I must admit it was really nerve wracking, the thought of seeing a therapist. The day of my first appointment I couldn’t concentrate at all at work. That hasn’t changed much to this day. I would have thought that I would have gotten used to it by now. We spent the appointment doing an assessment. I wasn’t very forth coming in most of my answers. I don’t trust people enough to divulge anything too personal right off the bat. It was a pleasant enough of a visit and so consented to another appointment. I also knew that this program was mostly short term so I felt fairly safe with that. My problem is that when I start something I tend to be loyal to it even if it is bad news.
I knew that I needed to come to terms with my diagnoses particularly since I hadn’t even heard of it before. So I dove in the world of the internet to try to figure it out. I was surprised to see all the info on it. It was most amazing to read other peoples stories about it. I wasn’t the only one after all. But it didn’t make me feel any better about it. I just couldn’t believe that this happened to me. It was like it just happened out of the blue. But I know now that isn’t true.