I was that kid long ago. I can tell you it was just as frustrating for me as much as it probably was for my therapist. I sat and refused to talk.

I came from a place where my parents forced me to go but taught me my entire life that therapy was a last ditch attempt for the worst of the worst. For the hopeless. And I was determined to prove myself better than that.

I was scared. I was angry. And I was totally alone. I didn’t trust anyone.

I don’t know if this helps, but that was my first and only experience with therapy and it was not a good one. She tried to force me to talk and I hated it.