No, but seriously, I shunned the cleaning tips my parents offered, thinking I was so progressive with my Bon Ami. But there was one person who got me to reconsider my neglect of baking soda.
Rake things. They probably have those rake things from Frankenstein too.
@Miss Maszkerádi Late as usual, but: It's actually really great that you realized there's a problem so early!
I was going to say something about that very thing on here back when you said you were starting therapy. But I didn't want to spook you and it felt kind of presumptuous because I'd never heard anyone else mention it as a problem... and now here we are!
For me it took a couple years of feeling unsatisfied with my progress, and then a couple more to realize that of course my parents weren't going to change and a couple more after that I realized "Hey, wait a minute! We never even talked about some pretty important problems!" because I never recognized them as problems at the time. That's one of the weird things about therapy in general - why is it based on my impressions when I'm such an unreliable narrator?
And even then, knowing is not even close to half the battle for the things that make it tough for me every day as an adult. They might have their origins in childhood, but they've had all sorts of compensation and rationalization and avoidance layered on them over the years. Yet still, in the end, it felt like the expectation in all the therapy I've had was to both identify and solve the problem by myself - like I'm a $0 bid on a subcontract from my therapist to fix my original shoddy work (or my parents' work, and this metaphor is really out of hand).
I would go into my next round of therapy with my goals pretty clear (like written out on a card I look at before each session (but not inflexible goals (so maybe just in pencil))). That is, once I can afford it. (I'll save my rant about insurance and the popularity of the rigid and scheduled cognitive-behavioral therapy for some other time (it's a complete coincidence that I mention those two things together)).
And yes, the mental health field has it's share of jerks and doodyheads.
...aaand, hmm, I was going to ask you somewhere if you consider yourself an overthinker, because my experience tells me that needs its own therapeutic approach. (Me? An overthinker? (Yes. (You don't say!)))
In conclusion... no, I'm done (even parenthetically).
You are all wrong. The correct form is "didn't no how done."
I have a Sears poncho
@Ee Gads Yeah, half of them would have the word "Screenshot" and then a string of numbers.
K, done now. More action than I thought. I guess you could call me "PacoBell's Cannon," know what I'm sayin'?!
I would comment, but I have to go to the bathroom real bad all of a sudden