This is a series in which I talk about my experience with DBT. I am not naming any names or institutions that the therapy is associated with. I am not a professional in this field, this is all purely based on my experience and impressions. If you are interested in DBT or other therapies, please talk about it to a medical professional.
So… I’ve been put into a therapy group. I know, I can’t believe it either.
I was told by my psychiatrist that DBT, or Dialectical Behavioral Therapy, would probably benefit me more than medication could. I was skeptical. I’d been a part of group therapy before, and I hated it. Absolutely detested it. In fact, not even a month after I finished my first group therapy course with flying colors at 16, I ended up getting hospitalized. It didn’t help whatsoever.
Expressing these concerns earned me a chuckle from my psychiatrist.
“Maybe you just weren’t ready to be a part of group therapy. Do you think you’re in a different place than you were when you were 16?”
“Do you think you still have trouble handling intense emotions and distress?”
I mean… I do.
“Are you trying your hardest to develop the ability to deal with those emotions?”
“Then why not give it a go? It can’t hurt to try.”
I guess not. Maybe the difference between me and the person I was five years ago is that I am actually willing to get better. Back then, I found those sessions insulting to my intelligence. I had certain ideas of grandeur back then, that I knew everything and that therapists were just over-qualified life coaches. I couldn’t be fixed, I thought.
Now I’m an adult… I guess? It’s hard to say.
Nonetheless, I agreed. I applied, and I got in.
Turns out, DBT is nothing like I thought it would be. I’m going to be completely frank and absolutely transparent as I journal MY experience with DBT, my highs and lows, and whether or not it might be right for you.
This is my first week in DBT. Spoiler, it wasn’t what I was expecting..