Guilt-tripping, Annoying, and Rude, Oh My!
I had just been transferred over to a therapist at a facility because my initial therapist, let’s call her Molly, thought I needed more help than she could give. She asked if J was comfortable having a guy, and I wasn’t sure, but J agreed anyway. That should have been the least of my worries.
This dude- let’s him Matt- seemed nice enough at first. A tad annoying, but nice.
That is, until I found out that he had told my mom everything over the phone.
I was still willing to give him a chance. We definitely didn’t click, but it was fine- ish. But the following conversation pissed me off:
Matt (knowing I struggle with thoughts of suicide): You need to get some hobbies
Me: Well, I don’t really have time.
Matt: But school, French horn, all this won’t mean anything if you’re dead.
Then he smiled all joking-like.
I just laughed it off, but other warning signs kept popping up. Over explaining things like I was stupid. Talking more than me. Typing down every word I said at the rate of a tortoise. Starting a check-in phone call with “I thought you were supposed to be at a sleepover” as soon as my dad handed me the phone.
Finally, my mom came in the room one session, and I explained that I would like to switch therapists because our “personalities weren’t clicking”. He acted all hurt, saying “I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me sooner” and “I could have changed!” and “but I thought this was working out” and other things which made me feel horribly guilty. I’m glad that my mom was in the room with me.
I was worried about the next week with him, as the transfer would take some time to process. I had good reason to be. He began acting distant and passive-aggressive, starting off the session with “hi. We can end early today if u want”. And saying stupid things like “I hope your new therapist has a cooler office than me”.
I’m stuck with him for at least the next month. Pray for me until then, that I don’t punch him in the face.