My Experience With Group Therapy: Part 1
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I reached out to my Mental Health Trust, again, in the hopes of getting support for a different aspect of my mental health problems. Instead of trying to get help for my anxiety disorders like last time, I sort help for my borderline personality disorder (BPD). This was because I’d made a lot of progress on my own with my anxiety disorders, no thanks to my one-to-one therapy (My Experience With One-To-One Therapy).
I wanted to do something about the problems I have with relationships, whereby I was unable to be in a relationship longer than two months. Every time I was in a relationship I would be unable to stand the thought or touch of the person I was seeing. But for some reason, this issue would disappear after I broke up with them.
At this point, I’d only had one relationship that had lasted longer than 2-3 months. But even with my current partner, which is now my longest relationship, has had to contend with this problem of being disgusted by their touch. It’s also not an easy discussion to have with someone when trying to explain that the thought of them touching you makes your skin crawl.
This response I keep having, which seems to come from nowhere, is a horribly lonely issue (for years I chose to avoid relationships so I could avoid this problem) . An issue that is made worse by trying to explain it to someone who loves you.
Anyway, I was offered a place in a group for BPD called ‘Mentalisation’ and enrolled on a trial version of the group to see if I’d like it. This was a six-week trial. Spoiler, I didn’t.
I tried the mentalisation group because it was the only treatment option they would offer me: I’m willing to try anything when it comes to treatment before I make a judgement about it.
Clients are meant to be involved in choosing their treatments, but you can’t make a treatment choice if theirs only one option. This would become a pattern with my Mental Health Trust and is against the spirit of the NICE guidelines.
The mentalisation group really didn’t work out for me. I just didn’t click with it at all. This resulted in me feeling very frustrated, bored, and resentful for being there. Whenever the group was involved in talking about something, I’d just sit there with my mind entertaining me with random music, noises, and tunes. At the same time, time seemed to have stopped moving forward. It was an agony of boredom, frustration, and resentment that seemed to last forever. I couldn’t take it.
To make matters worse, the art part of the group made these feelings more unpleasant. We had to draw pictures and then collectively talk about what we drew and why. Then the other clients had to talk about what they saw in each other’s drawings and why. I found this deeply patronising and better suited to treating children or adults with learning difficulties. I have no problem with articulating what I need to say, in as much detail as required, so I didn’t see the point in doing this art part and discussing what they all meant.
I’ve not needed to talk about my past or my feelings in years, I had to work through all my issues and my past in order to stop myself self-harming, stop being suicidal, and stop being an insomniac (Insomnia). Because of that, there was no benefit for me to talk about my problems unless we were going to talk about how to overcome them. What I needed was something more solution orientated.
So I dropped out of the group because I couldn’t take the agony of being there, it was like Chinese water torture for me. There were just no upsides for me being there.
I did return for the post-trial meeting with the facilitators, however, which would normally be used to discuss moving on to the proper group. But for me, this was to discuss options: which were either do this group or be discharged, and so I was discharged.
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Unwanted Life readers.