Oh, I know that feeling. I weigh myself totally nekkid at home, but at the doctor's office? They have to drag me kicking and screaming to it because I know that the clothes I'm wearing can't actually add that much weight, but they always do. It's very discouraging.
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See, I think that's the wrong question
Obviously "how crazy do you have to be" is rather flippant, but...what do you think the *right* question is, I'm curious?
My mom spent a great deal of effort trying to get me into therapy.
Heh. My family went to therapy for a little while. Or rather, the REST of my family went--the therapist decided he needed to focus on my parents' relationship with my brother, and a little bit on their relationship with my sister. I was like, a junior? in high school. And apparently, my "I'm getting the fuck outta here" attitude was already evident, and judged less of a problem. :)
Maybe self-hate is the wrong term for me. I'm just mad at myself for messing up a lot of things, I don't really think that I'm a terrible person. The overweight is fixable, I've fixed that problem before. The financial is getter better and I'm in control of that now. The marriage situation... urm... no real light at the end of the tunnel there I'm not sure how I'll be able to deal with that.
Dear lord. I can't believe I haven't said this yet. I blame excessive Blackberry use.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MG!
what do you think the *right* question is, I'm curious?
Well, I think it would be something like, "what are the benefits of therapy and what are the downsides?" Not involving a person's relative craziness---more determining its relative value for an individual.
Bah! It is very late (for me) and I need to go to bed. But I wanna eat something. Which is unlikely, as I have nothing...
Obviously "how crazy do you have to be" is rather flippant, but...what do you think the *right* question is, I'm curious?
"Tell me about your childhood."
Heh. My family went to therapy for a little while. Or rather, the REST of my family went--the therapist decided he needed to focus on my parents' relationship with my brother, and a little bit on their relationship with my sister. I was like, a junior? in high school. And apparently, my "I'm getting the fuck outta here" attitude was already evident, and judged less of a problem. :)
We once had a family therapy session in regards to my older brother, when he was about 17 (I think). Oh, and there was the time they were trying to figure out why my younger brother wasn't speaking at the age of 3, and got all of us in to analyse the family dynamics. Wild times.
Ah, geez, Gud. I am glad the financial situation is better at least.
Maybe self-hate is the wrong term for me. I'm just mad at myself for messing up a lot of things, I don't really think that I'm a terrible person.
I really feel for you, Gud.
the thing that really did the most for my own feelings of self-loathing was getting divorced.
Huh. I'm right there with you, billytea. That really was the catalyst to me making a lot of positive changes and being able to act on some things about myself.
It's not a course of action I'd recommend, though.
7. Got an invitation to my sister's wedding, which is nice. (Not unexpected, you understand.)
Mazel tov!
She marrying her baby daddy?
t snuggles Gud chastely