The question has been raised by several readers as to whether or not I’m in therapy, and if I’m not, would I consider therapy?
The short answer is: no.
The slightly longer answer is: hell no.
It’s not that I’m against psychiatrists and the whole “head shrinking” industry– I just don’t think it would be a value added service for me.
I’m quite used to figuring things out by myself. I’m not convinced paying a stranger to listen to my petty concerns (which would undoubtedly be distorted by my own “truth lens”) and then having the person say “Interesting, and how do you feel about that?” would be of much benefit.
overanalyze things on my own. I dissect and investigate (I’m a materials engineer, it’s what I do). I use a myriad of tools to help me prioritize and problem solve. And I self medicate through exercise endorphins and the occasional chocolate binge.
I didn’t really have a traumatic childhood. I don’t have abnormal trust or abandonment issues. I don’t have depression, manic-depression, OCD, or any crippling phobias. I managed to survive middle school and high school, go to college, pay off student loans, get myself set up with a good job and a great condo, and surround myself with music to keep my soul filled.
In short, I’m a fairly typical, single gay American male who has good days and bad days, but experiences fair winds and following seas 95% of the time.
And this blog sometimes is a way for me to process things, like the 5% of the time I run into minor squalls.
Besides, blogging is mostly about attention, right? If I wrote about my typical days, who would wanna read that shit?
So for the time being, I plan to keep sailing through life much as I have been, and making course-corrections as needed.