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Oct. 25th, 2005 08:05 pmThere's something weird about trying to find a new therapist ... especially since the last one I went to was successful at leaving me feel worse off than when I started.
I almost feel like I should be in a car lot, ready to kick tires or something, instead of looking through listings of therapists, trying to determine which Mystery Date will be the right one. Sure, they look great on-line, but then you meet them in person ... and it can go any possible way.
And it's especially awkward when you think about the fact that you're going to be spilling your guts to this person, just to get things out in the open, for however long it takes.
All I know is that I don't want someone affiliated with my (prior) faith. That was a disaster, to say the least. I don't want my insurance or any other third party involved. No financial threesomes - I'm paying for this on my own, which means that I can hire and fire with my checkbook (Hello Kitty checks and all). I'd want someone that will actually offer evening hours - nothing more awkward than trying to get time off work to go to the shrink.
Most importantly, I want a therapist that I can get along with. That I can be honest with. And when the time comes, s/he can let me go, without making me feel guilty about wanting to leave.
Of course, once I find that person, then I get to find a psychiatrist, to complement the shrink. Oh joy!
I almost feel like I should be in a car lot, ready to kick tires or something, instead of looking through listings of therapists, trying to determine which Mystery Date will be the right one. Sure, they look great on-line, but then you meet them in person ... and it can go any possible way.
And it's especially awkward when you think about the fact that you're going to be spilling your guts to this person, just to get things out in the open, for however long it takes.
All I know is that I don't want someone affiliated with my (prior) faith. That was a disaster, to say the least. I don't want my insurance or any other third party involved. No financial threesomes - I'm paying for this on my own, which means that I can hire and fire with my checkbook (Hello Kitty checks and all). I'd want someone that will actually offer evening hours - nothing more awkward than trying to get time off work to go to the shrink.
Most importantly, I want a therapist that I can get along with. That I can be honest with. And when the time comes, s/he can let me go, without making me feel guilty about wanting to leave.
Of course, once I find that person, then I get to find a psychiatrist, to complement the shrink. Oh joy!
