So… I feel a little self-conscious talking about what I’m going to share today… but I write for me – not for anyone who may read it… So, I guess I will go ahead and write about what happened today.
It’s weird… I’m surprised, a tad bit shocked, maybe a bit confused. I had therapy today – we went an hour over again… she said she feels guilty charging me and that I don’t need her. She wants to change to touching base once a month or even once a quarter… and mostly only because she wants to nag me to write and hear about my adventures. How weird is that?
She said that I am the most “well-adjusted, capable, healthy, strong and resilient person she has ever met”. She wants me to write – share my life with others. An autobiography. She thinks it will inspire other people. She says the way I handle things is “appropriate and healthy” and “if nothing is broken, nothing needs to be fixed”. Nothing from my past is interfering with my daily life. If something does trigger me, I deal with it in a healthy way. She wishes I would write a book that would teach people resilience and inner strength also. The way I compartmentalize is also appropriate and I have in an “astounding number of tools my toolbox for coping, surviving, and thriving”. She has searched and searched for ways to be of use to me and she can’t really find any. There is no need to dig up traumas from the past just to do it when I am so highly functioning and healthy.
Everyone I know in therapy has been there for years… or decades. I feel like I enrolled in an honors class, was given the final – passed – and have been dismissed. I’m a little shocked… She would like to be a “beta” reader as I write. I guess it’s my final homework assignment… She says my life is fascinating and she finds me very interesting and can’t wait to read it.
I have never heard of someone’s therapy experience going this way.