Therapy :: my story of insanity. In multiple parts.
☆ I share this wisdom, strength and 'hope' so perhaps someone out there remembers, and has the courage to recover. My 1st therapist was a joke :: this typical Oxford professor type :: who put me on meds in my college years. I lied, manipulated and took him hostage to use them recreationally raving with street drugs... Then I wasn't suicidal. It was to figure out why I hated myself so much. Why my dad hurt&hated me so much.
I didn't know how to 'work' therapy (it ain't about talking about your week, baby...) waste of fucking money & time...
Try to be ok with my sexuality (only picked up drugs n guns @22. Conscripted into the civil war as an army sharpshooter. Understand what that means...
(hierdie moffie plaasjaapie kan beklei, bliksem, skiet en donner).
Thus the nickname. Don't talk bout it. Ever. So much fucking internal / external conflict.
ACT-Up time :: all my friends were hated/ & dying of AIDS. I learnt to grieve & love simultaneously (sex n death) and hate myself.
In rehab my councilor became my therapist :: Joanne Brodie changed my life (she was also an addict sexworker). She was incredible: This was what therapy was :: working through the lust, love of danger, shame and fear, internalized homophobia :: not being tough enough. She taught me to "go there" to go into the darkness, and the light. To find connections between my parents' relationship to me (love & hate) &people I loved... to be honest about myself, my fucked-up-ness... Not be a victim. Not manipulate or hostage take those who cared for me. It kinda workd. Became a drug councilor myself. NA sponsor, years n years clean. Got married to a capab ballet dancer who ironically was the spitting image of curt cobain... and headed an agency. He got into raves n drugs, and I followed (yeah advertising in the 90s!). He took his life (revolver), I lost mine. Lost the plot, crashed cars, robbed convenience stores with rentboy friends, smuggled drugs & ended up in jail and then medicated insane /numb in a lithium-haze, shock therapy asylum to reduce my sentence. Got sexually abused. Haven't been back into therapy. But I crawled from the pit, stopped cocaine. Built some semblance of a life.. i feel like a fraud sometimes though. I crawl from the pit every fucking day. I crave every fucking day.
You guys are young, you're strong. But u don't know everything... drugs (all of em) are insidious. Never forget that. I also thought I knew everything... :: I've lived an incredible creative life, but within constraints. Mine. I delude myself and don't deserve anything worthwhile, that's what it breaks down to I guess...
Please learn from my indulgent, isolated narrow-minded vision :: take every opportunity u given. If yr therapist is good, trust them and do everything they tell you. If they not, fire them and find someone else. Go into a 12 step program. Sponsors make incredible therapy friends.
Yeah I'm a heroin addict, I use minimal amounts every day... i dont do psychmeds or even headache tablets (stoopid ironic control). I'm (apparently) successful, am a gymbunny with a wanna-have aneurysm fetish. I have incredible lovers that i don't get attached to (tho they are definately abusive psychopaths, that's what I deserve right?). Have the illusion of a life :: bike's n cars n a farm. International travel. Creative awards, killer clients & international campaigns (the irony is the guy that designed "open happiness" campaign is fucking miserable. I'm empty. I'm a coward :: when I leave commitment ceremonies I've always overmedicated drunk & overdosed, overdone everything.
It fucking hurts and you guys are the only people in my existence that knows my inner stuff. Im scared of scaring friends off, and rejection...
I should have continued in therapy, stayed in mens group, gotten over my sensitive judged ego, and become emotionally valid. As opposed to invalid. To the world im 'well adjusted', but white-knuckling. I'm reckless, rebellious, a handful. But really im the fucked up fearfull fraud whos wasted all opportunities &is hiding the truth & hoping to kill himself in the next months, if not weeks. You can make therapy a valuable tool & recovery resource.
☆ Find the connections and reasons for your thinking & behaviour, find the triggers...
I hope in some small way you see the love, the lesson.
It works if you work it, work it :: you're worth it...