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"That's Giving A Stranger Way Too Much Power Over My Brain"

People with anxiety tend to have trust issues, because our anxiety is almost entirely based on our fear of other people. This leads to a ridiculous cycle whereby the more anxious you are, the more afraid you are of confiding to someone for treatment, then the lack of treatment leads to more anxiety. And you can always find someone to confirm your fears.

When I was in high school, someone slipped some LSD into my drink at a party. I had a crazy bad trip that made me question my sanity and the very nature of sanity itself. It caused me problems for months, and I was in desperate need of someone to talk to. I couldn't talk to my parents or teachers (teenagers won't open up even about mundane things, so no, we're not quick to ask mom about our bad acid trip). I didn't have a girlfriend, and my friends all laughed at me like I was some lightweight who couldn't handle his acid. ("Dude freaked out and lost his shit after only a hit and a half of Orange Sunshine! What a fuckin' pussy!")

4

"Therapy Won't Work Because My Problems Are Unique And Special"

We all like to think that we're special and unique, but not so special and unique that we're weird. Human beings have an innate need to be a part of a pack ("We're all in this together!"), yet we also need to feel we are apart from the pack ("Be an individual! Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life!").

3

"I Can Fix Myself!"

I mean, how hard can it be to right the rudder of your own brain? No one knows the intricacies of your own thoughts better than you do, right? Who better to untie all those mental knots that are clogging up your head like that pile of cords behind the console table?

So, um ... how's that going? For me, it went the same way as cleaning the gutters or fixing that crappy gate in the backyard that won't stay shut and keeps letting the dogs out and then they go straight for the neighbor's trash and spread it all over the neighborhood so I have to clean it up at 4 in the morning. Aside from the fact that you can learn a lot by going through your neighbor's garbage ("A lot of baby clothes in here ... but they don't have a baby?"), it just goes to show how even a seemingly routine problem can spiral out of control if left alone.

2

"Therapy Is For Weak, Sad Neurotic Types"

Movies and television didn't help with this one. I remember images of a troubled, sniveling Woody Allen whining to his analyst about his love life. His current status as an alleged sex criminal notwithstanding, the persona Allen crafted for himself in his films throughout the '70s, '80s, and beyond was never a flattering one. We may at times wish we had these characters' shared gift for witty rejoinders and dating women way out of their league, but they were not the kind of people you wanted to model your life after. Fielding Mellish is no Han Solo.

Why would I want to do what that character does? He's a comical mess. He needs therapy to even make sense of his own existence, or his neuroses would have him jumping off a roof.

It's not like Allen was the only one. Comedians would constantly talk about therapy and how much their lives are a disaster. From their point of view, maybe they think they're destigmatizing it. "See? I can make fun of my anxiety, so you shouldn't be ashamed of yours." But at the same time, they weren't portraying it as admirable or heroic. It's not like finding out Han Solo suffers from anxiety. (Note: He kind of does.)

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"The Therapist Will Think I'm A Whiny Asshole!"

I've heard it said on numerous occasions that if one were to take a shit and not turn around and look at their turds before flushing, this is a clear indication that person is a psychopath. I'm not sure which giant of the psychological community first posited this flawless mental health diagnostic tool (Carl Jung perhaps? A random kid in my gym class?), but I'm pretty sure you won't find it in the DSM.

Still, it's hard to escape the idea that there are simple markers that would tell an expert I'm worthless. I imagined my hypothetical therapist recoiling in horror at every single thing I said. "Wow, that dude is way fucked up. What an asshole." Obviously it's a very bad therapist who would do that, but more importantly, it wouldn't matter if they did.

Jean Paul Sartre famously wrote in his famously misinterpreted play No Exit that "Hell is other people." The idea is that our perception of ourselves comes from how we think other people must see us. Think of it this way: If you were all alone in the Universe and had no image or concept of how you appeared or were regarded, would you still excuse yourself after you farted? Would you still wear a T-shirt in the swimming pool? Or wear a shirt at all? Would you eat with utensils? Would you comb your hair?

No. Everything we do, we do because we are capable of imagining ourselves through the eyes of other people. The problem is that our worst internal thoughts don't get exposed to others, so there's never that feedback system to give us a clear picture of what's going on. This is why people can follow the exact same cycle of anxiety-driven behaviors for years without recognizing it's even a pattern.