Sooooo omfg, I just got back from seeing the therapist.
It was so SCARY and weird, like I sat down and both my heart and brain were in over drive.
We talked about quite a bit and it felt much longer than 50 minutes, I even told her I was gay.
I mentioned to her that my mum doesn't know I'm here and I don't want her to know because I don't want more questions by her, the woman asked what kinda questions? I started getting really nervous, like more nervous and just started laughing and I said, oh my god I can't say it and hid my face, she laughed and I just said "She's asked me if I'm gay a few times", then I said "Which I am... Oh my god I haven't said that before"
Then there was talk about my sexuality and stuff, but overall it was about my life, how even my hair can make me feel like **** because it's one of my insecurities (I felt like an absolute twat talking about my hair). So overall it was talk about everything really, past, present, future and I'm seeing her again next Monday at 11am.
She's really nice and the session is £45 but because I have no job and she wants me to come every week, she's only charging me £20 per session, I was like are you sure, I kept saying that because I felt bad.
She said I didn't come across shy and that I was clear with what I was talking about and what I wanted, I didn't think it would feel this good to just talk (although I'm pretty sure I talked about crap most of the time)
Guess i'll buy my own tomorrow...
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! So glad you went Luke. Proud!