vava
Newbie
- MBTI
- INFJ
Hi everyone,
First time for me to post. I’m French so I’m sorry if there is a lot of mistakes in my writing. I’m writing to have your insight an encounter I had with my therapist. I tend to overthink and overanalyze every single thing. And since I’m always right with my intuitions I tend to think that my judgment are true too. Which mostly not the case.
I’m an unhealthy INFJ (difficult childhood, unfortunate encounters as a young adult…). Now I’m trying to fix everything by meeting a therapist. It’s really helping but I feel like he really dislikes me. Last time I met him I was talking about that NGO I’m starting to help pregnant women and newborn babies… I was talking about my fear of not seeing the project come through and how stressful it was. He asked why I wanted to do it myself instead of passing the idea to a more robust organization. I replied, “I don’t want to lose the…” that when he interrupted me like “the credit, the adulation?” I was about to say “the vision”. His comment of me just killed me. He’s been knowing me for more than two months, why I am a heartless, egotistic fool to his eyes. Is it the projection I give of myself or am I overreading his comment? My bet is that I never talk about the people I intend to help, only about how it will be a chance for me to work on something I like and finally use my diplomas. I talk a lot about feeling like my professional life is a failure because I have two master’s degree and a PhD by I work as an accountant assistant because until recently I didn’t know what to with my life. That project gave me the purpose I was looking for. And I never talk about the pains I’m trying to easy because I don’t want to think about others’ pain.
Few years ago I worked as a legal advisor for asylum seekers and it just drained me. I resigned and it took me almost a year to stop thinking about some of the awful situation some of them went through, just stop thinking about them and dreaming/having nightmares about their stories. I thought that maybe I should but some distance between other feelings, others experience and mine. Did I but so much distance that now it looks like I don’t care? But how can I deeply care about babies, innocent women dying and keep my sanity?
First time for me to post. I’m French so I’m sorry if there is a lot of mistakes in my writing. I’m writing to have your insight an encounter I had with my therapist. I tend to overthink and overanalyze every single thing. And since I’m always right with my intuitions I tend to think that my judgment are true too. Which mostly not the case.
I’m an unhealthy INFJ (difficult childhood, unfortunate encounters as a young adult…). Now I’m trying to fix everything by meeting a therapist. It’s really helping but I feel like he really dislikes me. Last time I met him I was talking about that NGO I’m starting to help pregnant women and newborn babies… I was talking about my fear of not seeing the project come through and how stressful it was. He asked why I wanted to do it myself instead of passing the idea to a more robust organization. I replied, “I don’t want to lose the…” that when he interrupted me like “the credit, the adulation?” I was about to say “the vision”. His comment of me just killed me. He’s been knowing me for more than two months, why I am a heartless, egotistic fool to his eyes. Is it the projection I give of myself or am I overreading his comment? My bet is that I never talk about the people I intend to help, only about how it will be a chance for me to work on something I like and finally use my diplomas. I talk a lot about feeling like my professional life is a failure because I have two master’s degree and a PhD by I work as an accountant assistant because until recently I didn’t know what to with my life. That project gave me the purpose I was looking for. And I never talk about the pains I’m trying to easy because I don’t want to think about others’ pain.
Few years ago I worked as a legal advisor for asylum seekers and it just drained me. I resigned and it took me almost a year to stop thinking about some of the awful situation some of them went through, just stop thinking about them and dreaming/having nightmares about their stories. I thought that maybe I should but some distance between other feelings, others experience and mine. Did I but so much distance that now it looks like I don’t care? But how can I deeply care about babies, innocent women dying and keep my sanity?