I had been to a psychologist earlier in my life, before my CFS symptoms started. When CFS came along, it took two years for me to get a diagnosis of CFS. Every single doctor I saw - primary care, neuro, endo, rheum, etc. - all suggested it was a psychosomatic disorder, something I vehemently disagreed with, so I resisted CBT in the beginning, and focused on physical therapy. Every time I left the physical therapist I was in more pain in a larger area than when I entered. This was on two separate occasions, for two months each. It was literally hurting me and making it harder to function, so I stopped. Under increasing pressure from my doctors and family, I returned to my psychologist that I had established a good relationship with and enjoyed talking to. One of the first things he said was: "This sounds like a physical problem. Unless you need to talk about it, I don't think there's anything else I can do." Family was NOT happy to hear that, so I tried two other psychologists. The first one told me to go to church. The second one tried to... cure? me with sunglasses that flashed lights in your eyes. At that point I put my foot down. No more BS psychologists wasting my parents' money when I already knew what I could expect from therapy, and knew they couldn't do diddly. Eventually I found a neuroimmune specialist with experience treating CFS who confirmed the diagnosis. For a while, her recommended treatment plan was working. I felt more active, less pain, less flu-like symptoms, etc. But then I tried to exercise... Basic upper body strength exercises. 1 set, 5-10 reps, with 5 pound weights. No, I'm not missing a 1 or 2 in front of that. Immediately after, everything felt okay, so I went to bed, no problem... The next morning, I felt like death. Excruciating pain in my neck, shoulders, upper back, and arms. Extreme fatigue, sore throat, tight chest, irregular hear rate, headaches, dizziness, oh the list goes on. Oh, but since I didn't pay someone who knows nothing about my disease to watch me exercise, I MUST have been doing something horribly wrong... That's bull. How many instances of exercise leaving me bed-ridden does it take to convince people that, even at extremely low intensity, EXERCISING HURTS ME.