Not My Cup of Tea, [Not That I Drink A Lot Of Tea]

So today I was dragged to therapy for the first time since I was 1o. I know I have issues, but talking about them to someone who doesn't know me from Eve has never been my first choice of how to solve these problems. But April insisted, and she's so cute, so I gave in.
And so I found myself sitting across a badly organized table, talking to one Linda Shope. Now, its rather ironic that I don't like psychologists, since I'm almost certain that I will at least minor in psychology. The way that I am, I can't allow myself to go to a psychologist until I completely understand how psychology works, which is part of the reason that I am taking psychology this year. My parents joke that I took it so I could figure out what the hell is wrong with me. This was one of my incentives for taking the course, the other being that Zimmerman was the teacher!
I haven't had the best experience with the field of psychology though. My parents brought me to a psychologist when I was 1o, and I basically ended up telling the guy to go fuck himself. I was very clear to him: I won't let you test me until I test you. So whenever he would ask me anything, I demanded that he answer the question first. Now, a psychologist isn't really going to take this from a silly 10 year old child, and so he refused... and so did I.
Ms. Shope was not a horrible psychologist. Since I was only with her for an hour, it would be completely unfair of me to judge her in any way. She seems like a genuinely nice woman, and she came off as passionate, yet methodical in what she did. But I am not one to talk freely about my personal life, epically to those I don't know.
I am a pretty social person, but I don't allow myself to talk emotionally about myself to very many people. I'm much better at fixing other people's problems than my own. The way I grew up, we deal with things by pushing them to the back of our minds, and then freaking out over something insignificant, like the day's dinner, or how the laundry isn't done. I am so thankful for those around me who allow me to be myself, and to work out my crazy self with them.
Kait Brennan - you are the only person who really allows me to have full emotional release. THANK YOU!
I am also soooo sooo sooo sooo sooo x a million!!!!! thankful for April, [I love you.] Without people like this in my life, I can honestly say, I don't know if I'd be here to write this blog. My friends are my psychologists. They may not know anything about psychology at all, but they know me. They know how I work and they know the things that are going on in my life. And they know how to get me through all the crazy. [Plus, I don't have to pay a million dollars to have someone tell me I'm crazy!]
A lot of people have suggested I get a psychologist of my own. I know they are worried, and I know that in their situation, I would most likely offer the same idea. But that's just not how I work. Maybe one day I'll be able to diagnose all of the crazy disorders that I have, and maybe even "fix" myself. But until then, I'll just pray for better coping skills, and the continued support of my peoples.
O yeah.. and a Starbucks shop of my very own ^^