David Baxter PhD
Late Founder
Talk Therapy: How Honest Are You?
By Therese J. Borchard
November 22, 2009
I pay my therapist $120 every other week. I should, theoretically, feel like I can tell her anything.
But I don?t.
Because I want her to like me. It?s part of being a stage-four people-pleaser.
I didn?t realize the extent to which I was holding back until, the other day, when I mentioned to my therapist something that I had told Dr. Smith?the psychiatrist that I see every four to six weeks?about positive thinking just not cutting it when you plummet to such a low depression.
My therapist asked me to back up and tell her more about that. Because either I hadn?t said anything about that to her in the last month or so or else she had missed it.
I stewed on that for a few days: Did I omit my frustration with self-help books and cognitive-behavioral techniques or maybe not express how depressed I have really been? And I realized that I divulge more to my psychiatrist about the status of my depression and anxiety than I do with my therapist.
Why?
When I?m sitting on my doctor?s couch, I believe the most significant culprit to my bad mood is my illness. I?m somewhat like a diabetic going in to get her insulin levels checked.
However, when I perch myself across from my therapist, I feel more accountable for my moods ? that I if I am unable to implement cognitive-behavioral adjustments, and thereby some find relief, that I am somehow to blame. Moreover, if I?m pulled back into addictive and destructive thoughts and behavior, I have gotten there by choice.
It?s nothing she says that makes me feel that way. She?s a wonderful therapist.
It?s just the nature of therapy versus psychiatry. By far, the easiest part of my recovery is taking my prescriptions and getting blood work done once a month or so. The real warfare takes place at the battlefield of my mind, where I must adjust my thoughts constantly, sometimes as much as ten times a minute, so that they don?t steer me into a dangerous and sticky place. My therapist is my coach, my captain, in that challenge. And so when I feel like the negative intrusive thoughts are winning 10 to 0 and it?s only halftime, I feel as though I must have, in some way, let her down.
Crazy, really, isn?t it?
But I?m not alone. According to a 2005 study published in the Journal of the British Psychological Society, of the study?s 85 respondents, 54 percent withheld significant information from their therapist, 42 withheld information related to depressive symptoms and behaviors. Nearly 75 percent said they did so out of shame. Like me, they wanted their therapists to think well of them.
By Therese J. Borchard
November 22, 2009
I pay my therapist $120 every other week. I should, theoretically, feel like I can tell her anything.
But I don?t.
Because I want her to like me. It?s part of being a stage-four people-pleaser.
I didn?t realize the extent to which I was holding back until, the other day, when I mentioned to my therapist something that I had told Dr. Smith?the psychiatrist that I see every four to six weeks?about positive thinking just not cutting it when you plummet to such a low depression.
My therapist asked me to back up and tell her more about that. Because either I hadn?t said anything about that to her in the last month or so or else she had missed it.
I stewed on that for a few days: Did I omit my frustration with self-help books and cognitive-behavioral techniques or maybe not express how depressed I have really been? And I realized that I divulge more to my psychiatrist about the status of my depression and anxiety than I do with my therapist.
Why?
When I?m sitting on my doctor?s couch, I believe the most significant culprit to my bad mood is my illness. I?m somewhat like a diabetic going in to get her insulin levels checked.
However, when I perch myself across from my therapist, I feel more accountable for my moods ? that I if I am unable to implement cognitive-behavioral adjustments, and thereby some find relief, that I am somehow to blame. Moreover, if I?m pulled back into addictive and destructive thoughts and behavior, I have gotten there by choice.
It?s nothing she says that makes me feel that way. She?s a wonderful therapist.
It?s just the nature of therapy versus psychiatry. By far, the easiest part of my recovery is taking my prescriptions and getting blood work done once a month or so. The real warfare takes place at the battlefield of my mind, where I must adjust my thoughts constantly, sometimes as much as ten times a minute, so that they don?t steer me into a dangerous and sticky place. My therapist is my coach, my captain, in that challenge. And so when I feel like the negative intrusive thoughts are winning 10 to 0 and it?s only halftime, I feel as though I must have, in some way, let her down.
Crazy, really, isn?t it?
But I?m not alone. According to a 2005 study published in the Journal of the British Psychological Society, of the study?s 85 respondents, 54 percent withheld significant information from their therapist, 42 withheld information related to depressive symptoms and behaviors. Nearly 75 percent said they did so out of shame. Like me, they wanted their therapists to think well of them.