Have any of you been to Group Therapy? No? Yes? Isn't a gas?! I've been to Group Therapy a few times and it appears that once you've been a bunch, you become a seasoned Group Therapy veteran and can therefore refer to Group Therapy as just "Group." I guess in some circles it's pretty cool. Your friends will ask, "Hey, what do you have going tonight?" and you'll say, "I've got Group," then your friend will respond with an envious "Lucky!"
Those who go to Group are so lucky!
Do you wanna to hear about my Group experience? It went something like this: I was seriously depressed. As in, depressed in a serious kind of way. Jimmy, the EX, insisted that my depression was ruining our marriage, and demanded that I get some help via therapy. Jimmy was very much the insisting and demanding type. Going along with what he insisted and demanded was much easier than not, so I looked into it. Group Therapy was cheaper than the one-on-one therapy, so I signed up for Group Therapy.
I made it three whole months. I think Group was held once a week, but can't rightly remember. I was thrown into a bunch that included (but wasn't limited to) a crack addict, a girl who couldn't quit gnawing on her own flesh, one who needed a blankey in public for security, and a tender soul who had been gang raped at age 17, by an actual gang. She even had the tattooed tear drops to prove it.
The girls in that group had some serious issues. Life threatening, can't get out of bed, hold a job type issues. I, on the other hand, was together enough to make it to work every day. Hell, work was a vacation. And that's when it dawned on me. After three months of listening to the horrific past of each of the group attendees, and getting more depressed in the process, it became crystal clear that I was depressed because I was married to a drug addict with a girlfriend.
Duh. I'm not so quick.
So answer this for me... how beneficial is this group therapy thing anyway? I mean, it seemed that the girls eventually got into the process of one-upping each other, to see who could appear the most cracker-brained. Mostly, we'd just sit around and talk. And talk. And talk and talk and talk and talk. It didn't seem like anyone was getting anywhere and I fer sure didn't see the facilitator-psychologist-lady dish out an coping skills. So, at what point in this therapy process do you take your current issue and declare the ramblings as enough? When do you decide to leave it behind, quit talking about it, and move on? My opinion is that excessive talk about disturbances has a tendency to make things boil over and explode.
Sometimes I refer to my group runs as Group Therapy. It's the best group therapy there is. We run a few miles, release some endorphins, and talk about stuff. More often than thrice, we've solved the world's biggest problems, unraveled disciplinary tactics for parenting, designed a prank or two, and brainstormed ways to help those in the group who are smack-dab in the middle of a crisis. On these runs, we declare our brotherly love back 'n forth like a bunch of drunks.
It's great fun. It's my new Group.