tion. It’s a unique role in my life that he plays well.

I dread the pain, but still look for­ward to every ses­sion. So much of my progress is tied to the mem­o­ries I’ve kept in the back of my head and the emo­tions I’ve left to expe­ri­ence. It’s an oppor­tu­ni­ty to show myself com­pas­sion, while flex­ing men­tal mus­cles I don’t get to use often enough nowa­days. Not to men­tion the grat­i­fi­ca­tion and hope that comes with uncov­er­ing long-seat­ed, self-defeat­ing thought pat­terns.

Heather has­n’t been com­ing in with me late­ly, but she still comes with; I don’t need her as a wit­ness as much as a sup­port when it’s over. It’s com­fort­ing to know I have a part­ner who accepts me now amid all this uncer­tain­ty, and will con­tin­ue to no mat­ter who I become. She’s the one who tends to my wounds at home, the love I’ve been miss­ing my entire life, the rea­son I’m strong enough to do this work. The least I can do is strength­en my bond with her by learn­ing to be more a trust­ing, patient, and accept­ing per­son.

  1. Something that usu­al­ly involves turn­ing into a blitzed-out her­mit for a few days. []
  2. I’ve always won­dered what oth­er peo­ple’s expe­ri­ence with ther­a­py is like. I don’t know a sin­gle per­son who goes on a reg­u­lar basis. []


  1. It seems I know more and more peo­ple who attend ther­a­py on a reg­u­lar basis. I’m not sure that I actu­al­ly know MORE peo­ple who do, or if peo­ple are becom­ing more com­fort­able talk­ing about the fact that they do.

    • That’s com­fort­ing, cause I know more peo­ple who are com­plete­ly clue­less and prej­u­diced about ther­a­py, than peo­ple who actu­al­ly under­stand it. The clos­est to an accu­rate rep­re­sen­ta­tion I’ve ever seen in media is when Claire inter­acts with her coun­cil­lor in the first sea­son of Six Feet Under. Otherwise, it’s all the old “head­shrinker” stereo­types.

      • Yeah I think the media is still very far away from being able to deal with ther­a­py, men­tal ill­ness etc, in a nuanced man­ner. It’s too bad because this influ­ences how peo­ple per­ceive things a lot.

  2. I attend­ed ther­a­py for 2 years start­ing 8 years ago. I was very help­ful at the time. It helped me through some dark times and helped me real­ize I need­ed to cut off con­tact with my tox­ic fam­i­ly. It got to the point where sur­vival was either me or them — my ther­a­pist helped me choose them. It was the best deci­sion I ever made. Haven’t been in con­tact with any­one in my fam­i­ly in 7 years and I have nev­er been hap­pi­er. That’s not to say it was all wine and ros­es.

    After cut­ting off my fam­i­ly, my ther­a­pist tried to be a sur­ro­gate moth­er, and at the time I want­ed that but it was mas­sive­ly unhealthy (and inap­pro­pri­ate on her part). To the point where she was caus­ing argu­ments between my wife and I. Then some­thing inside of me snapped. I was able to take what I had learned from ther­a­pist and use it to show her that our ses­sions were no longer healthy for me and I stopped see­ing her. I’ve gone a few times to oth­er ther­a­pists over the years but haven’t stayed long. I real­ly don’t need them any­more. I was final­ly able to rely on myself and deal with the pain that, even to this day, will man­i­fest itself even at the slight­est inter­ac­tion. It is dif­fi­cult but I have a bet­ter sup­port sys­tem with­in myself and my lov­ing, patient, and sup­port­ive wife.

    You’ll get there Jeff. Not that I know where there is real­ly. It is a jour­ney — some days are bet­ter than oth­ers. You try to deal, get sup­port when you need it, learn (good and bad), then move on. Life is a great adven­ture that some­times will slow you down. The key is to keep mov­ing.

    Good luck! You are on your way and being sup­port­ed, and that is what mat­ters.

    • Wow, your sto­ry is remark­able. One would trust a health­care pro­fes­sion­al not to abuse or con­fuse the client/patient rela­tion­ship, but I guess doc­tors are human too. I’m glad ther­a­py helped you rec­og­nize the unhealthy influ­ences in your life, and gave you a voice to make the right changes. It sounds like you got exact­ly what you need­ed out of it, and you made it through the expe­ri­ence as a bet­ter per­son.

      Thanks for shar­ing. Your sto­ry is an impor­tant and help­ful reminder that even though I implic­it­ly trust my ther­a­pist to guide me, he’s not infal­li­ble, and I’m still the one who knows what’s best for me at the end of the day.

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