I had my first therapy appointment today. First of all, why do they need to ask you if you are married? have ever been married? have children? been convicted of a crime? Do illegal drugs? Drink Alcohol? I felt like I was being judged. Maybe it's just me, probably is. I felt uncomfortable in the waiting room with other people there. I clammed up a bit when he asked me why I was here. Oh geeezzzz, where do I start? Well, I did start with my FM, and he was familiar with it, but not really. He asked me if there was anything that I have EVER done in the past, that has helped me with my FM, I told him back in 2000 when I was walking an hour in my local park, that helped a bit. BUT, I can no longer do that, I can't walk at a steady pace for more than 10 minutes now without suffering the consequences. He wanted me to try to walk everyday for a few minutes. I apologized and said "I can't do that", if I'm not being honest, what is the point, right? He said he was going to do research on FM, and I have another appointment in two weeks. I honestly don't expect to "feel" better after one session, I am being realistic, but I felt very awkward and I felt more down after I left. He wanted to know how I felt emotionally the past few weeks, well, again I was being honest. I felt alone, don't fit in, and I felt that my friends, co-workers, other people in general have more than I do, and I don't have anything. He didn't dismiss me, but he looked at me in a surprised kind of way. I regret telling him that, but again, what is the point if I can't be honest, right? I am not putting down this appointment, it was only the first one. I was in pain while sitting there, and I didn't get very good sleep the night before either, nobody's fault, just the way it is. When I told him I didn't have anything, he said to me "well how did you get here" you drove right? Again, he wasn't being mean, but I knew what he was getting at, it didn't make me feel better or worse, just "there". I'm not venting, just needed to post my feelings this first time. Hugs, Chelz.