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Originally Posted by dead_battery
to be totally serious for a moment sometimes at the end of a session i feel really fucking sorry for my psychoanalyst, like, man you just had to sit and listen to that. then i remember that i paid him. but still. i think they call that transference
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You have an actual "psychoanalyst?" Like, a psychiatrist or clinical psychologist who specializes in actual
psychoanalysis, and advertises as such? Or are you just using the term as kind of a catch-all?
Not trying to be a dick, really curious. A lot of mental health clinicians avoid that designation for fear of accusations of pseudo-science, so It's pretty rare that a clinician (a modern-day, American clinician at least) will profess to be a psychoanalyst. But then I find that a bit wackadoo because there are plenty of "life coaches," and spiritual gurus and even LPC's out there who will feed you a much more jilted, fanciful, dangerous blend of bullshit unconscious theory and palmreading, just through a different straw (and without accepting insurance, because, you know, they're frauds).
Anyway, I hear you. I used to really put my therapists through the ringer. I'd challenge them and then decide to work with them and then turn on them again without warning. I'm not a nasty person, but the closest I've ever been to being vindictive was when I was dealing with therapists and counselors. Even when I was just being myself, and trying to work with them, I made everything harder.
Do you think this has something to do with my father feeding me cucumbers when I was little? I mean, that's a pretty transparent way to mind-rape a kid isn't it? Symbolic penis eating. Eureka!
Just kidding. Sorry. I didn neuroscience stuff once. Turned me into a dick.