One can only presume it works for some people,
otherwise they wouldn't do it. Mine did say it was "a long, slow process," but the way she was going on, it would have taken forever, and I didn't really have forever. Ultimately I came to the conclusion that she wasn't going to be able to fix me and that I'd have to go and do it myself.

It was weird, though. She wouldn't say anything. I'd go in there every week, and she'd just sit there looking at me, and I kept asking her "what do you expect me to say?" and "what am I supposed to say?" and she'd just come back with things like "are you expected to say something?" and "are you supposed to say something?" She was worse than that bloody Eliza program. I tried to start normal conversations, and she'd just go "this is not a normal social interaction." So I was completely at a loss, week after week of half-hour sessions of near silence. It occurs to me perhaps that most people, once the meds have taken away the anxiety, naturally tend to talk about themselves. I don't know, but I know I don't. Some people accuse me of "bottling up", but it's not that, it just rarely occurs to me to say anything.
( Moon Girl Technologies horrendous beanbag, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 15:20, archived)

I just used to lie to them, saying what I thought they'd want to hear
I know that entirely defeats the purpose but I don't like 'opening up'. I'd rather keep it inside where it can't bother anyone.

The woman had me handling stones going 'which one do you most identify with?' Utter nonsense it was.
( Theoban What of it, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 15:25, archived)

haha
that's like some kind of crazy new-age weirdness. My dad does this thing called the Luscher Colour Test, that's quite fun.
( Moon Girl Technologies horrendous beanbag, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 15:27, archived)