So, I’ve been in physical therapy for 6 months now. My physical therapist is very lovely and kind of exemplifies everything I have missed in my own mother. Now, mind you, I don’t know her much outside of the couple hours a day I see her but… I can just tell she’s what I need. I actually get jealous when she’s with other patients while I’m there! Of course I don’t let on to my freaky obsession with this. I’m sure that would lead to very uncomfortable sessions. I’m nice, I’m cheerful, I’m talkative. I try to play it like I’m sane.
The issue I’m having is that my PT may be over, soon. Like, next week maybe. I’m having issues coping with this. I’m pretty much in denial and trying not to think about it but I know that’s not healthy.
I guess the point of my post is, if you’ve ever felt like this before with someone. A therapist, a doctor, a teacher, etc. Whatever… you’re not alone. It’s also pretty damn normal for us BPDs. I’m not sure how to deal with it but I’m just writing to let you know.