Therapy Across the Universe

I’ve been feeling a bit dejected lately, so thought I’d get some therapy; there is something anti-dejecting, even comforting, about the all-compassionate attitude of many therapists. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.

I am fortunate enough to get therapy through work – the price is right, but it isn’t always the best therapy. Sometimes you get someone you can talk to a bit, but who is a bit too sheltered to deal with you – they spend a lot of time shocked at the things you say, and you spend a lot of time wondering how they managed to get this far in their lives and you can still shock them with some of the things that happen in your day to day life. Sometimes it’s like moon mouse and martian mouse. This time I got lucky, this time it’s martian and martian.

That said, Susan the therapist did not agree with my Asperger’s syndrome self-diagnosis. She doesn’t think it’s possible to self-diagnose Asperger’s syndrome.

At the start of the session, I didn’t think I’d be able to work with her, because she was a bit brusque and directive, and her clipped attitude didn’t set me at ease. But I thought I’d make the best of it and started with something fairly trivial (the scented woman on the bus who sits beside me even though I’ve explained my scent allergies to her), and she did okay with that one, telling me that it is okay feel frustrated when having to deal with people such as these who are being jerks (my terminology). So we went on to the topic of Susana, the former work bruja.

Susana, the former work bruja, has not proven herself to be good at maintaining relationships. Not only has she snubbed me (see Printmaking x Two and Dissed for a Dog), but she has also not returned the calls and e-mails of some of the others who worked with us and were close to her. I am not alone in being rejected by her. Anyway, Susan did well with this one too, telling me that it had nothing to do with me, and was all to do with her (Susana, the former work bruja). So then we started to dip our toes into the infinite ocean of my insane family.

We didn’t have a lot of time, so didn’t go far into my family matters, but I think I’m going to be able to do it. Well, maybe a little, maybe clear some of the easier stuff out of the way so I can see the difficult stuff better.

I think I may be able to do it now.

Maybe I should go back to group.

After therapy I went to see "Across the Universe", an interesting musical based on Beatles’ music. I may have been fragile from having just come from therapy, but I cried. I cried quite a lot considering that this is not a tear jerker.

Then I took myself out for veg & seafood soup and a bowl of rice at the Vietnamese bistro on Hastings & Dunlevy. I go there from time to time, and I like it. The fact that I don’t have to cross any streets or alleys to get there just adds to its perfection for me. Good food that isn’t across the universe, not even across the street.

~ by thiscassandra on Wednesday 7 November 2007.

One Response to “Therapy Across the Universe”

  1. I cried too. When the film began I went through an initial sense of mistrust. The first fews scenes did not grab me and I wondered whether it was not a mistake to have come.
    Then it hit me, and I let the tears out as they came, confident that everyone was so overwhelmed by the film themselves, that no one would point at me and snicker “look – she’s got tears on her face” and I let the tears out until the tears dried and I found myself laughing aloud and then later cried again, and it was amazing how the film carried me the rest of the way, through turf both imaginary and real, echoes of my past and images from my dreams. Very cool film, very well done, eh?

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