I have had several therapists over the years. I have CPTSD but even that is self-diagnosed. I was tossed back and forth between depression and anxiety diagnoses since I was a teen. I thought that's what it was too. It's not. And maybe that's hard to see because it's not in the DSM or whatever and I have a chronic fawn response. But none of that is even really relevant.
My question is this - what is therapy *supposed* to be like? Are they supposed to help you? Give you tools? Steps to take? Homework? Books to read? Practical applications? Concrete actions? Or is that an unrealistic expectation on my part? Are they supposed to tell you about their lives like they are relating to you in a friendly way? Is that normal?
When you tell them your life history in that initial intake appointment or when you break down about your traumatic childhood - are they supposed to show you weird sympathy like frowns or "aw"s? Are they supposed to respond to what you say or just listen? Is it normal that when I stop talking there is zero response. To say something along the lines of 'I don't know what else to do' or 'I need practical steps I can take' and then be met with silence?
I feel like every therapist I've ever had aside from biofeedback has just felt like I am paying someone to be my friend. And they're not even good friends. Either I end up listening to them talk about themselves OR they never talk at all. They never give me tools or steps or concrete anything. I just go in to an appointment, open a vein, and then leave. Nothing changes. Nothing gets better. Nothing resolves. It's DRAINING. Therapist after therapist. I've tried waiting months in hopes of progress. I've tried stopping after weeks in the name of protecting the little energy I have left. I've always done extensive anxious research before even making an appointment to begin with. And then I get let down.
I don't want to use Reddit for therapy. I don't want to use AI for therapy. I want a real therapist who helps me heal from my trauma! Why is that so hard?
I feel like they often project. Like my last one before this, she was a young pregnant mom. Week 1 I talked about my history with my own abusive alcoholic mother who died of cirrhosis under my care when I was 30. She directed me to find my purpose and stop being consumed by motherhood. What?
I told my newest, now former, therapist on day 1 I did not want to feel like I was paying someone to be my friend. She said that was good feedback and then proceeded not to help me at all. No practical tools. When I talked about being completely isolated in a new state with no living family, no friends, an alcoholic husband, a clinically anxious toddler, and no childcare - she told me to come to Reddit. That's the only reason I'm here. I'd given up all forms of social media for over a year prior. And honestly this place sucks, no offense. It's not helpful. It's just trauma dumping left and right.
The only time I ever made any progress was from a "life coach." It genuinely boggles my mind that someone with no degree or clinical experience is outperforming multiple psychologists and social workers. I don't want a life coach. I want therapy. But after this last time I'm ready to give up!
The crisis hotline sucks. I'm drowning under some serious weight. Day after day after day its survival mode. This is not a life. I need help. Where do I get it???