How do you feel about group therapy? Do you get anything out of it, or is it just a drain?
I’m debating blowing off group and hiding in my room. Everything is fuzzy, like constant white noise in my head. I don’t have anything I would want to share anyways, or at least nothing positive.
I like group therapy.
It makes my symptoms flare up a bit, because I become more aware of them since I have to talk about them.
BUT.
It helps in other ways. I find it very helpful to be in a room with people who are going through the same things as me, and to be able to share coping techniques with each other.
It’s also very comforting to be reassured that I’m not the only one with those problems, and that at least there are some people who won’t look at me like I’m nuts if I talk about it.
I don’t like groups where you talk about your problems. I do like groups where you learn coping or living skills. I was recently invited into a trauma group, had to pass on that. I couldn’t handle the idea of talking about my traumas in such an open forum, I would have felt too vulnerable. I take those things out only when super safe to do so. Talk about triggering, I don’t know how people cope with a group like that. Brave people I guess.
Every time I was in group I was too paranoid to say anything and I was in group with PTSD patients not psychotic patients so I never got anything out of it.
I have been thinking of trying NAMI meetings but they are from 7 pm to 830 pm and I like to go to bed at 8 so I have never gone to one.
I did the day treatment thing with group. Sucked. Everyone was b***ing about nothing. One person said there are folks here so sick they should be in a hospital. I was the only one with a blanket over my head and didn’t say more than five words. I wonder who she was talking about?
I like it. Just an opportunity to talk with people Irl.
N to vent to people Irl. In terms of coping skills it didn’t go very far but some very useful ideas some times.
My group has a lot of sz folks, which is pretty cool. But I’m the youngest person there by about 10 years, and most people are quite a bit older than that. It’s nice to see older folks coping, definitely gives me hope. But I feel bad because it pretty much guarantees I’m the furthest behind in my treatment/recovery/whatever.
Last weekend, I spilled soda all over the couch, spilled a 90 day supply of meds into a wet, open sink, and dropped a brand new open bottle of probiotics all over the bathroom floor.
It was nice to have a soundtrack to sing along with while I was pondering the likelihood of that I was developing some kind of neurological disorder.