tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post969941776868348145..comments2023-10-25T07:20:23.858-07:00Comments on Vicarious Therapy: Am I the Only One?Aquahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16230285017033299419noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-45550477066490537352009-02-11T15:43:00.000-08:002009-02-11T15:43:00.000-08:00Hm. I get what you're saying & totally re...Hm. I get what you're saying & totally recognize myself in it as well, except i think i've "crossed over" to Not Needing The Definite Diagnosis/Definition as much as I used to. I have a couple of opinions & i hope you don't think they're like, "disposable", or not relevant... but here goes.<BR/>--i think the intense need to nail it down to something explainable to laypeople and/or to yourself is, of course, a reflection of your black & white thinking-- the absoluteness of it, the struggle to understand what it is. AND, it is entirely possible that you have a condition that wavers in and out of definitions...it's almost like describing drunkenness, for lack of a better idea--sometimes you get buzzed, sometimes you get really really drunk. sometimes you just have a few sips & then stop. Does that make sense? Its like, sometimes your illness is so intense that your behaviors veer into "hypomania" w/out actually throwing you into that "category". . . if you know what i mean. <BR/><BR/>dont' know if i'm saying anything you don't already know--but here's another thing-- you HAVE a diagnosis, you ARE NOT the diagnosis. I know I used to get all pissed & frustrated when people would say that to me--I'd be like DUH, thanks!<BR/>but more and more since i've had a break from therapy, that really becomes more and more a real thing. When you're in therapy everything is RIGHT THERE, your stuff is just right on top of you, in your face, daring you to ignore it. And that kinda pushes the idea that you MUST "figure it OUT", Right Now! when really--not so much. <BR/><BR/>hope i didn't just make you throw up your hands in frustration.She Sells Sanctuaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12046223308849873600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-40439318356610772102009-02-11T15:24:00.000-08:002009-02-11T15:24:00.000-08:00Everyone is confused by psychiatric diagnosis, exc...Everyone is confused by psychiatric diagnosis, except for good therapists, who just ignore it and treat the person, not the diagnosis.<BR/><BR/>The usual theory about diagnosis is that giving a name to a thing implies mastery of it. It is encompassed and tamed by our knowledge of its name — an old, old feeling of the magical power of words. By naming something, you no longer have to face the thing itself, only its name.<BR/><BR/>The mantra "hoffle-poffle-waffle" is an un-naming spell that lets you face the thing itself, even though the thing itself might be untamed and unknowable. Try saying it out loud the next time you are thinking about diagnosis, and see what happens.cbtishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04401107753926873126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-3007793584571894572009-02-11T14:08:00.000-08:002009-02-11T14:08:00.000-08:00I regret pushing for my DX, it crushed my self est...I regret pushing for my DX, it crushed my self esteem, and I'm not entirely sure that wasn't part of the purpose. That sounds paranoid, but clearly along the way I've p*ssed someone off. I can't wait to see my medical records, I doubt much of it bears resemblance to my dictation of events. The questions asked of me were leading, and my answers picked apart. From my recollection of any DSM interviews and what not, I felt like I was guest starring in Kafka's The Trial.<BR/><BR/>Besides it's all hoffle-poffle-waffle anyway. None of it is proveable by a test and therefore in my book it's likely to be biased by whoever does the ticky box sheet. Sounds to me like your Pdoc is trying to save you ending up with a bunch of spurious labels. <BR/><BR/>Lola xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-88000082101973449922009-02-11T13:54:00.000-08:002009-02-11T13:54:00.000-08:00Hi Life,Please feel welcome here. I understand st...Hi Life,<BR/>Please feel welcome here. I understand stage fright, but the people who comment here are always respectful and caring. Thanks for the link. I tried to get to your blog, but it says your profile needs to be enabled...I love to read it if I can.<BR/>Thanks,<BR/>...aquaAquahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16230285017033299419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-87715331062448984552009-02-11T13:43:00.000-08:002009-02-11T13:43:00.000-08:00Not entirely relevant but I am linking to you in m...Not entirely relevant but I am linking to you in my blog, I thought you may like to take a look... I got stage fright & tried to draw on the blogs I read and ended up not saying much at all!Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09918334891240627464noreply@blogger.com