I am still in deep grief over the ending of my relationship with my T. I shake all the time and go through my days terrified of everything. Russ you talk about that hated head fog that always seems to be with you, well I have this debilitating fear that has it's claws in me. I am afraid to live because I had started to live by working with oldT and now everything around me is HIM. Everywhere I look there are memories of him. And I can't look because of the horrible pain it brings to me. Not just pain but awful awful memories of that day he called the cops, how he handed me those phone numbers and said to find a new T, how he did not speak to me after the cops came and in the ER. How he looked at me like I was something horrible and repulsive... I cannot get those images out of my head. And then in the meeting with D how he would not speak to me alone as if I was a monster to be feared.
I cannot listen to music, or watch TV, or interact with my son, or even look at my clothing. Each and every piece of clothing I've worn to therapy over the past 2.5 years and I can recite to you what happened in each of those sessions... the summer blouse I wore first time he hugged me, the dress I wore at our last session that was soaked with rain, the black pants I wore when he handed me the lint brush to get the dog hair off of me, the blouse I wore when we sat together on the couch and I revealed some trauma to him... it goes on and on. I cannot think of summer camp or pass the woods or watch baseball or eat certain foods, I stopped cooking completey because I used to bring him things to eat. I left school. He was so much a part of me and my life and this would be a good and comforting thing if we parted on easy and good terms. I would have all these things to remind me of him and how much he cared for me and how much I had internalized him and I could remember what he told me... all the good things he told me without the shadow of it all being lies in my head now. How can I believe what he told me when he lied about not leaving me, that he would always be there, that we could repair when we felt things were not right, that there was nothing I could tell him to make him turn away from me. In my head everything is a lie. He did leave me, he did turn away from me, we cannot repair because he does not want to, because I'm not worth it and I don't matter to him. He can go on and live his happy life now that I'm not there any longer to talk about horrible traumatic stuff that I lived. He can go back to his happy world of little kids who get mad at their friends for not playing with them or who hate school.
Intellectually I know I have found a good newT with lots of experience who understands my issues but I don't want to talk to him about them. Aside from needing him to help me survive this overwhelming grief I don't want to talk about my past or anything else. I keep thinking that he will find out that I'm even worse than the guy who held him at gunpoint and he will leave me. Everyone else does so why would he be any different? I just cannot trust what he says. He could be telling me all lies too, right? Maybe he just makes up stories to make the patient feel like talking and it's all a lie.
And honestly, I just feel like it's too late for me. I won't ever heal because it's not possible for me. Each day i live just brings me closer to the day I die and finally find some peace. I am so tired. Everything is meaningless to me. There is no reason to get out of bed or go anywhere. I drag myself to work so I can come home, pretend I'm fine and then throw myself into bed so I can have horrible nightmares.
I think I'm more upset over my son and what I did to him. It's all my fault that he is losing his own therapy relationship. I did this to him. I cost him so so much with therapy and group and the summer camp that he loves. I made him cry when I asked him if he would think about seeing another T. I just put it out there and he started crying...how is he going to react when he is brought to see hisT and learns that he cannot come back any longer??? How can I sit there knowing I DID THIS to him? It's all my fault! I'm a selfish and horrible mother for doing this. And so I'm pushing him away from me. I just cannot bear this. The guilt is destroying me.
I hope that I can just hang in long enough for him to grow up and leave home. Then I can just let go. The pain of what happened is just beyond the limit of what I can bear.
Thanks for listening
TN
"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face." Eleanor Roosevelt