Psychologists dating patients
In my case, my extreme sensitivity can make me feel fabulous about the aspects of myself that I somehow know are good (my artistic tastes) and cause deep hatred of those traits I happen to loathe (the thirty pounds I could stand to lose). We speak about relationships I’ve formed with friends and lovers, and how my family may have informed those interactions.One constant is that I put crudely high expectations on others, mirroring those thrown upon me as a kid.I’ve barely looked into my therapist’s blue eyes at all, and yet I think the hour has gone very well. On the surface, when the patient has been highly selective of the discussion topics, therapy always resembles a friendly get-together.
Then, a week later, Lori mentions it, and I become tense again.
We all throw verbal darts around as though we’re engaged in a massive, drunken tournament at a bar, but the most poisonous ones seem to hit me the most often, admittedly somewhat a consequence of my own sensitivity.
I’ve been told it was historically all part of an effort to toughen me up, but instead I was filled with towering doubts about my own worth.
“I don’t think I should let you go until we’ve at least touched on what was put out there at the end of last week’s session.” I so supremely wanted this not to come up.
My eyelids tighten, my mouth puckers to the left, and my head tilts, as though I’m asking her to clarify.