We've done some very deep work together recently, the result of which was my realization that I've lived my whole life in fear and didn't need to do that any longer. For so long in my relationship with my T I've tried everything to avoid my feelings. Being scared of being abandoned, being scared of being exploited, wanting more than I could have, being attracted to him, being jealous of his other relationships, being threatened by his other relationships, longing to have him as my father. Loving to have him as my lover. Terrified of being left. Terrified of getting too close. Terrified to love him. Terrified he didn't really care about me. Etc. etc. ad infinitum (I'm sure a lot of you are familiar with the feelings.)
Through it all I have been so focused on our relationship. Could I trust it, is it real, do I matter? that I've missed the whole point. The attachment bond isn't supposed to be the focus (I mean developementally, in my therapy it needed to be the focus to work through this) it's supposed to be the taken for granted background that gives you the security you need so you can learn what you need to and grow to do the things you should. The session where this finally sank in was pivotal. I realized that I had always, always lived in fear. That it was actually scary to let go of the fear (no, the irony was not lost on me. ) I told my T that I didn't know who I would be without the fear and he told me I deserved to find out.
Since then I really have stopped worrying about my T being there, I know he's there no matter what and that I can utterly depend on him. That I don't need to be scared of my emotions because I can handle them and/or rely on him to help me with them.
Which is all a good thing, a very good thing. But it also leaves me alone with my feelings because all of those fears and longings were what I interposed between me and my feelings.
So I find myself deeply grieving. Without the fear, I realize how sad and horrible what I went through was and I mourn for the lost innocence of the child that I was. A close friend just recently disclosed her CSA to her therapist and hearing her story again (she had told me some time ago) broke my heart. What she was subjected to and how unprotected she was. Which was very close to my own story. Feeling sad for her led to feeling sad for me. But its different now because I don't need to fight it. I think I am finally experiencing the depth of what happened.
The fear is gone and I almost miss it. Because now I KNOW my T is there, that I'm free to love him, that I'm not doing anything wrong by loving him (he's not going to let anything happen, so I'm safe to), that he KNOWS me, that he protects me. But its not enough. I have all I've ever longed for and its not enough. There is real loss here that deserves real grief. And so I grieve.
But there's a relief to it too. I was struggling to express the feelings and ended up writing a poem which with your kind indulgence, I want to share here.
Living without Fear
I am wrapped in love yet exposed to the core.
I rejoice in grief and grieve in my rejoicing
Fear is gone, fled, banished
No longer a barrier
Long sought security surrounds and contains me
Defenses, no longer necessary, are discarded
Fullness dwells alongside emptiness
I dwell in an abundance
which is yet insufficient
I feast, yet still I thirst
Setting forth on my continuing journey
I have found all that I need
The tinman's heart, the lion's courage,
the home always within my grasp.
Yet the loss remains, demanding it's due
There is no denying it presence
I reach out and lay claim to my sadness,
my mourning, my worth.
Thanks for listening.
AG