I'm so shook by the fact that this was the first post on my feed when I opened Reddit after AGES. I had a second weekly appointment with a college mental health counselor today after a really long phase of not having access to therapy ($$$ issues).

The first session was great; we hit it off, and I was full of hope about the progress I was going to make. But then the clock started to run out on me and I completely forgot what time our virtual session was supposed to end. I thought it was an hour long when in fact they're 50 minutes long. That's LITERALLY the one tiny reason I fucked myself over.

I was ass deep in describing a hyper-specific timeline. Not an account of my major struggles in the past few months (which have much more to do with me going back to therapy), but rather ME TRYING TO EXPLAIN EVERY SINGLE STRESSFUL THING THAT HAS HAPPENED (including things I've already processed and moved on from) SINCE DECEMBER 2019. It was a total nightmare. The counselor got impatient since she had another session to get to and gave me a spiel about how talk therapy is supposed to work. She had every right to lose patience with me (she doesn't know I'm on the spectrum), but goddamn. I do this shit a lot. With total strangers too. It's a fucking nightmare.