Therapy

My first therapy session went well, I think. She said I was “fascinating” to talk to. She also said I was hyperverbal which (I think) has more to do with my grammar and vocabulary than the amount of verbalization. Of course there may be some of that as well.

This was more of a getting to know each other kind of session, so while she did probe around a bit, it seemed to be more of a scattered approach than focusing on any one area. She asked about work, and how I felt about going back on April 5th, and I told her I dread it. We talked a bit about work, but the session danced all over. She asked about the first time I ever remember feeling depressed, and I almost immediately went back to my junior year of high school when my first really serious girlfriend dumped me so that must have made more of an impression on me than I’ve thought about since then. So we wandered around my psyche a bit but nothing huge today. I go back next Thursday for another session. I think she wonders if what I’ve been having trouble with lately is not so much depression as it is anxiety. Either way, the combination of an increased dosage of my meds and removing myself from the stressful environment seems to have helped tremendously. Anything the therapy can do is just icing on the cake as far as I’m concerned. She seemed interested in my past relationships, both friend and romantic. There may be something there I’m missing, but it may be incidental to the problem at hand and not in urgent need of examination or repair. For example, you take your car to the shop because your wheel fell off and they happen to notice your windshield wipers need replacing. Or it may actually be important to the situation at hand, I don’t know. If I did know I’d be the therapist and not the patient. Maybe.

I stopped in town on my way back home and even though I had a shopping list still forgot to get something that was actually on the list. I know I walked right past it too. Grrr.

I really thought I had more to say but I guess that’s it for now.