#self-disclosure

[timetravelingsherlockian]

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[notesfromatherapist]

Notes on self-disclosure from The Gift of Therapy by Irvin D. Yalom, M.D. (chapters 25-32):

“It is counterproductive for the therapist to remain opaque and hidden from the patient. There is every reason to reveal oneself to the patient and no good reason for concealment.”

“Though individuals are likely to have had experience with intense relationships, it is highly unlikely that they have been in a relationship requiring them to trust fully, to reveal all, to hold nothing back, to examine the nuances of their feelings to another, and to receive nonjudgmental acceptance.”

“Transparency should not be pursued for its own sake.”

“If patients want to know whether I am married, have children, liked a certain movie, read a certain book, or felt awkward at our meeting at some social event, I always answer them directly. Why not? What’s the big deal? How can one have a genuine encounter with another person while remaining so opaque?”

“Many patients begin therapy feeling unique in their wretchedness... self-disclosure... provides a ‘welcome to the human race’ experience...”

“Those who desire magic, mystery, and authority are loath to look beneath the trappings of the therapist. They are much comforted by the thought that there is a wise and omniscient figure to help them. More than one of my patients have invoked the metaphor of the Wizard of Oz to describe their preference for the happy belief that the therapist knows the way home--a clear, sure path out of pain. By no means do they want to look behind the curtain and see a lost and confused faux-wizard.”

[icemftmm]

Self-disclosure: During the next couple of days I have to make a decision which could be crucial to the way I get to live the rest of my life. This whole next year will be so important and I am panicking right now, because I am not sure how to play it and I may end ruining it all... F**k!

/Not that I am looking for advice. I am just saying.../

[lilcuddlewhore]

Anger.

I've been trying to figure out who I'm angry at. What I'm angry at. It's been bugging me, you know? Because so much has been going on, so many players, so many frustrations, that it's unclear to me.

Some days I'm angry at my ex-DD.

Some days I'm angry at poly.

Some days I'm angry at his wife.

Some days I'm angry at Love.

Some days I'm angry at myself.

Some days I'm angry at my lack of patience. My desperation. My longing. My heart that can't seem to stop aching or loving. My willingness to let others take from me without giving to me in return. My inability to stand up for myself.

Some days. I'm angry at my body. That hasn't been able to do this one thing. My body that hasn't followed the rules, that has been spiteful and disagreeable and uncooperative.

Some days I'm angry at the choices I make. The avenues I take. The things I say yes to in excitement and with vigor. The things I put on hold.

But, I've realized. Today. That I'm angry at this thing inside me. That I prepared for. That I waited for. That I prayed for. That I took my time to set up for. For all my efforts, it seems that I'm destined to be let down by the things and people I put my faith in. It had one job. Grow. I would do the rest, my body would do the rest, life would do the rest.

I am so angry. I am furious.

And I'm so empty.

[intimatesuggestions]

the deeper my knowledge of you, the deeper my love for you

[farmer-v]

Self-Disclosure Online  / Post 2

I’ve been thinking lately about the ways that internet and technology have affected human socialization. Too often I meet people that find it hard to communicate with others face-to-face because they are so used to communicating via text messaging, social media, etc.

Most folks growing up in modern American culture are not taught how to cope with intense emotions, social isolation, psychological trauma, or other hardships that affect how we interact with others. Thus, it makes sense that the internet has become an outlet for many people experiencing trouble in their life.

I personally was not taught these things and I didn’t realize until adulthood how my lack of communication about my feelings and desires was affecting my relationships. This realization made me think back to my internet activity as a young teenager. I was willing to share my deepest, darkest emotions to strangers online (those following my Tumblr), yet completely unable to express the trouble I was going through to anyone around me. Perhaps it was easier to write things down, edit them, and send them out (seemingly) into the abyss of cyberspace than to unload that emotional baggage onto others in person. I didn’t know how common this form of online self-disclosure was until quite recently.

While I think that there is certainly a limit to the extent of self-disclosure online, I don’t necessarily think it is a bad thing. It can often help you connect with others who are having the same experiences and may not be willing or able to share them with the people around them. The problems come when internet use becomes a barrier to face-to-face communication. It is important to reach out to people in your life even when it seems difficult. The more secretive and selectively-presented persona of online users can often lead to being taken advantage of or to disclosing too much information about yourself.

As I’ve grown and learned more about myself, I now find it both inappropriate and unnecessary to self-disclose personal information online. I still enjoy sharing my passions and occasional tribulations with those who follow my blog, but I have gained the communication skills to share deeper things with my offline support system. Ultimately, I think others should try to do the same.

[floralmarsupial]

Some super loose refs I’ve been working during breaks, of Karkat and Dave as they age in the highschool au.

[floralmarsupial]

I finally got my new computer set up (aka got my digital drawing back) and the first thing I did was make the least romantic Davekat Valentines art ever.