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Wednesday, November 02, 2005
getting my head shrunk?

I decided this semester that seeing a therapist again wouldn't be a bad idea. It took me a while to get a recommendation for a new one. I finally found someone and met her for the first time last week. She is nice enough and I think I like her although I am unsure that I actually need to see an actual shrink instead of just a therapist. She passed my first screening test of not recommending medication in our first meeting. My last therapist was like talking to a good friend. This woman seems very nice but is considerably older than me- more like talking to a grandmother. She also knows (as she told me) many faculty members in my department. Interesting. And I can't get over that she is a psychiatrist, my last therapist was just a counselor. I just think it is funny and interesting that she seemed typically like I would expect a psychiatrist to be like- Freudian. She thought my immobilizing high standards for myself must come from my school-teacher mom. I told her no- while my mom may have helped with some science fair projects, I don't think it comes from her (or my dad) at all. So she gave me the task of thinking about powerful (mother-like) women in my life for our next session. There's some food for thought. I'm not totally sold on her yet- but I don't dislike her either. She was nice, and I guess I am willing to give her a shot.

posted by knit wit | 11/02/2005 06:18:00 PM

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