Thursday, January 18th 2018 (Back In Therapy)
My routine of getting up in the mornings is back into full flow with me not getting out of bed later than seven any morning since last Thursday when I slept in and Barry the Bullet and I didn't bother going to work as a result. I like getting up early at the weekends as well (although snow will be keeping Barry and I from working this morning) and so this could be the start of a long run of getting up early in the mornings. That's the magic key I managed to find to take me out of my insomnia that was so difficult to get out of when I sobered up. Now I find it difficult not to go to bed early and get up early (although I have shown myself that when Christmas comes it is not impossible).
This afternoon I get things back up and running with my clinical psychologist, Dr. Bacon, and so slowly but surely things in 2018 are starting to get back to normal. I'm back at college, back at work, back to doing everything I'd normally be doing. Now I'm back in therapy, or at least will be by the time the sun sets this evening. This is something that pleases me greatly. I think that when left to my own thinking I can get myself into the idea that I'm doing much better than I am; that some of my thinking is healthy and that I'm doing really well and going in all the right places. I am sure that this afternoon Dr. Bacon will point out why most of my recent thinking and behaviour is just bullshit and show me which modes have been active during the Christmas break.
This can be a little disheartening, don't get me wrong. It's not nice thinking that you're doing well only to have it pointed out that this is not in fact the case. The fact that I am prepared for this shows that I have build enough awareness about it to know what to expect. It would be interesting if I could actually spot which modes I have been influenced by over the holiday period but to be honest I haven't really been paying all that much attention. I guess that everything kind of comes to a halt when we celebrate the festive period.
The sex thing isn't something we ever talk about. In fact – we don't really talk about all that much it would seem. We haven't discussed my children either. I haven't seen either my son or daughter in many years and they will both celebrate milestone birthdays later in the year as she turns sixteen and he eighteen. When I think of them I imagine them to be just starting school. That was when we parted company. Bacon has mentioned in recent sessions that there's a chance of us discussing this a little (if only to help me spot some more unhelpful behaviours and demonstrate a little further how current ones came to be and have been strengthened by this) but I don't think that this bears any real significance in me getting better. I don't think that we need to know every shitty thing that has happened before we are ready to move on.
I remember reading Man's Search for Meaning not long ago (was recommended to me from people on this site – the old WQD site, I mean) and the author talking about therapy and his own approach to dealing with clients/patients. He says at the end of the book that there is little point in spending an overly long time looking at the problem for it is just that. We're more interested in looking at solutions. Of course we need to know a little about what the problem is to begin with and how it has developed and so on but at the end of the day when someone going to his or her first golf lesson demonstrates to their teacher their current swing style and stance it is not necessary for the instructor to then have an in-depth discussion and analysis on their background and their relationship with their mother – they only want to help get them striking the ball better and further. They're looking at the future, where they want to be, and looking at ways of making sure they get there in the best way possible.
I think – or at least I hope – that this is the point we are now at in therapy, Dr. Bacon and I. In 2018 we are going to start looking more at my stance and driving technique and how to better it rather than thinking and talking and talking and thinking about how we got to be here.
Lindsay is talking about going to the travel agents over the weekend to look at holiday prices. We were in Spain last October (first sober trip anywhere and first trip for many a year – first trip with a partner ever) and we have something else booked for April to celebrate me turning forty (if such a thing should ever be celebrated) but now she's talking about perhaps getting away again. I suppose we're doing okay for cash at the moment. Me quitting smoking has definitely helped and we've spent nothing since Christmas (have actually tightened up on a lot of things and have started shopping online in bulk) so it's not as if we're struggling really badly or anything. I think that when she starts working (and she's been applying for jobs with the hope of starting as soon as her placement ends in late March and she qualifies) they have to honour anything already booked but if nothing is then we'd have to arrange it around her work. I think this is what she's thinking anyway.
If we plan it for another six months and go at the same time as we went away last year (a week later would actually make it so that it was during term-time holidays and I wouldn't have to take time off college – I'm assuming that next year things will get a little more difficult on that course) then that would work out as being one week away every six months. That's not something that I would ever have believed had you suggested it to me a couple of years ago. I would have laughed at you and then went away into a quiet corner by myself to sulk and convince myself that my life was the shittest ever. Now I don't have to do that – I can book holidays and stuff!!
Therapy first though. And that happens this afternoon.
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Stevie
In therapy.
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