Hi Butterfly Warrior, I wonder if it might be helpful to think of resistance in a new way that is more respectful of your efforts. Resistance is natural and I feel should be honoured.

The degree of any one's resistance is dependent on the degree of safety in the therapeutic relationship. I've got a draft of an article on resistance at Resistance in psychotherapy. I hope this explains what I mean. The idea suggests that you might want to take your time, (and maybe even address things with your new therapist that you don't like).

Let me know if you have questions.
Suzanne

I read the article... so far so good.... i like this way of looking at it though it's stil frustrating for me.

One good thing I can say about my new therapist is that she's reading "Waking the tiger".... that made me happy... a bit at least....

I find myself liking her in bits but well.. it's a process....

I'm pretty confident that she will inquire more about my triggering episode the week before last after session and the transition from Holly to her so that will give me a chance to at least admit to her how much it bothers me that she knows so much about me and I feel so vulnerable and unsafe as a result...

Thanks for your comments and so far, no particular questions on the article though, I would love to see the expansion on it...

BW

Hey...

So, I'm brand new to this... This is actually my very first post.


I thought this would be an okay place to start... I love poetry, and I wanted to share a poem I wrote a couple years ago. It's not the greatest, but it is something that I still read now and then to remind myself of who I was, and who I am now.

Here it is...

Snap back, reality to past.
I see you. Right there.
You're happy, content, innocent and free.
I smile widely watching the child who is me.
Running and laughing, jumping around.
Giggling loudly and rolling all over the ground.
You look at me, curious and walk over, bitting your lip.
"I know who you are" you reach for my hand and tighten your grip.
Holding your hand gently, I slowly kneel down.
Your eyes dart around, then focus on mine.
"I'm scared..." you begin, I interrupt, "It will be just fine".
I see innocence fading, as you look up at me.
Tears fill your eyes, reaching out, yet ashamed, something a child should never be.
wrapping my arms around you, I hold on to you tight,
My eyes open, it's just you and me, not a person in sight.
I'm still holding, protecting, this five year old who I am...

Hi Kay and welcome! that is a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing. I look forward to getting to know you more.

hiya Kay

im not here much

but wanted to say I really like the poem

esp. towards the end. i get a lot of clear visuals from the words and the last line is especially telling.

welcome here

Kay - wow, captivating poem... thank you for posting it!

welcome to the forum