
I'm at my mothers' this weekend. Yesterday we briefly talked about "stuff" and I told her that I don't see the psychologist anymore and was explaining why I found it unhelpful: the woman would pick out stressful things (eg giving a seminar) that were happening around the time of my last serious SI and that I have done successfully before and since, and demand to know what "coping strategy" I was using that I hadn't used back then. And refuse to believe that there wasn't one, I was just in a totally different state altogether. And my mum - hooray! - agreed that this didn't sound very good or helpful.
But then today, for some reason she was asking about BUSboard and I was explaining about the "scarily vast list" of coping strategies that I maintain. She asked what was on it, and I said many of the things were just silly ways to distract yourself etc.... but then she said "Ah, but IS that silly?" in a kind of meaningful way, like she seriously believes both (A) that I meant "silly" as in "futile" not "silly" as in "amusing" and (B) that if only I tried all these distractions I'd never need to SI.
Like, I'm a Coping mod and she thinks I haven't tried them? I do use many of them, some come naturally, others I've deliberately chosen to adopt but THEY ARE NOT THE FULL ANSWER!!!!!


When she speaks to me about actual SI not just depression or whatever, she goes quiet and speaks in a very prim and proper way. It's clear from her manner that she finds the practice utterly detestable and doesn't want to begin to understand it, just wants to pretend it can be swept away with little distraction strategies. She is disgusted by me, I can tell

GRRRRRRR!



I am 27 and she is just so bloody patronising.
