For the past two months or so, I’ve been doing relatively focused PTSD therapy revolving around the events of which I’ve written and continue to elaborate on in this blog. The content of that therapy has moved around a bit, but mostly it has focused on imaginal exposures and in vivo exposures of the events of two years ago.
Not going to lie, it has been awful. To clarify, I mean it has been painful, uncomfortable work that has made me a disgruntled jerk to my wife and made me feel unfocused at work (although I already was unfocused because of my PTSD symptoms). However on the bright side, I’m actually doing the work, and I think it is paying off.
I’m writing to say all this because I believe it has been worth it, and I believe that good therapy is worth the aggravation, as I have believed since the first time I received good therapy in my early twenties.
Bad therapy and bad therapists, on the other hand, are the worst. They are what delayed my early diagnosis and recovery of and from OCD, and they are essentially the reason I have PTSD. I have a pretty obvious chip on my shoulder about this issue, but it is something I’m willing to own, and I sincerely hope that one day I will see that change.
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