
Anxieyote
Sobriety over everything else • 31 • Midwest
- Mar 24, 2021
- 444
My workplace offers a free trial to an online mental health service. I decided to take advantage of it because I hadn't been receiving constructive help from my local therapist I had been seeing for about 6 months.
Today I got into an hour-long video session with this therapist (after being on a waitlist for 3 months). Things started off casually, and she asked me questions about my family, and what hobbies I have; innocuous things like that. Then she asked me if I had ever made concrete plans to take my own life. I told her I had, and I owned a substance that I could use to end my life if I needed to. Her eyes got really big when I described some of the suicide methods I'd researched, and how it's comforting to have a substance that I can use for a relatively peaceful death. I could tell as the conversation went on that she was struggling to come up with things to say the more I went into detail about how I was feeling, and how much thought I had put into ending my life.
She stops me at one point, and says, "You know…these sessions are supposed to be for short-term things I can help you with. There is a lot to unpack here. I can try to help you as much as I can, but it sounds like you're struggling a lot."
(I mean…yes? That's why I reached out to a therapist.)
"We can have further sessions if you want, but I don't know how much I can do. Are there any other therapists in your area that you'd feel comfortable talking to?" I told her that I could try to find a different one, and she told me that I could schedule another appointment with her, but that there were "no guarantees" that she could offer the help I needed.
This situation would almost be comically funny to me if I wasn't in desperate need of help. I waited three months for this…If I had known what online therapy was like, I wouldn't have done this at all. The last thing you want to hear from a therapist is "your problems are too big to solve"—at least that's how I interpreted it. I could tell she that she started to disengage the moment I went into detail about suicide and how hopeless and empty my life had become. She was having "fun" at the start of the conversation, and towards the end I could tell she was getting shaken and uncomfortable by the casual way I was discussing my CTB methods.
It's unfortunate that this experience isn't entirely new to me. I have had other therapists before that wanted to get away with the "paid friend" bullshit and talk to someone as they would talk over a cup of coffee at a restaurant. I'm sorry that my problems go deeper than someone who lost their pet guinea pig or something, but it's not therapy unless you go into the deep shit. I don't know why someone like that would even become a therapist if they weren't ready to engage in talks about death and despair.
Today I got into an hour-long video session with this therapist (after being on a waitlist for 3 months). Things started off casually, and she asked me questions about my family, and what hobbies I have; innocuous things like that. Then she asked me if I had ever made concrete plans to take my own life. I told her I had, and I owned a substance that I could use to end my life if I needed to. Her eyes got really big when I described some of the suicide methods I'd researched, and how it's comforting to have a substance that I can use for a relatively peaceful death. I could tell as the conversation went on that she was struggling to come up with things to say the more I went into detail about how I was feeling, and how much thought I had put into ending my life.
She stops me at one point, and says, "You know…these sessions are supposed to be for short-term things I can help you with. There is a lot to unpack here. I can try to help you as much as I can, but it sounds like you're struggling a lot."
(I mean…yes? That's why I reached out to a therapist.)
"We can have further sessions if you want, but I don't know how much I can do. Are there any other therapists in your area that you'd feel comfortable talking to?" I told her that I could try to find a different one, and she told me that I could schedule another appointment with her, but that there were "no guarantees" that she could offer the help I needed.
This situation would almost be comically funny to me if I wasn't in desperate need of help. I waited three months for this…If I had known what online therapy was like, I wouldn't have done this at all. The last thing you want to hear from a therapist is "your problems are too big to solve"—at least that's how I interpreted it. I could tell she that she started to disengage the moment I went into detail about suicide and how hopeless and empty my life had become. She was having "fun" at the start of the conversation, and towards the end I could tell she was getting shaken and uncomfortable by the casual way I was discussing my CTB methods.
It's unfortunate that this experience isn't entirely new to me. I have had other therapists before that wanted to get away with the "paid friend" bullshit and talk to someone as they would talk over a cup of coffee at a restaurant. I'm sorry that my problems go deeper than someone who lost their pet guinea pig or something, but it's not therapy unless you go into the deep shit. I don't know why someone like that would even become a therapist if they weren't ready to engage in talks about death and despair.