Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same

Me: I think I don’t exist.

Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.

Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.

Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?

Therapist: No.

Me: Wow.

Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.

Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.

Therapist: That’s a start!

Me: I guess he’s still my friend?

Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.

Me:

Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.

Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.

Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.

Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*

Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!

Me: Yeah!!

Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?

Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-

Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.

Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.

Me: What-

Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS* 

Me: 

Me: Jerome.

Therapist: You went to the gaypride?

Me: Yeah, I went.

Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?

Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.

Therapist: Did you see some bears?

Me:

Me: Jerome wh-

Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it. 

Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?

Me: No, I want it!!

Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!

Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.

Therapist: That’s not very hard.

Me: I always wondered, are you queer?

Therapist: I am not.

Me: Ooh.

Therapist: Or am I?

Me: Ooh!

As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.

The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.

This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.

As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.

He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.

Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.

Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.

Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.

Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.

Me: What??

Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?

Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?

Therapist: Exactly.

Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.

Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-

Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?

Me: Dinner first.

Therapist:

Therapist: Damien, you moron.

Therapist: You need vacations.

Me: I’m broke.

Therapist: Oh yeah.

Therapist: You still need vacations tho.

Me: Jerome, I am still broke.

Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!

Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.

Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?

Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.

For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:

Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?

Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.

Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?

Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?

Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.

Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!

Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.

Me:

Me: What.

Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.

Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.

Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.

Therapist:

Therapist: How dare you.

Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.

Me:

Therapist: Do you smoke?

Me: Jerome.

On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing

He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one

I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL

It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg

Always reblog Jerome.

Is he now aware of his fame?

After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”

I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*

I LOVE THIS POST!!!!!

This is great

OP can we get more updates please

Sure! Here’s his fav cat breed

OP we need another update!

Is his fav dog breed an acceptable update? Or more?

Special guest of the day because I haven’t seen Jerome in a little while: My psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist, pointing at my little shovel tattoo: Does it have a meaning?

Me: Actually yes, it’s one of the rare ones who does. I wanted to be a gravedigger for a long time but since I’m disabled I can’t. So it’s just a little funny reminder of my wish to become a gravedigger.

Psychiatrist: Until when did you want to become a gravedigger?

Me: Until 20yo I think? Yeah, from kindergarten to 20yo.

Psychiatrist: Oh. Well, who am I to judge when I was a kid i wanted to be a garbageman because ridding the truck looked funny.

Therapist: You’re allowed to tell what you feel. You can’t keep everything stored in bottles and hope for the best, you’ll never be happy if you do this.

Me: But they won’t be happy.

Therapist: Be egoistic. You’re not in charge of everybody’s happiness but you’re in charge of yours. It will take times to start to say that you dislike what people are saying, it will take time to manage to say to the others when they hurt you. It’s not easy. But you’re allowed to tell people how you feel and to accept how you feel rather than bottling up.

Me: How long will it take me to manage to do it?

Therapist: I started to do it in my thirties. There is no starting point, you just go at your pace.

Therapist: Last time I saw a handful of young people with pride flags. I tried to see if you and your friends where at it.

Me: Jerome, I’m not at every pride manifestations. I won’t even go to the pride parade this year.

Therapist, sounding slightly disappointed: Oh well. You should, it’s fun.

Awww! Maybe you guys can go together some time! (Unless that violates a therapist thing?)

It does! Unless he goes on his own and we end up meeting each other because of randomness, I can’t offer him to come. But regardless, I don’t plan to go to it this year :0!

Therapist: You’re not at our therapy group?

Me: No, you invited me last time but I had a medical appointment so I didn’t come. But what do you exactly do in that therapy group?

Therapist: We have tea and biscuits. And we talk to each other about diverse stuffs.

Me: Oh I’d like to join then.

Therapist: And you’ll try to talk, right?

Me: ... I mostly come for the tea and the biscuits.

Therapist: As long you leave some for me. *proceeds to add in big in his schedule ADD DAMIEN TO GROUP*

In these confined days, I miss therapy with Jerome.

Therapist, calling me: Hello how are you!

Me: Oh hello!!! I’m fine thanks!! And you?

Therapist: I’m doing good! Do you know where I can get some really good croissants?

Me: *explaining something* so-

Therapist: I’m sorry to cut you, but fuck capitalism, it’s bullshit and it pisses me off.

Me: ... Yeah, tell ‘em!!!

Therapist: Sorry, I suddenly needed to get this out of my chest.

Me: Oh no problem, I feel that. Daily mood.

It’s not quite a transcript, but here’s the main points:

So: do not use Better Help, but look for another source.

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Photos by V and Ume - Via Love Meow

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD BOB ROSS IS A GIFTED GOD I DREW ALONG TO HIS VIDEO IN MS PAINT AND

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THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW PLEASE I ADVISE YOU GUYS TO DRAW ALONG WITH BOB ROSS IN MS PAINT IT IS AN EXPERIENCE I AM SO CONFUSED BUT PLEASED FUCKING DO IT

If you’re in that kind of depression where everything is blurry and days blend into one another, taking a lot of photos of positive things might help. If your pet does something cute, you ate something good, got a high score, you cleaned your room, the weather was nice… I’m not saying this will fix your depression, it’s just a good reminder that you are in fact living regardless of the depression distorting your memory and making your past seem like fog of sadness and nothing else.

i wish someone had told me this a few years ago i don’t remember my late twenties

A super good trick, could be very helpful if you are strugglin with disassociation. A picture with a time stamp on it would give you concrete evidence if there’s something you vaguely remember but aren’t sure if it was real or whatever. I know it’s been helpful for me in the past 👌🏻

This is why I don’t throw tantrums at people for instagramming/tweeting about what they had for lunch. Microblogging platforms are another really good way to mark time and to commemorate those little achievements that other people take for granted. Even if all you have to record one day is that you thought of a really awful pun, it all adds up to help you remember that you’re actively existing, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

My therapist told me something meaningful yesterday, she said “It’s important to remember that when you’re depressed you have to nurse yourself and be extra gentile towards yourself. Just like an athlete wouldn’t break an ankle then force themselves to run that ankle. They rest as it heals and do not think “I am a failed athelete” they think, “right now something isn’t working so i’ll take care of myself until it does.“ 

Just like a broken bone, depression can change the way your daily life plays out, and pushing yourself too hard and getting frustrated when you don’t feel better is just like trying to run on that broken ankle and getting frustrated when it doesn’t heal.

Read this. Then read it again. And then save it and read it over and over when you are depressed.

UK followers: Recovr is a new app designed to connect black folks with black therapists. 

Sidenote: Someone expand this to the States and Canada please.

Please reblog. There is a text version of the suicide hotline. Help is out there. Stay strong. I’ve been there. Asking for help is NOT a sign of weakness. Stolen from ImgUr.

Yep, it’s called the Crisis Text Line and they have a lot of other great resources on their website (link).

Additionally, there’s a chat service through the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (link).

I’ve used this, and it is so good.

My social anxiety sometimes gets so bad that I can’t even order food directly from another person, and I often lose my ability to verbalize my emotions because it’s hard to speak. This helps because writing it out is so much easier for me.

Give it a try!

There’s nothing wrong with talking to a therapist or counselor or any kind of professional about what’s going on in your life. You are not weak for wanting or needing help. There is strength in devoting time to yourself and your mental health. You deserve some time focused on yourself. You deserve some time to be heard.

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If all of the above apply to you then you may qualify to participate in my graduate thesis! I am studying how lesbians recall their therapists reacting to their questioning/leaning toward same-gender attraction. Please send me an ask or IM if you are interested… Otherwise, please reblog this post to spread it along!

If you choose to participate then I will email you a consent form with more detailed information. You can expect to be interviewed for about one hour, using Skype, FaceTime, Google Hangout, or a simple phone call if you are uncomfortable showing your face for any reason. You can choose to withdraw from the study during the interview if you grow uncomfortable or for any other reason. And, of course, any potentially personally identifiable information about you will be disguised (like names and places where you received treatment). I will keep an audio recording of the interview, which I will transcribe with names altered and later destroy.

I only have until April 10, 2016 to collect my data and I’d like to complete at least 3 more interviews by then, preferably more. So, if you’re at all interested please do send me a message at your earliest convenience!

A bit more information about me will be available on my FAQ page, but if something is not answered, feel free to ask.

Thanks so much for your support and have a sapphic day!

OP is looking for more trans lesbians and lesbians of color as their sample size is very white and cis at the moment.

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no offense but this is literally the most neurotypical thing i have ever seen

Uhhhh… no. This is what they teach you in therapy to deal with BPD and general depression. When I got out of the hospital after hurting myself a second time, I got put into intensive outpatient program for people being released from mental hospitals as a way to monitor and help transition them into getting them efficient long-term care. This is something they stressed, especially for people with general depression. When you want to stay at home and hide in your bed, forcing yourself to do the opposite is what is helpful. For me, who struggles with self harm- “I want to really slice my arm up. The opposite would be to put lotion on my skin (or whatever would be better, like drawing on my skin) the opposite is the better decision.” It doesn’t always work because of course mental health isn’t that easy, but this is part of what’s called mindfulness (they say this all the time in therapy)

Being mindful of these is what puts you on the path to recovery. If you’re mindful, you are able to live in that moment and try your best to remember these better options.

I swear to god, I don’t get why some people on this website straight up reject good recovery help like this because either they a)have never been in therapy so don’t understand in context how to use these coping tactics. Or b)want to insist that all therapists and psych doctors are neurotypical and have zero idea what they are talking about. (Just so ya know, they teach this in DBT, the therapy used to help BPD. The psychologist who came up with DBT actually had BPD, so….a neurotypical women didn’t come up with this.)

Swimmers in a therapeutic thermal lake created from a power plant, Blue Lagoon, Iceland by Richard Nowitz.

love the contrast between the industry in the background and the relaxation in the front