Everything Happens for a Reason

 I’ve come to be at total peace with the events of the last couple months, because the more I read about opposition to ABA, the more glad I am that I’m not devoting my life to it. As far as my own therapy, I tried to reach out to two different therapists for “free 15 minute consultations”, and it went nowhere. The first one said she can’t see me until April 23.  I said, Ma’am this is February and gave up on her. The second one kept asking me “what I did” to make my other therapist claim scheduling issues as a reason she couldn’t work with me. It felt like I was on trial. I said, I don’t know, all she said was she had some scheduling crisis and tried to refer me to someone else. I did not like that woman’s attitude. In fact, I just don’t like the attitudes of most of them. Technically, in this country we have a right to refuse things that aren’t serving us well. In an ideal world, I would be allowed to refuse to seek out another therapist and just live my life without one. But when it comes to this particular industry, the “stigma” seems to actually be against people who don’t want the “help”. Saying “Therapy isn’t for me” isn’t acceptable. I have to keep trying, but I have decided to not think about it until at least April 23. This is because if that one lady thought I was ok enough to wait on her that long, then I must be ok enough to just not try to pursue and sort of therapy at all. It’s a relief, actually. Something that’s supposed to help, and it only makes things worse and worse. Why do we have to “check in” with people at all?  Why can’t we just go about our  damn lives