My mum asked me how I was getting on with my therapy. I said “Mum, stop calling it therapy. It’s not therapy, it’s CBT” For some reason, I just don’t like her calling it therapy. It’s strange going to treatment for something where there is no surgery, drips, injections, pain relief etc. It’s all about conversations, questions, answers, understanding, laughing, crying and strategies. Just because you can’t see my OCD, it doesn’t mean it’s not there so talking must be the best treatment for it? It’s proven to work in lots of cases. I just need to wait and see if it works.
So I told her that my first session was ok. It was on a Friday afternoon and I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it with having a busy week at work but on that Friday, I had a bad morning at work (OCD related, didn’t reach a deadline) so goung straight to CBT after that was interesting!
My CBT guy (that’s what I call him) told me a little bit about CBT then I suddenly just burst out crying. I started to feel a bit nervous about what was going to happen and he asked if I wanted to end the session there but I explained that the tears were probably just because of having a bad day at work. The CBT guy has a good ability to make someone laugh when they are crying and not a lot of people can do that so the rest of the session was full of laughter and tears.
My CBT guy is down to earth, lets me call him by his first name and doesn’t act all professional. This makes me feel relaxed which is helpful when your telling your life story to him!
We spoke about where my OCD maybe started and he asked me some questions. And before I knew it, the session was over. He told me that there isn’t a time limit of 6 weeks or so put on my CBT sessions. He also said that I can see him weekly or fortnightly.
One thing that stuck in my mind from the session is how CBT guy explained disorder. He separated the word into two – ‘dis’ and ‘order’. He said that we are going to put the DISorder back into order but I will have to do most of the work.