My specific discontent with my neuropsychologist is providing impetus to expand and look in more directions for input and ways to progress. That’s working to my advantage, because it’s easier to move on to the next level, when what used to work… doesn’t anymore.
For work situations and professional interpersonal challenges, they can be very helpful.
But in everyday personal connections and relationship matters, not so much.
In the ways they are helpful to me, they have been indispensable.
And in the ways they are NOT helpful to me, they have also been indispensable. Their limitations are forcing me to branch out and seek additional input and help elsewhere.
Which is good. Because there is a whole new emerging world of “brain hacking” that is too “fringe” for them to consider seriously. They almost can’t consider it, because to do so would compromise their professional reputation and put them at risk for losing everything they have worked so hard to build up. They’re a sitting member of a very important organization, so they have to be conservative and avoid any appearances of quackery.
Anyway, I’m digging into new approaches with literally modifying my brain’s wiring and addressing issues that I’ve had for a long, long time. I’m looking at ways of getting metrics on what fundamental deficits I have — and yes, they are deficits, not just difficulties or differences.
They are deficits, and I’m tired of putting them in terms that make them easier to live with and accept. I am tired of accepting my limitations and just putting up with them. And I may have found a way to actually address them at a fundamental, organic, structural way.
More on the Feuerstein Method later.
For now, it’s time for me to be functional and cut this blog post short. I need to get to work, because I’m ending the day early for an appointment with another counselor I see for family / pain / health issues. This counselor poses a completely different set of challenges for me, and it’s actually good practice for me to critically assess what they tell me and figure out if I agree with them, or not. A lot of times, I don’t, and it really tweaks me. It puts me in a foul mood.
Today I want to do things differently. And so I shall.