So today, This Man had my initial meeting with my new therapist. After completing an MMPI exam of about 175 questions just to see if I was sane versus suicidal, normal versus paranoid and if I were any of the former then to what degree. The examination took about 1 hour to complete and if you've ever taken one of these tests what it does is present with a series of true/false questions but throughout the test it may reword the same question 5 different ways, each question measuring to what degree one's mental stablity should be calculated. This Man has taken a similar test with a previous therapist and in that one, she was moreso measuring my progress or whether our meetings had been a waste of time at the government's expense.
The next hour was spent getting to know my therapist who would be the doctor that I would primarily come to for my sessions. She's a soft spoken psychologist and it seemed her favorite color is pink. This Man settled into her office and begin to chat about my past, the present and my hopes for the future. I think she was moreso impressed that, while I'd been in therapy before, I was able to maintain some of the points I learned from my previous therapist. Our session covered my job, my relationships, family life, my siblings and my childhood.
Even This Man was suprised that I was able to open up to her and babble so freely. At one point, she had to change pens because the one she was using to take notes had ran out of ink and This Man was on a roll...she couldn't miss out.
Well, I'll probably see her again next week before I start group sessions and to tell the truth, I'm kind of looking forward to it already.
This Man loves therapy.

Mahalo