I had the first meeting with New Therapist 2.0 this morning. Her office is just one street over from my apartment, which is really convenient. Walking over there, though, I was incredibly anxious, and my heart was racing so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. Her office is in a building with a bunch of other offices; the door from the hallway was closed, and I couldn’t tell if it had a waiting room or not. I didn’t want to walk into someone else’s therapy session or something! But there was no one else standing in the hall waiting, so I went in, and luckily there was a waiting room.
She seems good. She’s been in practice for thirty-something years, which is good–I know new therapists have to learn somewhere, but I don’t want them learning on me. Her primary focus is trauma, and she has experience working with dissociation. The basis of her work is psychodynamic/relational therapy, but she also incorporates somatic experiencing, EMDR, and elements of DBT. (She didn’t mind when I rolled my eyes and went on a mini-rant about DBT, so that won her some points.)
We talked mostly about the broad brush strokes of my current situation. She really seemed to understand what a perspective shift it’s been to suddenly not be depressed and that how I adjust to that will probably be a big part of my therapy. She asked some smart, perceptive questions about how I feel about Windhorse and some of the other programs I’ve been to. And she didn’t ask any questions about the trauma stuff, which I thought was cool for a first session.
She’s away next week, but I made another appointment for two weeks from now. I’m very hopeful about working with her; she seems to know her stuff, and that’s what I need.
This afternoon, I had an appointment with my nurse, and we somehow got on the subject of my issues with Housemate. Actually, Nurse was the one who brought it up–she said something about Housemate being too pushy yesterday about asking my grandfather to pay for classes. I agreed, and from there we ended up having a whole conversation about Housemate’s whole attitude of “I know how you should run your entire life better than you do,” and we even discussed the possibility of not having a housemate. I don’t really need one; I prefer to live alone, and I was living on my own for a year prior to coming to Windhorse. I hadn’t really thought about not having a housemate, but the idea appeals to me. I’d probably move to a smaller apartment, since this one has 3 bedrooms. That part would kinda suck because moving is stressful, and this is just a GREAT location–5 minute walk to downtown, 15 minute walk to Windhorse, 10 minutes to kung fu, 20 minutes to the grocery store. If I do end up firing Housemate, I hope I can find a place in an equally good location. Anyway, Nurse said she’d bring up the subject with Team Leader so I wouldn’t feel like I was tattling to the teacher or something.
So things could get really interesting soon.