When people hear therapy, they immediately jump to that conclusion wherein there is a sofa, a chair, a clipboard, and a “and how does that make you feel?” My experience couldn’t be more different. For one, I never thought that I’d ever go to a psychologist. I live in India for godsakes, and mental unwellbeing of any form is just not allowed. You’re perceived as crazy, attention seeking, and FOR SHAME HOW COULD YOU. God.
Point being, even saying that you’ve been to a therapist gets you these looks. These “how could you shame your family like this?” looks. So when I told my parents I hadn’t really felt happy in three years, they finally felt resigned enough to take me to therapy.
So we go to the hospital, wait for ages and finally go in and immediately my parents are sent out. Before I say any more I must mention that my therapist really has one of the kindest faces I’ve ever seen in my life and one of the sweetest smiles. She has this aura of calmness around her that you can’t help but let permeate even your own troubled mind. She truly picked the right profession. Now please forgive me for what I’m about to say because despite her job requiring no assumptions or judgement, that is exactly what she did. I dislike saying anything remotely bad about her but she did make her assumptions even after I told her the exact opposite of what she wrote down in my ‘mental assessment chart’. It seemed like she knew what she was going to say about me before I even said anything. Which resulted in a lot of things being read by my parents that had absolutely nothing to do with me and then all understanding was lost because I couldn’t tell them that what was wrong with me wasn’t what she thought. So now they have this ‘understanding’ of me which really isn’t me but what can I do about it now?
I attended therapy for quite some time and each time we would talk, she’d teach me some relaxation therapy and she’d ask me how my diary was coming along. I used to write a lot back then, everyday actually, but I don’t anymore. I use different mediums now. I stopped attending therapy a long time ago when I realised that with her assumption of what was wrong with me, it really wasnt helping very much anyway. I thought it was but on reflection, most of the work came from me.
I’m just trying to say that yes, everyone makes assumptions. And sometimes therapists don’t. But too many people make assumptions about sad almost adults and I don’t like that. And they’re always the same assumptions as if we’re all the same person. Not all of us are Juliet’s who drink fake poison and then stab ourselves when we realise we forgot to share our terrible plan with our boyfriend/husband who promptly decided death was the way to go cause he’d never find love again EVEN THOUGH HE WAS TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH ROSALINE (or whatever her name is) LIKE FIVE SECONDS BEFORE HE SAW JULIET. I went off track. Sorry, I just kind of hate Romeo and Juliet.
Point! People will judge, people will try to invalidate your feelings and people will get you down. But sometimes they have a very nice smile and a calm demeanor so you forgive them.
Go listen to Give Me Therapy by All Time Low. Yes, I had an ATL phase and the only reason I’m telling you to listen to it is because it has the word therapy in it.