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My new CBT friend called this morning for the first time. Not to ask me how I was, to sympathise, empathise, make me feel better – but to ask me in ten different ways how likely I was to harm myself or my children. She tapped away on her computer while asking me her list of questions (tap tap tap), adding up scores for anxiety, low mood, phobias (tap tap tap). I could sense the judgement, the concern for my children.. “I will talk to my supervisor” (we have a face-to-face appointment in three weeks time, I guess she wasn’t all that concerned then). This is modern therapy, tap tap tap. I want to help myself but to do that I need to put myself on trial. I guess I am a modern woman – the call went exactly how I expected.
tap tap tap