Just recently in my past few therapy sessions I have finally disclosed what I consider to be horrible things in my childhood past. Apparently my therapist has heard much worse in her 20+ years of counseling. That is fine; it isn’t supposed to be a contest, is it? It is still huge to me, and I wanted my pain to be validated. Instead, she minimized it by saying that what I experienced was “not trauma“ because I was not groomed, so I should be able to “get over this”. I wanted permission to grieve, and instead I feel shame for opening up, and that my pain is non-existent or doesn‘t matter.
I have been so furious since then that I have considered terminating. I am trying to talk sense into myself that I should not burn my bridges prematurely because these angry feelings may pass. I have never been able to bring myself to show strong anger while in her presence, but at least this time I did write her a letter expressing my hurt feelings. Since then I have vacillated back and forth whether I should have sent the letter. Maybe I am reading way too much into her comments. Could this be a transference thing where I am subconsciously comparing her to my parents or something? Am I nothing but a drama queen for wanting some empathy?