My Life

13/10/18

So on Monday I had a therapy session. I wore a flannel and shorts, my flannel sleeves were a little folded up, but not too much. My therapist thought that I cut, I mean I did, but not for months. I told him the truth, I told him that I knew it was going to be a little chilly in there, do I wore a long sleeved top. He asked if I wanted to talk about self harm. I said no. He asked a little later after us sitting in silence if he could ask a few questions, I said fine in a very annoyed tone. I don't trust him much after he pushed me to talk about such a sensitive topic, it isn't okay to make a person talk about something that they don't want to talk about. I cried because Ashley came up cause she used to cut, so he told me to talk about that. Like, my relationship with Ashley is private, you don't need to know shit about that. I didn't like that session what so ever. I honestly have been debating about getting a different therapist. He shouldn't do something to make me feel uncomfortable with him, to make me lose trust in him. I will talk with my doctor sometime and see if there is another therapist who speaks English when I see her again.