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Whistea
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- Jul 29, 2022
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I thought I'd try to visit a self-help group from some completely deluded thought, that it might help me and boy did it suck, haha.
I could make out two main issues:
1) I could not relate to anyone there. I thought I might meet likeminded people there, people who are as fucked up as me. But I did not get that feeling at all. One dude seriously wanted sympathy because he can't stop spending money. And not in a way that would seriously harm him, that would be somewhat understandable, he just makes a fuckton of money and then spends most of it on luxury goods. And I'm supposed to... feel bad for him? "Bohoo, I spend your entire monthly income on playing cards alone ". Poor you. Another guy talked about an alcohol issue and I thought to myself "Oh wow, I actually might have something in common with him." So I asked him straight up if he was an alcoholic and he said formerly, he used to drink two beers a day. And fuck me, maybe I'm too detached from reality, but two beers don't make you a problem drinker.
I probably come off as very insensitive at this point, everybody got their own issues and all that, but I did not feel anyone there was even remotely as far gone as me.
2) There was no sort of moderator/instructor who made sure everyone was able to get a word in. I don't know how it usually goes, but I assumed a session like this was a group dialogue of sorts. But after a short introduction, pretty much for 95% of the time there were just two people talking. And it didn't even feel like they were talking to the group, they talked to each other, while the rest of us were just used as background characters or decoration. If you interjected or made a comment, they acknowledged it quickly, but didn't gave you the word, they just kept talking.
I was really, really glad I got a phone call right when I had about enough, so I had an excuse to fuck off. And I was glad I drank something beforehand, otherwise I would've taken it way worse, now it's just a "Eh, whatever, I already knew it would suck."
I'm aware it was just one bad experience, maybe another day or another group would've been better yada yada, but I'm genuinely way beyond the point where I have the motivation and energy to try something a dozen times, with the 1% chance that it'll get better.
Did any of you visit a self-help group and if yes, did it help you at all? Any funky stories, you'd like to share?
I could make out two main issues:
1) I could not relate to anyone there. I thought I might meet likeminded people there, people who are as fucked up as me. But I did not get that feeling at all. One dude seriously wanted sympathy because he can't stop spending money. And not in a way that would seriously harm him, that would be somewhat understandable, he just makes a fuckton of money and then spends most of it on luxury goods. And I'm supposed to... feel bad for him? "Bohoo, I spend your entire monthly income on playing cards alone ". Poor you. Another guy talked about an alcohol issue and I thought to myself "Oh wow, I actually might have something in common with him." So I asked him straight up if he was an alcoholic and he said formerly, he used to drink two beers a day. And fuck me, maybe I'm too detached from reality, but two beers don't make you a problem drinker.
I probably come off as very insensitive at this point, everybody got their own issues and all that, but I did not feel anyone there was even remotely as far gone as me.
2) There was no sort of moderator/instructor who made sure everyone was able to get a word in. I don't know how it usually goes, but I assumed a session like this was a group dialogue of sorts. But after a short introduction, pretty much for 95% of the time there were just two people talking. And it didn't even feel like they were talking to the group, they talked to each other, while the rest of us were just used as background characters or decoration. If you interjected or made a comment, they acknowledged it quickly, but didn't gave you the word, they just kept talking.
I was really, really glad I got a phone call right when I had about enough, so I had an excuse to fuck off. And I was glad I drank something beforehand, otherwise I would've taken it way worse, now it's just a "Eh, whatever, I already knew it would suck."
I'm aware it was just one bad experience, maybe another day or another group would've been better yada yada, but I'm genuinely way beyond the point where I have the motivation and energy to try something a dozen times, with the 1% chance that it'll get better.
Did any of you visit a self-help group and if yes, did it help you at all? Any funky stories, you'd like to share?