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#adventures in therapy
incorrect911argoship · 10 months
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Frank: How is your energy during work hours?
Eddie: Caffeine no longer keeps me going, so instead I have Buck send me texts saying "we need to talk" throughout the day.
Frank: How is that better than caffeine?
Eddie: Well, it gives me just the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.
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break-me-open · 5 months
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Me upon learning that I've been diagnosed with PTSD:
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unicornstherapy · 5 months
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Leaving therapy after a rough session like
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mashupofmylife · 3 months
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@heartbeatsandrainstorms replied to your post “For reasons that I now can't remember, my...”:
So...did you bring the stuffed animal to therapy with you? Inquiring minds that also sleep with stuffed animals want to know :)
​You bet I did! And he's such a child psychiatrist that he picked up on the nickname I use for her and has since used that nickname to follow up and ask how it felt to bring her to therapy and said that I am welcome to bring her whenever I want in the future.
We ended up talking about my attachment style and pattern of relationships and some trends with relationships in my family which all came out of me bringing her which was productive and academically interesting, not that I've been able to operationalize it or anything like that.
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bumblebeerror · 2 years
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My therapist: don’t chase people, because at some point in chasing you’re just a serial killer
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after such hits as "crying about john lennon, fame and memory" and "liam gallagher and charisma versus talent" my therapist today got to hear me rant on "nolan patrick and Capitalism as the Body Destroyer" because my interests may swing wildly but i'm still That Bitch (adhd)
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aunty-kikimora · 2 years
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Gotta say, it certainly was a feeling to figure out today in therapy that I don’t have the foggiest idea on how to recharge myself. I know what is draining me (either physically, mentally, emotionally or some mix of all of those). But for the life of me my 30 yo ass can not think of one single thing that GIVES me energy.
whoops...
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wolxoltl · 7 months
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Time really is a flat circle.
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sp00kygr33n · 7 days
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My therapist (in my native language): so how do you process all of that?
Me: *slips an unfished disaster twins angst fic across the table*
My therapist, still in my native language: why is this in english?
Me, in english: i cannot understand emotions in my mothertounge
My therapist: *scribbles furiously on her notepad*
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incorrect911argoship · 10 months
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*Eddie during a therapy session with Frank*
Eddie: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?
Frank: Eddie, you've spent the past hour talking about how big Buck's arms are. I think "a little" is an understatement.
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break-me-open · 4 months
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Therapists hate them!
Local client won't stop making PowerPoints!
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time-woods · 8 months
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simon doodle in honor of fionna and cake dropping, sad old men gotta b my favorite species tbh
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mashupofmylife · 7 months
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today was a trip, friends
i drove to therapy, went grocery shopping after, and went out to my car in the parking lot. that's when i realized that my car keys weren't on my key ring, or in my shopping bag, and I couldn't see them through the car window. tugged on doors--all locked.
i retraced my steps all the way back up to my therapist's office, hoping the keys fell out of a loose pocket in my dress. no keys in the lobby. his front desk actually went into his office mid-session (virtual session--it wasn't that intrusive because its a different part of the room) and took the couch apart to see if she could find my keys. she couldn't
i checked the public bathroom, thinking again, loose pockets. no luck. i retraced my steps back to the grocery store. walked all over the store, checked amidst the produce that i picked through. no keys on the register where i checked out. no keys turned in to customer service. i left my name and number and a description of the keys with customer service.
i sat down and pulled everything out of my shopping bag again. still no keys. walked back to the car. circled the car, looking for keys from different angles. finally see the keys. debated calling the firehouse vs insurance unlock service vs uber. called the firehouse, didn't know the crew who was on, so decided to go with insurance.
had to redownload the insurance app on my phone. finally, ready to start the process and...my phone dies. charger is locked in the car. can't get an uber with a dead phone.
walk back into the grocery store. find charging cables. and car charger ports. no wall adapters. walk to the convenience store across the plaza. walk through the entire store. no chargers. check one last place before giving up. finally--chargers and wall adapters.
walk myself, my groceries, my dead phone, and my new charging equipment over to starbucks, because where else can i loiter in the air conditioning (it was 85F outside too) while charging my phone.
my scissors live in my backpack, which was in the locked car. so i use my other keys (i have my entire key ring except the car keys with me) like mini serrated edges to open the stupid plastic packaging so i can actually get the chargers out.
plug in the phone, order a drink, and start the insurance unlock service process.
45 minutes later, a guy shows up and pops my car door open so i can get my keys. finally in the car. ac on.
the entire adventure added 90 minutes to my therapy and grocery outing today
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bumblebeerror · 2 years
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My therapy session today was interesting,,,
I have new Tracy My Therapist quotes:
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(The first one was her attempt to ask if they mentioned Techno’s exact death date)
I have never laughed so hard in therapy. I think he’d have lost it too
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mixedbag-o-beans · 3 months
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no one has bigger beef with my ex than my 70 year old therapist
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edensflaw · 4 months
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Therapy is good. I don't think I would be where I am mentally right now if it weren't for therapy.
But it's a very specific kind of grief when you hear your therapist say "PTSD" for the first time.
I am tired.
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