#if ur gonna commit to doing family therapy then do family therapy but its hard to be ethical and overlap within families

[fuckingwhateverdude]

????? okay wait that’s awesome but isn’t that a total conflict of interest?? if she treated multiple family members of yours? i went to the same iop program as my brother and they only had two therapists there and i couldn’t have the one my brother did

yeah so she had uhhhhhhhh several weird ethical things she did actually 😭😭 i actually had another therapist that treated me and my brother and did a session with both of us and my sister and i think their interpretation was that treating the family as a whole allowed for more insight but??? both of those therapists had questionable business practices as a whole sooo.....

#the current one would like call u for therapy and be like grocery shopping and not be paying attention as she did it 😭 #or have sessions in person in v public places #and like the other one would tell me shit that my parents said in session or would tell them things ab me that i said in session #it was weird bc both the therapists that treated multiple members of my family Did like have otherwise questionable ethics.... #so it def is a conflict of interest!!! #as someone doing therapy i feel like if u have someone for individual sessions and then do a family session thats different #but like having ppl in the same family on ur caseload leads to confidentiality issues if ur open ab it #bc if ur bitching ab ur mom and then the therapist goes: well ur mom told me.... #thats breaking confidentiality #and the other way around #if ur gonna commit to doing family therapy then do family therapy but its hard to be ethical and overlap within families #bc it all connects so breaches of confidentiality happen naturally but theyre still unethical #IM RAMBLING BUT U KNOW

[justmeinadaze]

Is the religious part in ur fics pulled form ur own experience? My family is also religious and im an atheist so we often clash in that aspect. U dont have to answer if its too personal. ❤️

Im gonna put the read more thing since I dont want people to read if they dont want to <3

So kinda. My bio mom is a narcissist who loved using anything to hurt me emotionally. When her and my father divorced she really got into a weird religious kick but could never fully commit to the faith. She claimed to be christian and we went to church for like a month but then she stopped wanting to wake up early on Sundays so we stopped going all together.

As I got older I started finding my own way when it came to things like that especially since she would use faith at her leisure. For example, we never went to church and she never read the Bible but I'm going to hell because I was never baptized. I'm going to hell because I think a girl is cute or her favorite I'm going to hell because I dont respect her.

My father was the opposite. He grew up in a catholic household but as he got older he stopped believing in organized religion which is about where I lean as well. Like the reader in my story, I don't see how God could create such beautiful things and people yet supposedly be so hateful.

I remember when I started going to therapy, my first session I cried because I thought I God wouldn't love me if I wasn't a certain way. It was so hard to break from that and I'm still trying to recover from all that mental damage that woman did.

Of course, like I've said before I also live in Texas and Texans around here definitely have a way of thinkin'. Lol thankfully I live in a more...liberal town so they feel more like I do compared to some of the other cities around here.

Please feel free and comfortable to ask me questions like that. If I've learned anything from my short time writing on here it's that there are so many people like me who have been through some of the same things I have or don't feel comfortable expressing themselves out in the world. I don't mind talking about it and I definitely won't judge you <3

[hxrryspotter]

ugly things that u go thru during major depression: not washing your hair for a month but using dry shampoo whenever you need to leave the house which in the span of one month, is probably only a total of 3 times. also not brushing your teeth and feeling like the most useless human being. showering twice or three times a week at the most. not having any spare clothes for weeks bc as soon as you think abt doing the washing its like ur suddenly asked to climb a mountain so you just borrow from your family without them even knowing. having your whole room apparently on the floor like a personal art exhibit where you never know what object ur gonna step on or trip over next. practicing self-care but sometimes it just ends up making you feel worse abt yourself. oversleeping and laying down for most of the day, everyday, which eventually makes your body ache in the most uncomfortable places bc you fucked up somethin with your lower back nerves by not moving for long periods of time. doing good things for yourself but having it all thrown back as worthless bc its never enough for anyone else and it doesnt matter if all you can do is get up and breathe bc its still not gonna be enough bc ur not supposed to be like this, to live like this, but you still gotta stay alive bc ur not supposed to give up even when no one actually cares about how ur doing. ur always waiting for the hope to come in and save you or at least let you wanna save yourself but a month passes and then another and then a year and then two and then four and its still not happening, nothings happening and ur trying, ur trying so hard to keep on and deal with it. you see professional after professional and take the medications that you’re told will help your energy and mood levels, you bare your soul in sessions and commit to therapy and recovery and progression.

and people will still look at you and expect more. and you realize that whatever you say, they just wont get it. and if nothing else, you gotta live for yourself then, if you have no one, live for the hope of your future even tho its the most excruciating thing to do when its the last thing you want in this world. and the first step is trying to get there in the first place, where you still want to save yourself but depression is the literal opposite, its self destruction.

#im just ranting let me just.. idek #im angry and sad and frustrated and just absolutely worthless rn lmfao #depression tw #personal

[diaryofakasiehousewife-blog]

The beginning

Insert 4 "So tell me, how have you been?" asked this guy who was now seated with me on my table. And just then something hit me, i know this guy (excited) This is the guy from House 22, the guy who was supposed to be my skhafthini (lunchbox) the night i broke up with Thabo. This is the meal that was taken out of my mouth by the very same Kabo i married. The very same Kabo who today is depriving me of my rightful fruits of marriage. I cant believe he looks this good, he is yummier than i had imagine. As drunk as i was that night, my eyes could pierce through his pants and could see the unseeable. I thought i was never gonna have those unseeables again. But then here they are sitting witv me tonight. So this means, my prayers for tonight are in good terms. "Ive been good, thanks for asking, yourself?" "Ah you know man, God has been great." "Can i join you?" He continued "Sure, no problem." "I hope tonight you are really alone, i really dont wanna cause any problems for you again." "No, you can relax, im here alone." I replied "So tell me, what really happened to you that night? Who was that guy? Your hosband? ( hosband as pronounced by him, its not a spelling mistake, you know them race and their accent mos. So when ever he appears in my episodes and you see some kinda spelling mistake, just note that its probably him talking lol😂) "He was not my husband, he just took me home." "Ok, i was really worried about you." "How long has it been thou, 5 years? 6 years?" He continued asking. "Ya most probably, 5 to 6 years or more." "But you havent changed a bit, that is why i noticed you so easily." Like duh! Who is he trying to fool? I havent changed a bit in 8 years? Men will say anything just to get under your pants. "Thanks." I said as a gave him a grin. "My name is Wilson, by the way." "Nice to know you Wilson, im Tumi." So Wilson sat with me through the evening. We ordered some food and drinks, then some more food and even more drinks. We clicked i must add. He had a great sense of humor and he seemed to managed to cheer my sour heart. I even forgot where i came from, who i left behind and what i had to go back home to. He just made me melt. For the first time in years i laughed this loud. I was just in another world. I realised how miserable ive been and how much i missed out on life. This moment with Wilson, made me regret even more why i married Kabo in the first time. The nights i have wasted waiting for him to come home, only for him to come home after midnight drunk and snoring. The cold evenings i had to endure longing for someone to cuddle me and share dinner with me. The nights i have waisted in that house trying to potray a good wife imagine to his family and the neighbors, not going going put with my friends anymore. Not to mention the friends i had to cut off because according to him they werent suitable or healthy for our marriage. All this made me wanna puke. I wished there was an online application for divorce, i could just file for it right there and there. But bad news is i couldnt, no matter how good this "Wilson" moment felt, it is going to end soon and im gonna have to go back to him. I couldnt even let my mind think of divorce for another second, cause he would leave me as poor as a dog. I bet he would even take underwears. Wilson and i had a lot in common, we did the same subjects in high school, listened to same music, he also loved books and turns out he studied Law like i did. Well maybe not exactly like i did, atleast yena he graduated lol. But then let me not get way ahead of myself, we are just flirting, this is nothing serious. So just chill Tumi chill. It was just after 23:00 when we walked out of Newscafè. We thought that well maybe we should take our lil party somewhere private. We had everything worked out and planned and all excited. That we leave my car here, we take his car, we go to his apartment, we have fun, he drives me back, get my car and then i drive back home. Perfect plan hey? Mxm...i wish it was the perfect plan. It has to be the perfect plan. I have been dickless for weeks now, i need some kind of penetration therapy. So tonight is the night, im going all out and nothing is going to stop me. "Tumi." I heard someone calling out my name as we were about to approach Wilson's car. And it was definetely a man's voice but it wasnt Kabo's. "O ya kae?"(where are you going) that person asked Goodness dammit. Its Sebalo, Kabo's older brother. The hottest brother inlaw ever has spotted me "Oh, Sebalo, i was just..." "I know what you were about to do, come im taking you home." He interrupted me before i could finish my sentence . "No, what you mean you taking me home, im OK," "Tumi please lets not do this the hard way, theres no way im leaving you with this lekwerekwere (foreigner)." Hey dont ever call a foreigner by that name, you shall die my friend lol "Hey hey hey my brotha, you don't know me and I don't know you, you dont get to call me names, listen to me..." Wilson lashed at Sebalo ka deep anger pointing him with his car keys "Ok ok guys, please stop." "Sebalo its fine you can take me home, Wilson ill call you tomorrow." Me trying to calm the situation down. "No, dont call. Dont fucken call me. You are so much trouble. What kind of a woman are you?" Wilson shouted "Everywhere i see you, theres some guy coming out of nowhere to take you home. I should have let you pay for your bill bi#ch." He added as he walked into his big machine car and driving away. Wheeew...now there i was in this parking lot. Everyone is staring at us. Worse part im in this situation with my brother inlaw. How do i explain this to him? What if he tells Kabo? But i know Sebalo is a very decent guy, i bet he wouldnt. I hope he doesnt. So we walked quietly towards his car which was now parked next to mine. "Tsena ka mo koloing."(get inside the car) he said "And then ya me yona?"( and what about my car?) I asked him "O sa wara i ll leave your car keys with my friend, he will follow us with it." He said as he walked back towards Newscafè and handing over the keys to someone who already was waiting for him outside. What was supposed to be a 20 minute drive seemed like a 4 hour drive to Limpopo. We were quite all through until we got to my house. It was just after midnight and his lil brother was not home "E ban, o kae Kabo?" (Where is Kabo) He asked as we entered the house. "I dont know." I answerd him throwing myself on the couch and attempting to take off my shoes. "Oh i see, no wonder o le busy le makwerekwere a ko Karenpark." "Mxm, that is just a friend." "When does your friend arrive, i thought he was behind us?" "No o sa wara ka oo( dont worry about that one) i told him ill call and tell him to come when we are done." "Done what? Aker you dropped me off, im safe inside the house. Call him now." He just laughed at me and started walking slowly towards me. What the f#ck is this now. "You thought i would just let you off the hook that easily? Well you thought wrong." "What do you mean?" I asked in shock "Its a beautiful dress you wearing by the way, i like how it shapes your ass. My brother sure does have great take." He added his nonsense, now close enough that our bodies we touch now. I was in shock. This cant be Sebalo talking, he must be high of some drug or something. Kana Sebalo is the most loyal, respectful guy i ever met. He wouldnt even look at other women. He was committed to his wife and kids. He was the perfect example of a husband and how married men should behave. Well perfect example se foot! Why is he not home with his wife now? I just laughed and tried walking passed him. What shocks me is that he wasnt even drunk, well atleast he didnt look drunk or smell any alcohol on him. Just then he grabbed both ass and pulled me towards him. Close enough to feel is hard erection. Shit! This guy is serious. He then leaned over and whispered in my ear. "This is simple Tumi, we go to the bedroom! I help you get out of that sexy dress you wearing. I take off ur bra and painties if you wearing any. Then i lick your tits and... "Sebalo please stop." I interrupted him Truly speaking, i was wetting my thong already. With his erection hard on top of my punani. I was already drooling But i knew i couldnt i had to pull myself together and get him away from me, I'll scream if I have to. This is my brother inlaw. "Shhhh as i was saying, ok never mind what i was saying, or we can do it right here on the cough if you like?" Mxm bloody pervet. "We do this and you and i both forget about lekwerekwere la ko Karenpark, your secret stays safe with me." He started kissing my neck, grabbing my ass even tighter... Is this gonna happen? Is my brother inlaw blackmailing me? *****************