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Saw the doctor today
Dr. Sagov is very difficult to make appointments with, so I saw Dr. Altman, who's the other physician in the practice. I'm starting to really like him. Not as much as I like Dr. Sagov, because, well, Dr. Sagov has been my doctor since I was a wee tot, but Dr. Altman has many of the same traits that make Dr. Sagov a good doctor.
Anyway, the upshot is he upped my dosage of Lexapro, with the comment that it looked like the medication started failing about when the days started getting shorter, so we'll revisit the dosage in six weeks, and, if things are getting better, possibly cut back to the original dosage, with a note to go back up to the higher dosage in November.
And we also talked briefly about therapy as a possibility. I said that, while I wasn't resistant to the idea in principle, I wasn't enthusiastic about it, because I've seen maybe a dozen therapists of one stripe or another in my life, working with six of them fairly extensively, and had really nothing to show for it.
But Lis and I were talking about it further, and I'm trying to figure out if it's time to re-open the question and maybe start again.
And, well, as my friends list is chock full of 1) therapists 2) medical personel of various sorts 3) generally wise people 4) people who've benefited from therapy (with lots of overlap between categories), I figured I'd ask here.
The problem is that, well, therapy has mainly been a great waste of time and money for me. I don't know how to judge if I'm making progress, and I CERTAINLY don't want to hurt a therapist's feelings by saying that I feel like I'm NOT making progress, and, anyway, if I'm depressed, I'm feeling enough inertia that I don't want to make changes like changing therapists. . .
Also, this livejournal is the only forum I've ever found in which I'm comfortable talking about myself. I mean, the ONLY forum. Writing a private journal seems pointless, because who am I writing it for? Talking about myself in person feels egotistical. And while writing a livejournal IS egotistical, definitionally, it doesn't bother me, because I feel certain that y'all can just not read it if you're bored. Which means that I feel free to be boring, because I know that, no matter how boring I am, I'm not going to bore anyone who doesn't freely choose to be bored. Since there's no way you'll offend me by NOT reading this, I know that, if you ARE reading it, it's because, for whatever reason, you're interested.
So, in person, in therapy, I feel awkward. I understand that I'm paying the therapist for his or her time, so I should feel free to talk about myself. But I'm also pretty skilled at drawing other people out, so I've also managed to get them to talk about themselves. Which I am more comfortable with, but which kind of defeats the purpose of therapy.
And, in general, I can't figure out what I'd be trying to DO with therapy, anyway. I mean, I get depressed. The ability to feel happiness sometimes gets sucked out of me, so quickly and violently that I get a physical sensation of it draining out of my feet. There's not much I can DO about it. Talking about it doesn't help.
I can certainly see that, if I was to get some of the depression under control, I'd need to learn how non-depressed people do things, and that might be useful -- I remember that, when Lis and I were seeing a coach, that had some value for me. But I don't see how therapy would help for me.
I wish to stress that this is not intended as any sort of general dismissal of therapy -- I think therapy is a wonderful thing, and I'm actually a little proud I can list so many therapists among my friends. I just don't see how it would help me.
But I'm also aware that I could well be wrong. So I guess my question is -- how do I know if I'm wrong about this, and that I actually SHOULD give therapy of some sort another shot? It's not like we've got unlimited money, and I'm a bit resentful about the money and time I've wasted in it so far. . .
Anyway, the upshot is he upped my dosage of Lexapro, with the comment that it looked like the medication started failing about when the days started getting shorter, so we'll revisit the dosage in six weeks, and, if things are getting better, possibly cut back to the original dosage, with a note to go back up to the higher dosage in November.
And we also talked briefly about therapy as a possibility. I said that, while I wasn't resistant to the idea in principle, I wasn't enthusiastic about it, because I've seen maybe a dozen therapists of one stripe or another in my life, working with six of them fairly extensively, and had really nothing to show for it.
But Lis and I were talking about it further, and I'm trying to figure out if it's time to re-open the question and maybe start again.
And, well, as my friends list is chock full of 1) therapists 2) medical personel of various sorts 3) generally wise people 4) people who've benefited from therapy (with lots of overlap between categories), I figured I'd ask here.
The problem is that, well, therapy has mainly been a great waste of time and money for me. I don't know how to judge if I'm making progress, and I CERTAINLY don't want to hurt a therapist's feelings by saying that I feel like I'm NOT making progress, and, anyway, if I'm depressed, I'm feeling enough inertia that I don't want to make changes like changing therapists. . .
Also, this livejournal is the only forum I've ever found in which I'm comfortable talking about myself. I mean, the ONLY forum. Writing a private journal seems pointless, because who am I writing it for? Talking about myself in person feels egotistical. And while writing a livejournal IS egotistical, definitionally, it doesn't bother me, because I feel certain that y'all can just not read it if you're bored. Which means that I feel free to be boring, because I know that, no matter how boring I am, I'm not going to bore anyone who doesn't freely choose to be bored. Since there's no way you'll offend me by NOT reading this, I know that, if you ARE reading it, it's because, for whatever reason, you're interested.
So, in person, in therapy, I feel awkward. I understand that I'm paying the therapist for his or her time, so I should feel free to talk about myself. But I'm also pretty skilled at drawing other people out, so I've also managed to get them to talk about themselves. Which I am more comfortable with, but which kind of defeats the purpose of therapy.
And, in general, I can't figure out what I'd be trying to DO with therapy, anyway. I mean, I get depressed. The ability to feel happiness sometimes gets sucked out of me, so quickly and violently that I get a physical sensation of it draining out of my feet. There's not much I can DO about it. Talking about it doesn't help.
I can certainly see that, if I was to get some of the depression under control, I'd need to learn how non-depressed people do things, and that might be useful -- I remember that, when Lis and I were seeing a coach, that had some value for me. But I don't see how therapy would help for me.
I wish to stress that this is not intended as any sort of general dismissal of therapy -- I think therapy is a wonderful thing, and I'm actually a little proud I can list so many therapists among my friends. I just don't see how it would help me.
But I'm also aware that I could well be wrong. So I guess my question is -- how do I know if I'm wrong about this, and that I actually SHOULD give therapy of some sort another shot? It's not like we've got unlimited money, and I'm a bit resentful about the money and time I've wasted in it so far. . .
The other datapoint.
In my experience of other people, therapy seems to help some a lot, and others not at all, and the ones it hasn't helped at all in the past it continues to not help at all in the future -- it seems to me to be very like a drug that works on some percentage of people with a given problem.
Re: The other datapoint.
Um, that is. I'm in training to be a counselor-type, and I very firmly think that therapy works /very/ well for some people, and not as well for others, and I shouldn't go around saying, "Hey. You. Have therapy." If I did that last time you posted about the while thing, then I'm sorry.
OTOH, I have experience with clinical depression (in that I have it), and therapy has worked in certain ways. Therefore, I give my experience. (And he did /ask/.)
Re: The other datapoint.
First, yeah: Therapy when you don't see anything broken is a waste. That was my other experience with therapy, that I didn't mention. When I started high school after being homeschooled, my parents were worried that I wasn't good at socializing, and I was feeling very unsure of myself, so I went to a counselor to help with that. It turned out to be largely useless; most of this was before I actually started school, and so the problems were mostly academic, and the counselor was providing generic solutions to generic problems. And, for what few specific problems I did have, I didn't really think to bring them up. The result was pretty much a complete waste.
(Of course, it didn't help that the counselor was a bit of a twit. A friend of mine was also seeing him, and the counselor's advice to my friend's difficulty of how to deal with peer pressure of fellow teenagers trying to get him to drink at parties was "Would it be so bad to just have one drink?")
So, yeah, in that situation: definitely a waste of time.
But there's a different situation, too.
The most recent time, I also spent a while thinking "I don't have anything that really needs therapy; yeah, I'm stressed, but I have reasons to be." Then, after my wife worrying about me for most of a year, and things getting more and more piled up with work, and things like that, it finally got through to me that there was something Not Normal about the fact that I couldn't remember having felt genuinely happy in months. Once I finally realized that there were things wrong, and that they weren't things I knew how to fix on my own -- that was the situation where the therapy could be helpful. It wouldn't have been helpful before that point, I think.
I don't know Ian well enough to say if he's in the same boat, but the things that he's saying sound very much like the things that I was saying when I was in that position of saying "There's nothing wrong with me" and having it be about as believable as the Black Knight insisting it's only a flesh wound.
And, you're right; I don't know that therapy would help him the same way it helped me, even if he is in a similar situation. I do think it's worth another try, if he's in a situation where he feels that there's something clearly broken that therapy would be good at fixing, though, despite the possibility that it might simply not work for him.
Re: The other datapoint.