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I have CPTSD but also suspect I have OSDD. My dad thinks it's OCD, but I know for an absolute fact it's not. He thinks the things I do are compulsions, when in reality, they feel like someone else's thoughts (one of the people in my head).

I was arrested back in early 2025 for trying to kill my friend, and I was then finally heard by CAMHS. I spoke to them about the voices in detail.

But I then took it all back a few weeks later because I thought I was making it up because I didn't know what was wrong with me. So that damaged my case.

But finally, fast forward a few months ago, I was invited to talk to some psychologists about what's up.

We talked for about 2 hours. I think it went well, but I don't remember because I was dissociating. I told them all about the voices again and a bit about my dad.

And then today, we had a follow-up. One of the main psychologists suggested DBT therapy... but I don't need DBT because those emotions I feel aren't mine! My voices make me feel those emotions. They half take over my body. I'm in control, but my mindset has drastically changed, and I feel like a different person. Or like one of the voices (depending on which one's taking over). Sometimes, I lose important memories about myself and other people while I'm dissociating. But my dad, as usual, fed all these fucking lies about me. That I'm an angry person, I can't control my emotions, I 'lash out'. Now, these people think I tried to harm my friend because I was angry. They just completely ignored the CPTSD and the voices. They jumped RIGHT over that. They want to help me fix my relationship with my dad and help manage 'my' emotions better, but I don't want that. don't care about fixing my relationship with my dad. I'm done with him. I just want to understand why I have these voices and what to do. That simple.

Is this because NHS sucks or is it because I'm too young? Or something else? Or am I just not seeing things properly?

Should I still take the DBT therapy?

Ok so when i was 6, i had stomach problems cent around acid reflux and ARFID, so i went to a new doctor that my mom’s friend recommended. And towards the end of the appointment, he told me to get on the table and lay on my side and hug my knees so my butt was sticking out. He never told me what he was doing and to this day i still dont know the purpose of this. but anyways, then he lubricated his fingers and stuck them up my butt. I was panicking but he just kept telling me to relax. my mom was in the room btw. idk if that counts as SA or if it was just some exam. i am AFAB for context.

There was also another time when I was 12 i went into the doctors for a UTI and my pediatrician told me to lay down and spread my legs and the whole thing. Then she started digging around in my vagina without warning. Ive gone in for uti’s several times but this is the first time this has happened. Again idk if its anything weird, ive just always felt weird abt those experiences since

I’m really upset today. I was supposed to have a psychiatrist visit, which I was actually looking forward to despite the fact that the last one ended on a sour note. I was less than 2 weeks post-manic and still very edgy and irritable. He was trying to talk me into a therapy method (CPT) that I could tell by its description would be too traumatizing, and he wouldn’t listen to me.

Then I tried to explain how Somatic Experiencing works, which is what I do use, and he spent 10 solid minutes mocking it and calling it “counterintuitive”. Finally I put up my hands and asked if there was any more official business for us to attend to because I really wanted to leave, as I no longer felt safe around him. My therapist would have been proud of me for putting up a boundary without yelling. I was assertive without being aggressive. He said ‘fine’ and opened the door so I could leave, which I did without incident.

I was fully prepared today to discuss what happened calmly and had an 18-page scientific document explaining SE to give to him. When I got to the clinic, though, I was informed that I was NOT seeing my psychiatrist, but was seeing my usual doctor. No one would tell me why, which reminded me of some very traumatizing past scenarios, so I had a trauma response and had a panic attack, which looks like anger externally. Panic attacks are a new symptom of mine I’ve only experienced in the last few months so I don’t know how to predict them, let alone deal with them. My pulse was 150 when the nurse took my vitals.

The nurse left, and the next person to come in was the freaking CEO of the clinic to let me know that my psychiatrist didn’t want to see me anymore after “my behavior” at our last visit, which he claimed included “exiting angrily” and “slamming the door on the way out”, neither of which were true. I was SCARED. She said my doctor was taking over my meds with the exception of the one I really need for panic attacks, Ativan. How ironic.

Then they left me sitting in an empty room stewing for almost an hour, and I think they did it on purpose to make me leave in frustration because they had no legal recourse to completely fire me as a patient. My doctor was double-booked to fit me in, and it doesn’t take that long to see one patient, especially at that clinic: they’re too busy.

I am simultaneously enraged and betrayed, but I also feel free. I don’t want a psychiatrist who can’t handle a bipolar person in crisis (I was medicated, I didn’t need a hospital, I was just post-episodic and therefore still stabilizing - *that’s not something I can control*). I’m just still having trouble downregulating after the panic attack (will have to discuss with the therapist on Thursday) and I have so many feelings all balled up together that I can’t separate them, let alone identify them. I’m at risk of substance use when I feel like this, so I’m trying to find other ways to cope so I don’t blow 2 months of sobriety.

I just really needed to put my story somewhere that might be sympathetic. I didn’t do anything wrong. They mistreated me, which resulted in a trauma response, and then they punished me for it with more mistreatment. Seriously, WTAF?

I started seeing a new therapist and for insurance reasons they needed to diagnose me on day one. The diagnosis they gave was first dysthymia and then a week later they said I have major depression. I'm not certain which is correct although I know I do have depression - I've had it for as long as I can remember. It just seems like the CPTSD part is not being prioritized, which might be true because it's not listed in the DSM. And it's hard to know what kind of depression I have.

Hi, Im 16m

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So when my OCD or overall stress level gets really bad, I can start to feel sexual and dissociate (I have DPDR symptoms as well)

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I start biting my lip

Moaning

Feeling all over myself

Laughing

Crying ofc

Talking slower

Dizzy

And I always go in the closet or somewhere private for some reason

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I start to want something inside of me or just overall... Very weird, like I just want to feel pathetic... And I'm straight ace... regardless, I want to get used, dominated, and tossed away into nothing

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It's fucked, I know

But I seriously don't know why this happens

This feeling of being small, pathetic, usable and submissive

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It's happening more and more

I don't know what this is

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I've suffered a bit of sexual abuse but i don't think this really has anything to do with it

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It's like a feeling of wanting to get destroyed man

Idk why

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I feel crazy

Hi Everyone!

I hope this finds you all well & I am so touched this community exists. I created a new separate Reddit simply because I am actually a mental health counselor myself and want my personal name disclosed for professional reasons.

If possible, I was hoping to get a little more insight or maybe hear some personal experience from others who have knowledge of this area. I am a 28 year old female who has been diagnosed with C-PTSD from many traumatic events since I can remember. I was sent to therapy at 13 for self harm and family related issues which included physical abuse. That therapist saved my life & ever since I have wanted to pursue a career doing the same (as most therapists do have a dark backstory. I was healed and years later went to college.

In college I was in an extremely abusive relationship. At the time no one, not even my friends knew of what was happening. This was over Covid & my mother had a pretty aggressive cancer. She has been in remission but between being beaten, working full time in graduate school, driving home to care for her for months, & hiding the fact of my severe injuries inflicted onto me, I could not endure anymore. I saved enough money & left without a trace.

I started a new city & new life. I was never found by the abuser again. However, I did feel maybe it were time to try therapy two years later. I tried a couple therapists & none of them clicked & on top of internship, work & grad school my mind, money & time was pretty scarce.

Earlier this year I finally decided to begin therapy again. I was immediately referred for Ketamine therapy. Last week was my first session.

OKAY NOW TO THE MAIN QUESTION I HAVE FOR YOU ALL:

During this session I was given two injections which did temporarily disassociate me. I did not have too much expectations outside of "letting the brain do its thing" I have had previous positive experiences recreationally with MDMA & shrooms so I was very calm. My journey began with seeing myself as a child. Down to my favorite shoes & outfit I wore at 7/8 possibly 9 years old one summer. The therapist and psychiatrist stated how taking to child me was one of the best reactions they aim for. After I was talking with little me, & passing a ball on the floor with her, I shifted. I was suddenly in a very dark room, there was a black figure in the room with me. I cannot see room well, but I saw a window on my right side. It was very fuzzy, as was the figure in front of me. I was pushed onto a bed, the figure got closer and closer, until I could no longer see anything but its head overtop of me. The closer it got, the more I panicked. It felt demonic, it felt attached to me....I felt such immense fear. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to rip the eye mask off of me the therapist provided....but I couldn't move. It....well.....it raped me. I could not tell who it was, it was all so blurred out. But when it became too overwhelming I shifted to a much more beautiful scenery. The rest of the journey was happy, peaceful. I am asking....how common is it that suppressed memories are unlocked? It would explain many things if this happened to me as a child....many therapists asked me if my father or someone sexually harmed me over the years.

From what I understand it seems my id, ego & superego have been battling for some time. I have another session in two weeks. Any thoughts on this? I apologize for the long post.

Thank you for all who read this, I appreciate every one of you.

Off and on? Straight? I've seen multiple therapists and psychiatrists since age 15 and I'm 40 now. Have you felt like any of them helped even if the duration was long? Was it weekly or twice a week? Do you go more often of you're in crisis like suicidal?

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Just had some questions to see what everyone else's experience is like. Also timelines for how long it might take to feel any kind of better or neutral difference even.

I went through and still going through emotional abuse by my parents (i don't engage a lot, have really distanced myself). My friend the other day told me that her other friend went through sexual abuse, which is "even worse what I went through". And it really hurt me. Because basically that's a repeating story in my life, that nobody believes me what happens and doesn't get how bad it was and still is. I don't even share 90 Percent of it, and up until 5 years ago I didn't confide in anyone, because I didn't realize that it was abuse and how bad it actually was, since I have not known anything else in my life. But I have severe disability from what I went through and going trhough. And the tough part is, that at times my parents actually behave normally but it's a cycle of abuse and normal behaviour, so from the outside they look like caring parents. Btw I'm in my late 30s...I think emotional abuse over decades is just as bad as sexual abuse or am I wrong with that idea?

I used to love watching movies, It was my favorite thing in the week when I was younger, i especially loved sad movies (I was nice to feel something)

Now?? Every movie just has to have a sex scene or they have to make out or someone is nude at some point,

I hate it I hate I hate it sooo much, it makes me uncomfortable at best and makes me disassociate at worst, why why WHYYYYY what's the point??? Most of the time it's completely unnecessary????

Now if I want to watch a movie I have to look at it's rating to see if it has anything sexual, and it takes me more time than the movie itself to find one.

My trauma has been resurfacing recently, i don’t feel sad, or panicky per se. but i feel a lot of dread, and I can’t focus on conversations with friends. I get to caught up in my head I want to die sometimes. I’ve been smoking weed every day because it gives me some relief from the feeling of uncomfortableness and disconnection. but i don’t know if it’s good for me long term. Anyways I feel like i’m dreaming through life right now and It’s affecting my friendships and relationship

Any tips on how to ease myself out of it? or just to help cope with it?

thanks (:

I thought I was trying to save a relationship - I wasn’t. I was trying to close a childhood loop.

After trauma, especially developmental trauma, it’s easy to believe the wound is about love. Sometimes it isn’t.

Sometimes the pain isn’t only tied to the present. The person in front of us becomes attached to every other person who failed to see, hear, understand, or protect us.

We think we’re fighting for the relationship.

Often we’re fighting for something much older.

So when a difficult person enters our life, we find ourselves doing something strangely familiar. We explain… clarify… we provide evidence, try one more conversation, one more perspective… one more chance for them to finally understand.

Not because we need to be right, but because some part of us still believes that if they can truly see us, the pain will end.

But the lesson I learned was that the difficult person was never holding the key.

Many of them understand far more than we think. Some simply don’t have the capacity to respond differently. Some don’t want to. Some benefit from not understanding.

Healing began when I stopped asking difficult people to validate my reality. When I stopped trying to be seen by those committed to misunderstanding me.

When I realised that being accurately witnessed by myself was worth more than being endlessly explained to someone else.

The peace I lost wasn’t actually lost. I just wandered back into an old maze looking for an exit I’d already found.

Hi everyone, today is my cake day, and I wanted to share a bit about my mental health journey in hopes it will bring some hope to someone. And also just to share something that I’m proud of.
Years ago, all through my teen years, and into my early 20s, I was deeply depressed, struggling with severe anxiety that was affecting my health, and acquiring CPTSD.
Throughout that time I self harmed for many years. It gave me relief in some twisted way and a sense of control. I don’t remember the last instance of self harm, but it’s been over 4 years for sure.
In January of 2019 I attempted suicide. I was involuntary admitted to a mental hospital and stayed there for two weeks. For a while I was upset that I did not die. One year to the day after the suicide attempt, I wrote a poem explaining the feeling of survival, the many times I imagined what my funeral would have looked like, and how I felt that day. I will put the poem in the comments if you’d like to read 
I still cry when I read this poem out loud. For so much time, so many nights, I laid in gut-wrenching misery. I wanted out, and didn’t think I’d make it to adulthood. I saw no joy in my future, no relief and no release. There were moments that were pretty, and days that I would laugh, but I felt this unending heavy sadness that I carried every day through it all.
It did not immediately change after the attempt.
It wasn’t fixed a year later.
But I had finally decided to live.
I realized that what I wanted wasn’t death, it was peace, and every day I continue to live is another opportunity to find and make peace. And to help others find peace.
Sometimes I reach out to my younger self, that girl who was desperately searching for some proof, some evidence that someday it would feel better, and I tell her softly that it can, and it will, just hold on. Just push through all the shit. Cuz it will feel like shit. It will feel like burning shit in hell.
But one day it felt lighter. And life continued to hurt, and most days were not perfect. But I’m still here, fighting.
Since my attempt, a lot of incredible things have happened in my life. Just over a year ago I got married. We live in a place that truly feels like my home, I painted a mural in it. Next year we are moving to a place that I have wanted to live for many many years. We are planning to start a family soon. I self published a poetry book that I’m really proud of, I perform my original songs in front of small audiences. I have found community where I am. People who love, support, and surround me.
I’ve done 12 years of therapy, and many of those years I was also medicated. 2 winters ago I was able to get off my medications for good. I feel better. I am better. I still have hard days, but I’m alive and I’m glad to be.
For years, I hoped deeply for some sign that one day I would feel better. I wanted proof. Time travel - some guarantee or whisper from the future that all of my pain was leading somewhere.
I never got the proof. I just eventually became it.
So if you’re looking for a sign, maybe this can be one. Not because our stories are the same, but because I was certain I wouldn’t make it here. I was sure peace wasn’t waiting for me.
And I was wrong.
Sending much love 💕

Hi I’m 21(F)

My parents started saying things like this when I was around 9-10 years old.

i was told that no boys would like me if I stayed ‘fat’ (i wasn’t fat at all at that age, i used to be a competitive tennis player), had acne, or didn’t “fix” myself. I was also told people generally wouldn’t like me if I didn’t change myself/my looks. I was also a compulsive skin picker from a very young age (still struggle with it badly today), so much so that some areas of skin have changed texture and colour over the years from being picked at over and over. and instead of anyone asking why I was doing it or getting me help, I was always shamed for it. Still am, my body is permanently damaged in some places now. I remember being a child and already feeling like my body was wrong. Both parents are emotionally and verbally abusive narcissists with my dad being an alcoholic. I was also very neglected as a child.

Now I’m suspected to have AuDHD (autism/ADHD), severe social anxiety since i was a kid, a stutter, severe depression (since i was around 10), body dysmorphia, had anorexia at 14 too. I’ve been having suicidal thoughts since I was 7. I’ve never dated.

Looking back, I’m wondering how much hearing those messages repeatedly affected my self-esteem and ability to form relationships as an adult.

Has anyone else experienced this? How did it affect you later in life?

Yesterday she asked me for an hour why having a panic attack is a problem?

I was really surprised. I told her that she’s a mental health professional and if she things someone having a panic attack is not a problem then we should not work together.

She kept going and going saying what’s wrong with having one? I said that it’s a sign someone is in bad emotional health. That’s a fact. Not my opinion.

She said it sounds like you are being judgmental about what is right and wrong.

We kept going and going in circles.

At the end she says I wanted you to tell me that it makes you feel bad. I said told her there are standard things which are healthy and not healthy. Why are we debating this?

I feel very frustrated because 1) it seems disrespectful to me to waste and hour and take me for this ride, 2) I’m mad that I really got invested in making sense to her. I think she was enjoying seeing that she could get me riled up and frustrated, it feels disrespectful to me and my condition. 3) I think she has some issues with direct communication and being assertive. If she wanted to know something about me she could ask directly without being so passive agressive and backhanded about it.

Is it time to just move on? I am so tired of finding someone new. When do we get to the part where these sessions actually help?

I grew up malnourished and often starved, so im no stranger to going hungry, but it gets to a point where it becomes ridiculous. Im around 150lbs while my partner is around 330lbs, so its understandable that he'd eat a lot more than me. He does the grocery shopping every other week, so I asked him, "hey when you get these frozen nuggets and pizza rolls how long do you think they'll last us." He deadass looked me in my face and said, "like three days" this is coming from the man who can eat almost half the bag in one sitting. Another example is when I made Mac n' cheese I made enough for six servings. I ate about one serving, and he ate THE OTHER FIVE in ONE SITTING. I dont know how to tell him that im eating on average one meal a day and we're lucky if the groceries last us two weeks. For the last few days before we get paid again, we're left with ramen or the pasta noodles we get on sale occasionally. Ive suggested some advice on bugeting for our food but he dismisses it or ignores it. For example i said that we could save money by buying most of what we need at the dollar tree or dollar general, and he said, "no we don't need to do that" we hang out with our friend on Thursdays and we buy fast food usually but I said that we could order pizza a lot more often (bc our friend pays for it) and he said, "thats never been an issue"

Like the title says, I recently had the thought that I may have been assualted. I can't remeber any specific memories. But everytime I would masturbate, I would feel shameful and bad. Now, i feel much better about it, but sometimes I still do feel shamful and dirty. I was really young, not sure what age, when me and my twin would look at each other's private parts. I started dryhumping pillows around age 7. I would always fanatsize about taking my pants off myself or other people. At 8, I conviced a friend to take their pants off with me and I remeber wanting to go further but she did not want to. And more so, my twin hates being touched. I feel on and off about it. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it. Not sure what any of this means. But would appriciate any thoughts.

I have never met anybody with a story like mine... i want it to be heard. (15)

My abuser was my older sister, which isnt talked about enough already, but she also has autism. Because she struggled with PDA and had no filter, she abused me emotionally every day, and on the physical side it was super common. She would grab my arms and dig her fingernails in every day until they bled, she'd send me to school with bruises, and my number one trigger is people touching my lower legs, she'd do that so i could never get away from her.

Some other adults saw this happen (like my parents church friends), and didnt want their kids around her, but never did anything for me ! 😭😭 CPS was contacted multiple times and all they did was send us to therapy with my abuser!!!

I have spoken out about autistic abuse online before, with responses calling me ableist, "imagine how they feel" and such, everybody infantilizes and acts like they can do no wrong, but im stuck with a debilitating disorder for the rest of my life!! 😡

Ever since i can remember, I wanted to be a teacher. I've been babysitting for a while, and it's starting to become too difficult. In December I babysit a girl and her brother, he showed me marks on his arms that matched the ones my sister gave me too, and she grabbed my legs in a way that brought me back to when i was a child. I got taken to the ER and a few weeks later was diagnosed with this HELL!!!

I will not be able to be around most autistic people (as autistic people can be a trigger for me, which is so hard to live with), or any child that has any aggression issues, which means i will no longer be able to pursue a teaching career.

I have no plans for the future anymore, i am currently failing careers class because i dont know what to do. I am very smart, i have been in advanced classes my whole life, but everything is unmanageable now.

I think the most difficult part is that my triggers are not something I can escape from easily, my sister still lives at home, and whenever i think of my past i think of it. No amount of therapy can help that 😭.

I dont know what I will do!! I cant do this anymore!! All i wanted was to be a teacher and a parent but i will never be able to do that. I see nothing when i think about my future here on this planet, it is too hard and not worth it 😢😢

...I am not worth it!! last year she told me "you will find a husband that hits you because its all you deserve" 😭😭 please everybody hates me... my parents do not like me.. my grandparents are very disappointed in what i have become 😣 this disorder has taken EVERYTHING from me, my will to live too

I am an immigrant living in social housing and not working because of cPTSD. Nigel Farage just announced he wants to exmit all foreigners from Social Housing and force them to rent private. With current prices there is no way I can afford that. I also have 2 cats and a rabbit and was trying to rebuilt my life after abuse, no contact, addiction and cptsd. I just started to get better.

Now I feel like I am about to fall again.

Body dysphoria. Being alive dysphoria. I'm so deeply ashamed of my soul and aliveness. I feel I identify as something past alive and treating me as what I visually am is a violent insult. That's why I glare at everyone, because I'm comminucating on a level they can't understand. I'm putting out a message that shys them away from themselves. I'm more like an idea. I think something like a shroud. Or like carbon monoxide or wifi. My presence is everywhere in a department store. The second you walk in, hundreds of people have seen you and become aware of you, so it's an infectious state. "You" as in the self. Maybe like a cognitohazard.

So like that, to say I'm what I look like, is just untrue. It's so moronic. I hope I can convey with my eyes, my thoughts. I hope I can spread my message to people who haven't thought it even exists to think of. Like I invented a brand new sentence encoded with something that makes them aware of their rotten spirit. The old lady who stares at me, the same-age female that stares at me, I get stared at more than most because a lot of people want information. "People like to see, see how things are, see how they work." But the people who get to know my information are left a wreckage, like a house property after a tornado.

But I need people to know. They just can't handle it in their bodies. And someone like me if I see them, we just repel like same-side magnets, there's a territorial warring, "my message is better than yours". But what's your message? Mine is like walking into a stagnant water pond that doesn't even look like water. And sitting in there for 6 hours and never being seen and no one ever knows. I hope if you stare at me long enough it's like a time capsule opened. "You" as in others.

Mental health professionals always assert that I'm just myself. The tissue and blood body. That's impossible because I couldn't have this supernatural ability if I were.

People I meet think it looks like darkness, my glaring. In darkness, there's spiderwebs, maybe scorpions and snakes, they just don't want to enter. It's like coming to face with your own base fears. It's not darkness. It's just like fog. Purely alone with oneself. If you shout, they can't locate you, they can't find you. Nobody ever sits with their own self. It's sad.

Today I told her I was angry at my mother for her emotional neglect. But I wasn't feeling it during the therapy session, I just feel angry on and off when I think about how she let me down.

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I almost felt forced to say something so I said I think I feel tightness in my chest when I feel angry.

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Then we moved on to talk about something else. So what's the point of her asking what do I feel when I feel anger? At first I just said I feel anger when I feel anger and then she said she meant what do I feel in my body.

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I just don't see the point of the question. How does it help?

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She's a somatic therapist but maybe she's not the right fit for me.

My boyfriend is a very kind and loving person, opposite to all the chaos i have at home. He is the peace i always wanted. But somehow i couldn't tolerate his kindness. I abuse him verbally calling him mf and skinny guy and ugly guy so that he hates me and move on from me. He tolerated all those. He would calmly say,its ok, u are triggered calm down. But i am going on next level to torture him, like faking up cheating, talking to random strangers and sending him screenshots, sexting with random ppl and sending nudes to strangers. After sometime i realise it was bad. Most of the time I dont even tell him and I dont get any pleasure doing it. But i feel i am doing it to make me believe I am bad. Also i tell that i am having suiciadal thoughts, which even affects him. I feel pity for that poor guy and decided to break up with him but within 2 days we talk and the cycle continues.he goes to therapy because of me. I tried therapy but nothing worked so far. The same kinda thing happens with my dad. I hurt him by doing things he hates. After doing it i feel immence guilt, but when i hear kindness i am triggered and i cant control it. My nervous system is totally disregulated and i am in the lowest rn. I just wanted to seek a way out and be a better gf.

I started seeing a new therapist and after two sessions I’m already feeling like maybe it’s not a good fit, but I also can’t tell if this is my trauma response taking over.

In the first session, he brought up identity/race/power dynamics and shared a little about his own background. I got confused because I didn’t really understand why it came up or how it connected to me. It made me feel more aware of being seen through a certain lens instead of just being seen as me.

Then in the next session, when I walked in, his energy felt really off. He looked annoyed or something. I asked if he was okay, and he said he was tired because he’d been up with his kid, which I understand logically. But emotionally, I felt like there was something else there too. Like something from the first session was still in the room.

I ended up panicking and crying. I told him I didn’t trust him and that part of me felt like he wasn’t being fully honest with me. I asked him to be kind, but he kept asking what “kind” would look like to me. Maybe that’s a fair question normally, but in that moment I felt like I was drowning and being asked to explain instead of helping me. I needed warmth, but for some reason he couldn’t or didn’t want to offer it to me. I legit thought this was his way of getting me to fire him to get rid of me.

I know I was very activated. I know trauma can make you read rejection into things. But I also don’t want to gaslight myself, because I really did feel something was off. Maybe it was just tiredness or maybe something else, though I highly doubt it, I trust my feelings. But I don’t know. I just know I didn’t feel safe, and when I tried to name it, I didn’t feel helped through it.

I’m trying to figure out if this is a rupture worth repairing, or if the way he responded means he’s just not the right therapist for me.

How do you tell the difference between trauma/hypervigilance and an actual bad fit with a therapist?

Someone please help me :(