I recently started going to therapy sessions. It’s something I have told myself for years and years that I needed to do it but always made an excuse not to. The first session was by far the worst. I know that all the questions asked were necessary but I felt they could have been handled better. She asked questions that essentially had me admitting to and reliving most of the bad things that have happened in my life. A few I kept to myself though. It honestly felt like ripping open every scab and tearing off every bandaid on my body all at once. But after all that all I got was “our 50 minutes are up. Shall we set up an appointment for next week?” Imagine going to the doctor and being told to open every wound on your body only to be told to go home after without so much as a little help in sealing up the wounds. God that hurt. Second session was a little easier but I told her how the first one made me feel. After that she seems to keep talking about how she thinks my parents wronged me even though I always viewed them as just doing their best. Probably the most unexpected thing is that she regularly will look up from her notes when she hears something particularly harsh from my past and gives a look of “wtf”. Kinda thought therapists were trained not to do that. I know I should keep going and give her a real chance but still feels weird. Plus the idea of switching therapists sounds stressful not to mention expensive.