{"id":2172,"date":"2010-09-23T14:26:06","date_gmt":"2010-09-23T21:26:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2172"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:32:42","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:32:42","slug":"head-shrunk-thursday-september-23rd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/head-shrunk-thursday-september-23rd\/","title":{"rendered":"Head Shrunk &#8211; Thursday September 23rd"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Regarding Tuesday&#8217;s post: I haven&#8217;t sent anything out yet.  I&#8217;m scared without knowing exactly what I&#8217;m scared of.  I&#8217;ll keep trying today and I hope I&#8217;ll just send what I&#8217;ve got and not agonize over it.  I don&#8217;t want to intellectualize my way out of taking a step forward. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I went to a new shrink today.  I thought I could handle things on my own, but things have been getting a little wild lately.  So I bit the bullet and made an appointment.  The new doc is a woman and was recommended by a friend who reliably &#8220;gets it&#8221;.   <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I was really anxious about the appointment.  One minute I wanted to call and move it up, the next minute I wanted to cancel it and forget the whole thing.  Somehow I made it to her office and then next thing I knew I was sitting on a different couch, facing a different doctor, clutching a box of Kleenex in my lap.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>We started going through my history, but I cut it off after about ten minutes and dropped the dead baby bomb.  Things sped up after that.  I cried almost the entire time, and the doc cried a little too.  I never expected to feel so validated and courageous and&#8230;ok.  Talking with her, watching her reactions, it just made me remember that I do have perspective and I am going to get through this. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I was surprised by how much I cried.  I&#8217;m so used to being able to get through the story without breaking down now.  I told her parts of the story that I had forgotten, and parts that I wish I could forget.  I told her that as much as I want to act out, I can&#8217;t, I&#8217;m too open.  I know I can&#8217;t keep secrets from my friends and family, and I know I&#8217;d be too embarrassed to tell anyone if I really acted badly- so it&#8217;s like a built in safety device.  A really god damn frustrating build in safety device.  Her reaction to that was really satisfying too.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Starting a new relationship with a therapist is intimidating.  you don&#8217;t want to have to spend time defending yourself and explaining yourself.  I shouldn&#8217;t say &#8220;you&#8221; because I mean &#8220;I&#8221;.  I want someone who trusts my level of self-awareness and gives me hope and challenges me to keep moving.  And I think I found just the doc to do that. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>For the first time this week I feel a little calmer.  My eyes burn from crying for 60 minutes, but my heart is calm again.  I&#8217;m going to see her again next week.  We&#8217;ll just take it one week at a time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Regarding Tuesday&#8217;s post: I haven&#8217;t sent anything out yet. I&#8217;m scared without knowing exactly what I&#8217;m scared of. I&#8217;ll keep trying today and I hope I&#8217;ll just send what I&#8217;ve got and not agonize over it. I don&#8217;t want to intellectualize my way out of taking a step forward. &nbsp; I went to a new &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/head-shrunk-thursday-september-23rd\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Head Shrunk &#8211; Thursday September 23rd&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2172","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2172","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2172"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2172\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3488,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2172\/revisions\/3488"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2172"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2172"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2172"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}