I started psychology courses a short while ago, in hopes of continuing my way into becoming a trauma therapist or advocate.
Both the school and mentors warned me that it can get messy. As in, I will probably learn things that make me have a few existential crises. One commented: "Well, if you cried once this week that's actually pretty good!"
What I did NOT anticipate was trying to address these big emotions stemming from childhood trauma and some major, but unspoken, falling outs with my parents aaaaand getting disowned. Hooooly shit. In a way, I always knew the risk of saying anything. It's why I didn't as a kid, and then as an adult, but becoming a Mom made it harder and harder to keep quiet.
But damn. Like. It was within minutes of saying anything. Even my partner was locked out of almost everything.
I know there's a stereotype that certain therapists tend to be estranged children, but uh. Damn. That was no joke.
