What is with the fucking unacceptance of therapy? Why do so many people have a problem with it? I’ll use my dad as an example, because I doubt he’s going to be reading this anyway. I was watching this new TV show I found on BT Vision called In Treatment, which is very serious and not the typical ‘lively’ TV show. But I thought the acting was good, the way it was written was really smart because most of it was filmed in the same room, yet it was so interested. (I really only found Sohpie’s story interesting, but have made myself watch some of the other episodes so I can follow the therapist’s storyline too.)
Anyway, my parents came home and started watching it too while they were having their dinner. I’m busy studying… while watching TV lol. They know the dude who is the main guy, so they commented on him. But they then started commenting on the show. My mum said something like, “this isn’t a show you can watch a lot of”, but my dad started talking about what crap it is. And they both often say things about how people have it worse off than them, or us, whatever. Just in general… like if you comment how you hate your school or whatever. “At least you have a roof over your head!” I say similar things at time, because, hell, it’s totally true.
But I think therapy is a good thing. It allows you to open up to someone emotionally, without having to worry about what they think of you (because they don’t know you socially or are related to you) and process through your issues. The point of therapy isn’t to get advice or have someone fix your problems for you. The point is to get help to go through your own issues and get these emotions out of you through therapy and you might find you already have the answer deep down in yourself. My dad also said, “therapy is for rich kids whose parents are just lazy and won’t sit down to talk to them” or something like that. That’s fucking bull! And makes him a total hypocrite! I can’t ever remember him sitting down to just talk things out. I feel like he pushes everything away.
I was at the doctor several months ago for a totally unrelated reason, but she must have seen through my reserved-ness or something, because she brought up the fact that my dad was ill and asked me how I felt about it. I was completely shocked, because I didn’t know how she knew that it bothered me. It was totally out of the blue… I think. But she then said that maybe I wished that my parents would talk to me about it more, because they don’t realise that it has an affect on me. I sometimes don’t realise how it does. (I’m not gonna get into that now. Or ever. Whatever. This is a fucking blog! lol.) But my point is that…. therapy is good because you share a relationship with someone where it is just emotional, just someone you can work through your problems with. It’s not the same with sharing stuff with your parents or friends. One, they aren’t professionally trained to help you. Two, you worry about how they will react or how the things you need to talk about will affect your relationship with them.
I’ve never talked to a therapist or psychologist (whatever the fuck the difference is) before, but sometimes I wish that I could. Just because I wish someone would listen to me and all the attention would be on me. Because I don’t really believe in dragging other people in your social life, into your problems when most likely they won’t know what to say or really give a shit. Who cares if all the problems you have are relationship issues or family issues or have an eating disorder (which some people seem to think is put on and not an actual disorder), it doesn’t mean you deserve help any less. Yes, there are people starving in the world. But as far as I’ve noticed, the world is turning to shit and there’s not much one person can do. I read or heard something about how there are no levels of “bad things”. One bad thing isn’t worse than another bad thing. An issue that is awful to one person may seem like nothing to someone else, but it is different to everyone, because everyone has different lives. Divorce in the family might seem like the end of the world to a person who has had an easy, simple life (like anyone fucking has, but whatever), but may seem easy and like nothing to another person who has gone through tougher stuff. Is this making any sense?
Basically, I think therapy is a good thing. And don’t see the harm. Isn’t it better going to get help than wallowing inside, because you think “people are worse off than you”?
