It's been some time that I have been in contact with a new therapist. We have e-mailed, talked on the phone, but I finally decided I needed to come in for regular appointments.
We went over all the paperwork, family history, childhood, etc. What was different about this appointment from other therapist I've seen was I told her what I wanted out of this. I want to learn how to heal, I want to learn how to see triggers coming and how to not completely break down and isolate myself. I needed tools for at least the next 10 years of my life....(then I'll be 40 and hoping my close friends aren't still announcing pregnancy after pregnancy). She also gave me a homework assignment.
We talked about how I still have the picture in my head of what I wanted as a young child. She wants me to write a story from the first time I could remember about wanting to have children.
I'll share the beginning with you since it is easy for me to remember.
I was in kindergarten and our teacher asked us to do a project for back to school night. It would hang above our desk and parents could see them all. We were to write what we want to be when we grow up, what we will be doing and where we want to be living. Such a fun silly thing for a bunch of 5/6 year olds.
I still have mine.
It reads " I want to be a Mom, and raising my 8 kids in Irvine, CA"
I don't remember this but my mom said it was a bit of a war with my teacher because she first told me I couldn't JUST be a mom...that I should write down a career I wanted to be as a mom.
Having a stay at home mom all growing up, I was upset about this! In the end I got to put what I wanted and that was to JUST be a mom.
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