I'm feeling really wiped today. My husband went to see our T last night and I got seriously triggered. When he came home he said a few things about the appt but not a whole lot. I had a really over the top, anxious reaction, convinced that all kinds of horrible things had been said despite my husband reassurances that they really didn't talk about me at all. (Which I believe because I rarely talk about him in my individual sessions). But no matter what my head was telling me, emotionally I just lost it.
I was able to tell my husband how I was feeling, he was really understanding (have I mentioned he's a good guy?). And I was even able to hear from him that he felt a little bad that my concern was all about me instead of how he had done. I got out a VERY large hammer and started beating myself over the head with it.(Metaphor
) I felt so out of control reacting this way. It felt so unfair and selfish of me. And I wanted to call my T but that just felt like it would make it even worse. That he couldn't see my husband alone without getting a hysterical phone call from me. I actually decided that when I saw him on Friday I was going to tell him that we needed to terminate my individual therapy. It felt like I just couldn't continue to do this, it's too painful and grossly unfair to my husband (don't worry I got over it, I was in the middle of a meltdown.)
I ended up crawling into the tub and having a good long cry and going to some pretty bad places. When I started having flashes of memory I realized that I needed to call my T no matter how scary that was. It felt like I was in free fall in a deep dark pit and there was no bottom. Of course, by now it was like 9:15. I normally call my T during working hours because I feel more comfortable calling then and we have never talked about how late its ok to call. But I was really bad, so I decided to call especially since I realized that if I wasn't so agitated, 9:15 isn't all that late.
I called my T's answering service and he called back in 15 minutes and was his usual calm self. I couldn't even talk for the first minute or two. So he told me to remember to breathe (I stop when I'm really upset, embarrassing but true.
) I finally choked out how I was feeling and he said that instead of hating myself for how I was feeling that I needed to see this as another opportunity to examine how I feel about my close attachments and why was this so threatening. Instead of beating myself up for overreacting why not try to figure out why I was overreacting. He said to breathe through the feelings and we would try to sort it out.
I've been working through a lot of grief and processing a lot of emotions from my childhood and in recent sessions (intense in their own right) I had glanced off the realization that I had done things I felt deeply ashamed of to keep the relationship with my father; that I had "voluntarily" joined in. I know that its not true; I was a child and really had no choice. But realizing I still struggled with those feelings made me realize that I needed to bring it up in my next session. (When it came up two sessions ago I had literally said "I don't what to go there now.") My husband seeing my T made me feel like I was going to lose my T to my husband and I was terrified about what I would have to do to try and keep the relationship.
My T's response made me realize why I love the man so much. He told me that he wasn't going anywhere and I would not lose him. That I would not have to do anything to keep the relationship. Then he said, you don't need to hang on to keep me here. It's a gift and it is freely given. That went straight to my core; it was EXACTLY what I needed to here. And something that had never been true for me.
I kind of started crying pretty hard at that point.
When I had calmed down, I told him how hard it had been to call and he reassured me that I had done the right thing. Realizing that a large part of the anxiety was about it being late, I asked him how late was too late to call. And he said, I kid you not, "It's never too late to call. I must admit I'm sometimes not too useful in the middle of the night. But it's really no problem until around 11. But call at 2:00 in the morning if you need to." To put it mildly, that was wonderful to hear. Then I told him I was scared to get off the phone because it felt like I would go back into free fall. He told me to breathe (
) and take a minute or two to calm down. The last thing he told me was to call again if I needed to. Yes, he's certifiably insane.
OK, I'm NOT quitting therapy.
I am just so grateful for this man. I'm also completely wiped today, I ended up talking to a friend on the phone until almost midnight to process what had happened and wind down. But grateful, really grateful that if I have to go through this I can do with his help.
AG