OOOOOhhhh, I feel like writing! LOTS!
My first realization that I needed a therapist was sometime before I was 12 (we moved from the town I was in then).
My mom had just finished banging my head (using my ears as handles) against the wall outside my bedroom, I was hyperventilating and as I stood there struggling to breath she asked me, "Do I need to take you to a psychologist?"... single parenting at it's finest!
I never went to one while at home, though.
My first face-to-face encounter with someone I thought was very experienced in psychology was with my high school psychology class teacher.
It was a fun class as far as I can remember, but he let me take some out-dated psych test just for fun once.
I was to divide a piece of paper into 9 or 12 squares and follow instructions to draw things in each square.
One was to draw a person... I drew a face... there was something significant about it, but I don't recall what.
Another was to draw a tree.. I drew one with a huge knot in the trunk... I seem to recall that being interpreted as something to do with vaginas or my mother
On his evaluation, he checked something about homosexual(put a question mark beside it I think... I still have it but the paper is put away somewhere, or else I'd get it now).
Seeing as how I had struggled with my gender identity and sexuality my entire life, this did not help me at all.
I obsessed over this piece of paper for many years after.
The first REAL psychologist/psychiatrist I met was for my discharge from the army.
He had me do the MMPI, we talked about my dad rejecting me, and I cried a bit.
I have no idea what his report said about me, but I did finally get my HONORABLE Discharge from the U.S.Army.
The next person I saw was in Austin, Texas. I was feeling really down and confused about myself... wait... how is that any different from the other years?
... and somehow I found this lady. The first time I saw her and handed out my life story, she grabbed her 'script pad and offered me a prescription for Lithium... as I recall.
I declined (I was too scared to take any drugs), left and never returned.
That was in the early 80's.
It wasn't until the 90's that I really had some fun. I moved with my soon-to-be-wife to Oklahoma and went to see a guy who did hypnotherapy. I'd drop my head, sit upright in the chair, and listen while he talked to me in monotone voice (no... he wasn't an Aspy!
). He'd ask me to raise one hand if ... blah, blah, blah...
I saw him maybe two times? Then I never went back.
We moved to Alaska shortly after that.
As I struggled through classes at UAF, and dealt with my life-long issues, I finally decided to seek help.
I started seeing a therapist at school.
She was young, kind, intelligent, beautiful... AND I LOVED HER!
And so began many years of sexual fantasies about my therapists!
I really enjoyed going to see her and talking with her. It's not just that I was in love...er... lust...
... but I was really trying to make myself get better. My marriage was feeling pretty rocky then, I couldn't make it through a whole semester without dropping several classes and/or failing a few more.
It was during this time I went to see the Psych at Ft. Wainwright for my first ADD/HD eval. (I did not harbor any fantasies about the old guy I was primarily seeing for that... but... his Lt. assistant!
... pretty cute! And she did all the testing!
)
After we left Alaska for California, I still had no positive outcome for all the years of schooling at UAF, I still had not resolved any personal issues, and we basically forgot about my ADD/HD.
CALIFORNIA! The land of fruits & nuts!
... oh how I belonged here!
Let's see... moved here in '96, started seeing someone probably shortly after that.
I think the first one I saw was a British ex-pat who did some funny sort of physical-motion based therapy.
Sometimes I'd sit on the floor and talk with him, other times I'd lie on the floor and bounce up-and-down while making noises.
His name was Peter but I always seemed to call him by some other name. He thought my hang-ups regarding sex and gender as well as my fantasizing about him (which I revealed and he politely and wisely turned away) probably kept me from using the name Peter (which in the U.S. substitutes or Penis). Who knows?
I eventually dropped him after several months (or more?).
Sometime after that I met Cathy. I have been with her for maybe three years or so now.
I think I actually got my second ADD/HD diagnosis before I started seeing her... but I'm not sure.
I like her, although sometimes I think she's too easy on me. Perhaps she should just make me take off all my clothes, lie on the floor and let her have her way with me... OOOPS... sorry... yeah I think she's pretty too!
But I don't really fantasize about her the way I have others
So with her, and the lady who gave me ADD
, I have also seen:
-Barbara for marriage counseling (several sessions to include my gender-issues revelation to my wife
. Stopped after several couples and single sessions)
-Jessica for family counseling (a couple of times, pretty much about child issues in regards to the divorce)
-Melinda for gender/sexuality issues, and she helped us start the local transgender group. Haven't been seeing her for a year and a half or so.
-Irv who prescribed my meds for ADD/HD
-LouAnn who is the woman I currently see about my gender/sexuality stuff and for the first time I feel like I am making progress! HURRAY!
I also saw a gal who calls herself a Professional Sensualist. Same thing as a Sexual Surrogate in other areas of the country.
I really feel cheated that I never got to experience scream-therapy since I did it on my own for so much of my life!LOL
Well, there's the whole sorted affair of wsmac's mental history! More than you ever wanted to know! I just couldn't help myself! ![Very Happy :D](./images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif)
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