I had a “psychological support session” via work the other week as it is required/strongly recommended due to the job I do. I found the therapist pauses in conversation embarrassing and didn’t want to go on. I was basically being obliging and respectful to her role and trying to get it over with. I did tell the truth, but I feel that no amount of therapy will change my situation. There is no practical help; talking about it reminds me of this fact. Give my adult child’s a safe and cheap place to live with support he will accept and all will be well. That’s pie in the sky, but what is needed.
No problems with the job, which is heavy, as I work in a large team all exposed to the same kind of things so we tend to chat and informally debrief together.
As a family, we have had a terrible situation at home with eldest adult child’s descent into mental illness, criminality, drugs, extreme anger.
The dramatics are over now (hopefully forever, but I know how these things go) but I am traumatised. I do nothing but read and scroll on my days off from work and keep up with running the house.
I no longer go out of my comfort zone outside of work and struggle when I do. I stay safe at home doing very little with my
life. We have a lovely family holiday booked for a couple of weeks time and I am slightly panicking as I want to go, we all could do with it, but it is the unknown. I am well travelled, but I have become so insular and have made my life so small.
Does anything work? Will time do it? Anyone else been in this situation?