Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Couch Doctor

I stumbled into therapy -- for the first time in my life -- in less than two weeks after Maddy died. I didn't really know why other than, "Isn't this what people do?"

Sure, after some sessions I felt like I had been dropped off a building. Some days I felt like I needed therapy after my therapy to help me sift through everything I had unpacked. Eventually, slowly, I could see how it was useful and how it helped. Like anything else in this experience, I think I just got lucky.

I'm interviewing a grief therapist today at GITW. Come read along and give your shrink experience, won't you?

3 comments:

Mommy (You can call me OM) said...

I'll have to take a look at that. I haven't 'made the call' yet, but I hope to make an appointment soon.

Peace.

A. Nishidera said...

Just make sure you have a good one that suits you, your needs and personality. I've been through quite a few shrinks in the last 20 years!... and now I've added a marriage counsellor and a grief support group. Many days I wonder if it's all worth it.

samill said...

My first experience with this - counselling when my dad had cancer - was really useful. The psychotherapy I had after I lost the baby though was only useful to a point. After that I found if kind of intrusive and brutal.