Why Therapy Sucks

Let me tell you, therapy sucks. Ok, don't get me wrong-- I'm sure some people find it to be really helpful. But for me, I barely got anything out of it. And I hated it. Here's why:

1. They assume that you are about to commit suicide. And then they proceed to treat you like that until you prove to them that you aren't about to jump off of a bridge.

Seriously. This happened right from the start. I called them to make an appointment. The receptionist was explaining some really complicated thing about how you have to come in and fill out paperwork on a computer and then make an appointment to make an appointment with someone.

Me: Um... ok.

Receptionist: Alright? Is that going to be ok?

Um... lady you can treat me like a normal person. Normal people aren't overly fake concerned.

Receptionist: Unless you feel like you need to be seen today?

"Feel like you need to be seen today??" Wtf. Wow. Way to make me feel like I'm some mentally unstable crazy person.

Then when I went in there to fill out the paperwork, the receptionist was trying to figure out if I had been the one to talk to her on the phone. Wtf. Nosy bitch.

Also, someone else treated me like I had a "handle with caution" sign taped to my forehead. My therapist was a student, so someone else came to observe our session. My therapist introduced me to this person before the session. The observer didn't say anything at first, and waited a few minutes before sticking out her hand:

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, nice to meet you!" The observer said, in her "I'm talking to a toddler/mentally insane person" voice, with a fake smile plastered onto her face.

Um, no thank you.

2. They also assume that you have an eating disorder, that you abuse drugs, and that you have a drinking problem, until you prove them otherwise.

3. They try to make you go to group sessions where you have to talk about your problems with complete strangers.

Yeah... no thanks. I already have enough trouble trying to talk about stuff with people I know sometimes. I'm not about to tell complete strangers about how I'm in love with my abusive ex-boyfriend, how all I can think about is how I want to fuck his brains out, how I still want him in my life after everything he did, and how I don't understand what he thought about me or about our relationship at all. No. Fucking. Way.

They wanted to have me go to a group session every week and only meet one-on-one with the therapist every third week. What the fuck?

4. Then they make you discuss with them why you don't want to do group sessions, instead of discussing what you actually came there to discuss.

5. Once you actually start talking about the stuff you want to talk about, the session is entirely you talking about your problems. The therapist isn't allowed to offer any sort of advice or opinion.

Well that's stupid. What I wanted was answers. Answers to my questions, and advice on how to move forward.

Anyway, this didn't last long. I ended up having an epiphany, which changed my outlook on life completely. But I'll get to that. Obviously therapy wasn't the way to go for me, so instead I need to focus on talking to my friends, cheering myself up, and moving on.