I mentioned something in a previous post about C.A.T. (Cognitive Analytic Therapy). At the back end of 2013 i was in a very bad place. I have never cried so much, so often. i cried over anything and everything and nothing. i was seeing both my GP and the practice's Link Worker on a very regular basis. My Link Worker knew i had a number of different issues, some of which went back to when i was in my early teens. She mentioned C.A.T. as a form of talking therapy. i was, to say the least reluctant at this time due to heightened anxiety but we talked about it some more and i accepted that it might be a way forward.
As i understand it, and please correct me if you know differently, but C.A.T. is very often conducted in groups. Well, my Link Worker knew i would never be able to do that, so she arranged for me to have individual sessions with a therapist. I feel very lucky by the way that where i live the people i have seen have been nothing but brilliant and inexhaustibly supportive.
So, i have to drive to this place, and i'm feeling grim. really anxious and scared. The thought of finally, after many years of hiding my thoughts and feelings away from all those i knew, to finally open up to someone i have never met was both a relief and totally terrifying.
Now, i have a problem with men. i know i am one, but i have never felt comfortable in an all male situation. but guess what. Yes, he was a man.
Ok, now I'm going to flash through, as I'm getting a bit emotional thinking about the detail. Suffice to say i spent the first 4 or 5 sessions in pieces. crying at any little mention of my troubles. And this you should know. C.A.T. goes deep. I would like to be confident in saying that we left no stone unturned, but in all honesty there are things i cannot barely think about myself, let alone share them with anyone else.
C.A.T. usually lasts for 8 sessions. Mine lasted 12. Such were the concerns of said therapist and his manager. As these went along i spent less time crying and more time trying to work through my problems. The therapist was very good, great in fact. he listened and reflected back to me. He never pressured me. If there was pressure it was coming from within, you know, like the old pressure cooker analogy. He provided me with mini reports that documented what we had discussed. (I can't read them, they're are still too painful). And at the end, for it had to end, he voiced his concerns, as we had not found solutions to all things we had discussed. Don't get me wrong, he challenged my thoughts and on occasions made me think hard about what i had said. Made me question my beliefs. It wasn't all bad.
I want to say a few things to anyone out there who has thought about talking therapies. Personally, I think they work. I am now mid way through C.B.T. and as you might know, C.B.T.'s aim is to deal with the here and now. The problems and difficulties you might be experiencing right now that are impeding your progression to a better place. And to be quite honest its having some good effects. I've begun to see how my opinions of myself can change. I don't have to hate who I am. Hell, i don't even have to change who I am. i just need to accept who I am.
So, to conclude. Please, anyone of you who have dismissed the idea of talking therapies for what ever reason, Don't. You might not be in the right place right now, but there might come a time when you can be more accepting of this kind of intervention. Medication?, well medication for me has played an important role in enabling me to peek over the 20ft high wall. But the rest is up to me. And yes, i still go way down. Still have thoughts i'd rather not have. But the opportunity I've had to exorcise some of those demons that have weighed me down for so long has been invaluable.
*Here are my words of caution*Please make sure you are ready, truly ready for the likes of C.A.T. You need to be emotionally and mentally resilient and robust. I was not....But that's another story.