MH,
Thanks for the topic! If you don’t mind I’m going to respond in kind of a roundabout way. Your “Not Good Enough” title made me think of something that came up in session yesterday that could be called “Too Much”. Maybe it is the flip side of the same insecurity coin?
If self-help could help me, I wouldn't need therapy. I am the "Queen" of self-help.
That section of the bookstore always has had a special pull on me. But my self-help wasn't helping. I needed something that went deeper than anything like praise or daily affirmations. I definitely didn't want false fronts or masks or, God forbid, compliments. Eeeww. From what I've read here and elsewhere, deeper change happens through attachments. Meaning that I was going to have to let myself get attached to my T and then let things get messy. So I did. It got really messy - derailed, in fact - but then I hooked up with my current T and continued the therapy.
What follows is a description of some stuff we talked about yesterday. I think it illustrates how self-confidence and self-esteem are being built within me on that "deeper" level, not through compliments, but through attachments. Starting with my current T, working down through what happened with my former T, and down further still to the root issues from my childhood. Sorry it got really long, but, well...I really love to write and describe every little detail, I guess. I hope some of it is helpful to someone.
We were reading through some journaling I’d done when I was seeing my former T. It was describing how I was so afraid that he was just putting up with me, how it seemed he was afraid of me and wanted to get rid of me. I talked about how hard I tried to be “good” and not need anything. I thought all the reading and work I did would make his job easier. I only left one voice mail, never asked to email, and only sent the one note. Most of the sessions he talked much more than I did. And yet, I always had the feeling that he thought I was too needy. He never said it explicitly, but I constantly felt that he wanted me to “back off”. I was “too much”. I was hoping that this was just transference from my childhood, where I was “too much” and learned to “be good” and not need anything. But ever since the therapy with him ended, I’ve been wrestling with trying to figure out how I could have been any less needy without leaving altogether.
My T offered the explanation that many men feel intimidated when women open up their hearts to them. And I opened mine up really really fast, partly because I’d been looking for someone to listen for almost a year by then, and partly because I had everything written down already and all we had to do was read it. I think it was a bit of a shock to both of us. She reminded me that, in general, men are “wired” to be “fixers”. Then she suggested that maybe he got overwhelmed because he was afraid that he might fail to “fix” me.
If my T is right about my former T’s fear, then it is ironic, because what I really needed him to do was so much easier than what he thought he had to do. What I wanted him to “do” was really more like NOT doing. I just really, really, REALLY did not want him to abandon me. When he did, it felt so much like a confirmation that I really must be “too much”.
We had started out laughing about men wanting to be “fixers”, but then I suddenly started to sob. Really cry hard. I got to tell her how much I liked him, the feelings and ideas he inspired in me, how I came alive when I’d been talking to him, and how I just wanted him to be there and contain me, to see me, to reassure me that my feelings were understandable and good and right even though they could never be acted upon. And, to be with me through the grief that they could never be acted on. I wanted him to hear me, see me, and eventually, gently give my feelings back to me. I thought I was going to learn how to keep that spark alive WITHOUT him being there. I was so disappointed that it didn’t work out that way, because it is my favorite part of me, when it's there. It hurt so much to be abandoned instead.
She contained me and heard me while I cried. I’ve never had anyone do this before and it felt like such a RELIEF not to be judged or dismissed. She’s not afraid of my feelings, either. She encourages me to feel them, to get them out there! It feels WONDERFUL to have this safety. The feelings don’t feel wonderful, of course, but the release is priceless. Funny how denying and stuffing feelings just makes them worse, but acknowledging them and expressing them in freedom actually makes them go away! It’s kind of a paradox.
This experience with my T yesterday was very healing and reassured me that maybe, just maybe, I am not, in fact, “too much”. Maybe my former T just became afraid because he didn’t know how to help. In feeling that I was “too much” I also felt that I was not “good enough” to be his patient. But both insecurities seemed to get some healing yesterday. Not through false flattery or praise, like you said, MH – but through connection, and insight and understanding with an attuned T.
Of course all of this has deeper roots in my childhood and we're getting there. One thing I would still like to understand is why I have this fear with men and not with women. I am not afraid that my current T secretly doesn’t like me, or wants to get rid of me, or thinks of me with contempt. If I had that feeling I’d be gone in a heartbeat – there is no way I’d stick around and hope to win her approval the way I did with my former T. Which is interesting because I’m much more demanding of her than I was of my former T. I see her every week and I talk a LOT. She never makes the therapy about her needs and, beyond making sure I’m respecting the time and payment boundaries, I’m not worrying about her needs at all.
So why do I do this with men?
My T likes to describe what she sees in my face when I’m expressing myself. She has mentioned several times that I look and sound like a little girl hoping, waiting, looking for her father. I know that I’ve LONGED for a certain kind of father for many years, but I hardly ever let myself think about that because it’s been WAY too painful, so I really agree that she’s on to something there. So we are exploring this in the therapy. I’m not sure where it’s going but it definitely feels like things are connecting and making a whole lot more sense already.
When my thoughts are a little more together about it I’d like to start a thread about fathers and what we need from them.
Thanks for listening
SG