There are many different types of therapists but I’m not going to bore you with a description of each type, but there are ones that help workplaces and ones that study the biology behind psychiatry. There are many others. Most therapists we are used to fall under the clinical category. They work with clients and their families.
Most therapists have an office they work at and clients come in. This is probably the common way therapy is used. You go in, sit on a chair or a couch (that looks nothing like the ones you see on television and the comic section in the newspaper).
I have written a post entitled “The Truth About Therapy” which you can read here : https://notmydisabilities.com/2016/04/22/the-truth-about-therapy/
There sometimes is a path to finding the therapist you connect with. Luckily, I had a short path. My first therapist was a one time session, before I got hospitalized. After the hospital, they told me I was told that I was going to have in-home therapy. This was much more intense, than a one time every two weeks situation.
In-home therapy started with one individual therapist who I’ll call A and a family therapist who I’ll call N. A came to our house and we always did something fun and therapeutic. I thought that she was awesome. I looked forward to her visits a couple of times a week. She took me to the SPCA and we volunteered together. She was such a nice person. Unfortunately, she had to move her job somewhere us. That left me with N who took over as family and individual therapy.
I’ll admit., at first I ABSOLUTELY hated N. I thought she was too strict, mean, and boring. I tuned out of most of the sessions. I dreaded our first individual session. And every family session was awful. I still hate family therapy today. Then things changed
She ended up being the therapist I still see today.
N would pick me up every few days from the private college-prep school I had moved to in hopes of fewer people plus my friend went there. I was still meeting with N in-home and in the community, We would often go downtown to get something to drink, or help out at the horse barn. She even continued where A left off at the SPCA. I started seeing N as an amazing therapist and a leader in my change for the better
After a while, I stopped seeing a therapist at all. My last session was at a tea restaurant. I thought I was stable enough to go without one. Then in ninth grade, I signed up for mostly honor’s classes, thinking I could do it. I couldn’t. I freaked out one day and was forced to leave the school due to mental health issues. The school said my parents had to disenroll me or they would kick me out. My parent disenrolled me. I had already been told to go to therapy for a few days before they would accept me back. I honestly believe that the school didn’t want to ruin their reputation by allowing students with a visible mental illness. They said I was a danger to myself and others. Maybe myself, but others? Really? Just because I was mentally ill, I must be a crazy kid looking for someone to harm. You know who I would always pick? Myself. I was obviously not stable enough without a therapist.
I started going to see a new therapist. I don’t even remember their name.just their stupid ideas. The first time I went, I left with a list of songs drawn on a paper CD. The second time I went, I left with a trip to the Emergency Room. Ever since then, she seems to have disappeared from Earth. Her website is not available, and she never checked up on me while I was in or released from the hospital. She was not the therapist for me (or apparently anyone).
I then went back to N. for individual therapy at her office. I believe this was before they moved to the bigger, nicer office. It was great seeing a familiar face to talk to. I started trusting her more, which is a big deal for me.
I don’t remember how many times we have agreed that I was ready to end sessions. All I know is that every time that happened. I would have a breakdown.Some people might say that I am dependant on N. I would say you are halfway right, Yes, I do need her, because she is a source of stability on my life. Someday I might be stable enough to stop therapy. I’m hoping I don’t need another five years on top of what I’ve had. I’m working on helping myself. Once that happens, I’ll go enjoy those five years and every one past that.
How Soon Is Now- The Smiths