Otay. So today I decided to talk to my mother, let her in a little on my life, (shock horror). I told her how I am still struggling with this over-thinking thing and probably needed more specialized assistance as counsellors over the years just really have not worked for me. I do not need someone to just sit there and mindlessly listen to my life-problems, nor do I need someone who just sits there and says "Oh that's awful" or cries... (seriously? You're a counsellor! The, like, number one rule of counselling is not to get emotionally attached to your patients, because then you can't help them!) Hmm... -_-#
Anywho... So even though I am far more stable than I was when I suffered Clinical Depression some years ago and am rather the confident, awesome wee lass I am now, I accept no one is perfect and that years of emotional trauma do not just magically undo themselves and SO there is absolutely no shame in asking for/seeking help. Once I am back from NZ Singing School in Napier in a couple weeks I shall look into finding a proper psychologist who specializes in sexual abuse. I'm not quite sure if I should be so open about this with friends however, because although having a psychologist in America is a very common and relatively normal thing, here in NZ many look down on it...the whole 'she'll be right' attitude which would normally prevent these kind of kiwis from seeking help. I really do not understand humans...
Well. Sayonara minna-san.
Peace be with all. <3
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