Therapy. I highly recommend it.
I suppose it does come with a stigma. A stain, an automatically pre-judged shame. I remember a few people who spent time in a ‘facility’ [spelled State Hospital] when I was growing up, and although I think highly of them now, I remember thinking of them as weak, broken, even lame. People whispered about them. They averted their eyes, hung their heads, and arms hung down, as well.
Now I think very differently of therapy. It’s the bomb-dot-com! I decided back in May or so that I wanted to talk to someone about what was going on. I felt like I needed a third party to look at my stuff, all laid out on a table, so to speak, and tell me what I could do to better sort out and filter and discard. I knew I had received several spiritual directives, through temple service and two priesthood blessings. I had also visited with my Stake President about ‘everything’ and was given sweet, loving council. I had gotten a bit of advice from some legal friends and was gaining a pretty wide scope of options. Therapy was just one more learning tool that I grasped on to.
In fact . . I thrived in therapy. Once I got past the intake forms, [one 18 pages, and one 19 pages!!!] I knew I’d be OK. I wondered if they’d made those so long, difficult and maddening in order to weed out the faint of heart, the week in character!
I gotta say it was wonderful talking to someone who pretty much verified and confirmed that what was going on was not. my. fault. !! Mikelle likes to say, “I didn’t Cause it, I can’t Control it and I can’t Cure it.” [not that it’s not curable . . . I just can’t cure it!!
The therapist, herself, was a little odd. She wasn’t well-kept and was a bit late and untidy. But her advice, strategy and logic was something I readily identified with. We each eventually shared heartbreaking experiences in our past and bonded in a temporary fashion. We’ll never be close friends, but I can admire and respect her as a professional who helped me see more clearly.
And as fate would have it . . . she clearly supported what I concluded was best for me in the long run. She could have disagreed. That’s her job. She could have steered me in another direction; that’s her job. She could have told me I was waaaay off base. That’s her job. But she didn’t do any of those things.
Instead . . . she graduated me. She said, “You, Dorothy, are doing well. You are coping. You have several wonderful healthy coping skills. You are not sabotaging your beliefs and covenants. You are true to them. You are still functional, able to take care of your needs, responsible, productive, able to go to work. You have several support systems including family, friends, church and community. You are not suicidal, self-destructive or about to kill anyone. Your anger is understandable but it’s under control. You are level-headed and fairly logical.”
I mean who wouldn‘t want to hear that?!?
So, ya, I’m giving therapy an A- [B+ at the worst] and highly recommend it to anyone who is struggling to see their way out of a difficult situation and into a livable, do-able outcome.