Goal 1 achieved
Well, as many of you have suggested, oh so subtly
, I had my first appt with a Psychiatrist today. I had scheduled one before I even came here, but it didn't happen through no fault of mine. I just turned around made damn sure I got another one.
I was ready to talk. Or so I thought. It took me almost five minutes to get out why I was there. But I did it. And for the next forty-five minutes, every sordid, ugly detail I had hidden was brought up. I cried a little (thank God I didn't blubber!) and hurt a lot, but I did it. I even told him up front I didn't trust him.
There are no more secrets. It was harder than telling you guys to tell him face to face. But when I was done, he simply said "I believe you, Marc". That was it. I totally lost it. I know you guys have said it too, but to look at a live human being and actually hearing those words was something I was never sure I would hear. Finally, SOMEBODY said I believe you. To my face. That's all he said. Until I could get myself together.
He told me he wanted me on some meds, but he also said they were a band-aid, not a cure. That was the other thing I was afraid of. That they would pat me on the head say take these and all will be well. I don't like the idea of meds, but I'm going to follow his instructions.
Now I realize that I have to have a therapist too (didn't know they are not always the same). He insisted on it. Like I was going to object! So I am making that appointment on Monday.
I know I put a lot of crap out here over the last week. But I had no choice. It was a rope for me to hang on to until I could actually start the work itself. So I used you for that. And I am grateful you carried me through.
So now I have taken the first tangible step. And I got my first lollipop.
Peace,
Marc

I was ready to talk. Or so I thought. It took me almost five minutes to get out why I was there. But I did it. And for the next forty-five minutes, every sordid, ugly detail I had hidden was brought up. I cried a little (thank God I didn't blubber!) and hurt a lot, but I did it. I even told him up front I didn't trust him.
There are no more secrets. It was harder than telling you guys to tell him face to face. But when I was done, he simply said "I believe you, Marc". That was it. I totally lost it. I know you guys have said it too, but to look at a live human being and actually hearing those words was something I was never sure I would hear. Finally, SOMEBODY said I believe you. To my face. That's all he said. Until I could get myself together.
He told me he wanted me on some meds, but he also said they were a band-aid, not a cure. That was the other thing I was afraid of. That they would pat me on the head say take these and all will be well. I don't like the idea of meds, but I'm going to follow his instructions.
Now I realize that I have to have a therapist too (didn't know they are not always the same). He insisted on it. Like I was going to object! So I am making that appointment on Monday.
I know I put a lot of crap out here over the last week. But I had no choice. It was a rope for me to hang on to until I could actually start the work itself. So I used you for that. And I am grateful you carried me through.
So now I have taken the first tangible step. And I got my first lollipop.
Peace,
Marc