u/nothowyoupronounceit

I love knitting. Knitting is life! I don’t ever get bored of it.

That being said, my therapist suggested I pick up additional hobbies to “keep my brain as busy as possible”. She made a few suggestions, none of them really appealed to me. I thought this might be a good community to ask and could lead to an interesting discussion!

My current other hobbies include reading and doing my own nails. What do you like to do besides knitting?

Hope this is allowed!!

Yesterday my husband and I were (VERY playfully) in a “fight” (no raised voices, just being funny and snarky) and he jumped off the couch, tilted me on my side, and pretended to spank me a few times (feigned hard spanks but did not hurt). I was smiling and laughing but said “ow! Ow!” Our 18 month old watched the whole thing and as the spanking progressed she just lost it. Tears, red faced, the whole nine. I immediately jumped up and comforted her and told her we were joking, but she doesn’t get that yet of course. Took me a minute to calm her down and probably 5 minutes before she would go to her daddy. He is the sweetest, best husband and dad so it was not fun to watch her be scared of him.

Anyway, whoops…I hope she’s not traumatized and no more fake hitting 😖

I hope this is allowed. Idk what flair to use, I’m sorry.

Two weeks ago I was in the middle of a depressive episode. My therapist was useless. I could tell she was panicking as I sobbed to her over our zoom call. She ended the session early as usual. It was the final straw for me with her, the sessions were not benefitting me.

No big deal. I’ve had a couple of great therapists in the past, I know they are out there. I call the helpline and get booked with someone new.

Our session lasted 12 minutes before I ended it. She asked what happened during my most recent episode and I told her: I’d threatened committing su*cide for attention (I know it’s a terrible thing to do, I don’t excuse it and I told her I was embarrassed). She then told me that she was not equipped to deal with people who were “bipolar and were threatening hurting themselves”. The helpline had selected her for me because she had bipolar listed as a specialty area. When I mentioned this to her she said “yes, but the su*cide threats makes this very specific and I don’t deal with those situations”. I felt immediately judged and small. I’d done a terrible thing, and it turns out it was so terrible a therapist was basically turning me away. She kind of switched gears and started asking more questions about the situation, but I could feel myself tearing up over the things she’d said. Instead of answering her last question, I said “I don’t see the point in continuing if you don’t think you can even help me.” She said “ok, I respect that” and I left the meeting.

I’ve already called the helpline again and asked for a new therapist. I couldn’t stop crying on the phone.

I feel like I’ll never live this mistake down.

Two weeks ago I was in the middle of a depressive episode. My therapist was useless. I could tell she was panicking as I sobbed to her over our zoom call. She ended the session early as usual. It was the final straw for me with her, the sessions were not benefitting me.

No big deal. I’ve had a couple of great therapists in the past, I know they are out there. I call the helpline and get booked with someone new.

Our session lasted 12 minutes before I ended it. She asked what happened during my most recent episode and I told her: I’d threatened committing su*cide for attention (I know it’s a terrible thing to do, I don’t excuse it and I told her I was embarrassed). She then told me that she was not equipped to deal with people who were “bipolar and were threatening hurting themselves”. The helpline had selected her for me because she had bipolar listed as a specialty area. When I mentioned this to her she said “yes, but the su*cide threats makes this very specific and I don’t deal with those situations”. I felt immediately judged and small. I’d done a terrible thing, and it turns out it was so terrible a therapist was basically turning me away. She kind of switched gears and started asking more questions about the situation, but I could feel myself tearing up over the things she’d said. Instead of answering her last question, I said “I don’t see the point in continuing if you don’t think you can even help me.” She said “ok, I respect that” and I left the meeting.

I’ve already called the helpline again and asked for a new therapist. I couldn’t stop crying on the phone.

I feel like I’ll never live this mistake down.

This happened probably 2 months ago but I’m still thinking about it.

I was standing in line at the pharmacy and the lady behind me saw my WIP (Moby sweater for my husband) sticking out of my bag and asked about it. I pulled it out to show her, I’m pretty proud of it. Finished with the body except for the ribbing. She said her mother used to knit and complimented my work. Then she said the funniest thing: “you should learn to crochet instead! Knitting is more masculine to me.” I keep wondering what she meant by that and wishing I’d asked, but I just said “huh!” and left it lol.

Edit: thanks for the award! Wow!