

I never went into therapy expecting for everything to be all roses and rainbows. I’m a big boy and can handle pain, to a point most people find disturbing, including a therapist. I was acquainted with suffering very early on and needed to develop ways to handle it, as I had nobody available and even less capable of helping. I grew up being the weird kid, kept to himself. Not that I did not want to be with others; I just had stuff in my head that completely went over theirs.
Nowadays, going into therapy I expect at least respect for my concerns. Not compassion, nor sorrow, or any demonstration of socially adequate behaviour towards my internal conflicts. I expect an approach that somehow can give me a guidance or a tool to navigate my mind out of the knots it created.
I sincerely hope you can keep going strong in your journey.

None is a concern. In fact, my current therapist has been trying to assess me for autism is a very discreet way and I’ve made my mind on why take such a roundabout way instead of just coming clean.
Again, I have a lot of baggage from a very troubled life; it leaves scars.