I see that it’s been a long time between posts for a while now. I think this thing with my old therapist has shut down some things in me and is leaving me quieter.
Sucks.
Not that it would really be a problem to be quieter necessarily, if it were just that, but it’s a sort of squashed quieter. It’s a look-what-happens-when-I-open-up kind of quieter. I’ll probably do it again eventually, I can’t ever seem to help it. But this awfulness with the old therapist isn’t going away. She doesn’t care I guess. She certainly doesn’t seem interested in apologizing which i guess isn’t something people do all that often at least it seems so to me, but also she doesn’t seem to wonder how I am or anything. I don’t understand what changed. I hope some time she will talk to me–it feels like i need that to release me. I don’t want to be bound like this forever, I am already bound in enough ways.
My new therapist has said a few times things about my sharing a lot that day, and I wonder if that means it’s something not quite right. That is what I generally wonder about everything, to some degree. I also think it’s a little of a the desperation of the person with attachment problems. I don’t know.
I’ve had a stressful day with my job feeling like one big bunch of scrunity and criticism. Tenure-track. The rack. Publish or perish.
It’ll be over in a year or less really, one way or the other.
But I also did just have an amazing time at a conference. I’m finding ways to pull the drive and interest I have in the relational/mind things I write about here a little into the work I’m doing, which is cool. And I got some good responses. More importantly, I was more able to meet and connect with people. I still went off on my own plenty, I just seem to need that a certain amount. But I did more of the other too, and I felt more like I belonged, or at least less like I didn’t. Then I came back to daily work here I work and didn’t feel quite so much that way. What does that mean? I know part of it is just the ickiness of where I am in the process, and how hideous I find being in a scrutinized situation, but is it just that?
Don’t know.