I have been an anxious, sobbing mess for the past few days and I thought perhaps writing about some of this will relieve some of the unbearble stress and struggle with the memories.
That session one year ago started with my oldT emailing me the day before wanting to change the time of the session to earlier. I had a 4:45 appointment which meant I could skip lunch and leave early for it. But then he wanted to make it 3:30.... I said no not possible and so he agreed to 4pm. This made my boss very angry and we exhanged heated words that afternoon. I was already super stressed about the surgery and the session too because of how badly things had been between oldT and me over the previous 5 weeks. I had convinced myself that he needed to move my appt to earlier in the day because he had to leave early for some last minute personal reason. Well, imagine my horror when near the end of my session some crazy woman began banging on his door... evidently a new patient who didn't know you just don't bang on the Ts door!!
During that session I needed to focus on finding some calm and emotional regulation with regard to the surgery. I needed to talk about my fears and to have him reassure me. Instead, he decided to discuss his vacation and and to refused everything I asked of him to help me cope with the 3 week separation. He was so cold and detached it was very scary to me. He never asked me anything about the surgery or hospital. He had NO interest in what I was facing. He was so clueless. I was hurt because he never asked the time of my surgery, and he never asked me to call him when it was over. He never wished me well. I don't know why (because I was so dissociative at the end of the session from the woman banging) he hugged me before I walked out. I don't know why he did that but it was the last hug he ever gave me. I still remember the blue dress I wore that day.
As so I went into surgery carrying the hurt and sadness of his cold treatment of me the night before. Where I needed nurturing and understanding was met with cold detachment and was treated as if I were repulsive.
Next Friday marks a year of the day he called the police on me and next Saturday is a year that I received his termination email.
This Monday, my T and I were supposed to have a meeting with oldT but he cancelled because he said he had to go out of town that day (not sure I believe this). He did not offer a new meeting date but my T will offer the 15th and if he does not show we will proceed with formal complaints.
I had a session this past Thursday and I was a complete mess. I sat there with my sunglasses on, clutching my blanket and refused to look at my T. I was also angry at him for some reasons which we have since worked out. But I was such a crying mess that I put the blanket over my head. T told me to take it off (after a few minutes) and I refused. Then he asked me how it would feel if he sat there with sunglasses and a blanket over his head while I tried to talk to him... and the picture in my head made me laugh. I stuck a hand out for a tissue and my glasses were all foggy so I took them off. He kept calmly talking to me until I came out to talk to him.
We ended up having a pretty good and honest session. He sat closer to me and told me he was glad I came out to talk to him. He pointed out that my candle was on... I had set the timer last week... and that he liked seeing it on as it made him think of me and he liked thinking of me and that's why he didn't shut it off. He told me that I was important to him. I accused him of looking at me like I was an experiment number 247 and that I didn't really matter to him. He said a lot of stuff to refute that. I have to admit he makes a lot of sense LOL. Darn guy.
Once I calmed down we talked about the meeting with old T and how we should handle it, what kind of agenda to set etc. By the time I left it was good. He chided me for not shaking his hand when he came in (I was huddled under the blanket by then) and we did shake hands and he told me to call if I need him.
When I got back to work I had to have my performance review again. It was awful, almost worse than last time and my bosses lied about so many things. It made me feel like I was not getting better and all the improvements I noted were not really true. Like nothing was real and I imagined that I was getting better. My bosses do not give the review themselves, its the office manager and so I do not get to confront them to their face. The office manager always believes them and it becomes a he said/she said situation that I will lose because I am no one.
By the time this was done I was back in my office hysterically crying again. It seems that no matter how hard I try it does not mean anything. I was having some really bad thoughts at that moment. I paged my T because I was feeling so scared but he was with clients and he could not call me until 8 that night which was my dinner time with famnily so I could not answser the phone.
I didn't speak to him until this morning but he was wonderfully soothing to me. Just hearing him use my name makes it all seem better. He told me he was proud of me yesterday and I said " you are proud that I sat there under and blanket with sunglasses on and cried?" He said well we had a rough start but I was proud that you didn't stay there under the blanket... you came out to talk to me. He reassured me that we were absolutely good and solid. And that I was getting better and improving but that my bosses did not want to see that. That my improvement was really real.He told me to hold onto that until we meet on Monday. And so I am. I'm holding on really tight right now.
This week feels really scary to me so I thought if I could write about it maybe it would help me to deal with it. Maybe it will lose some of it's impact. In any case, I'm really glad I have my T and that we are absolutely good and that he is there to help me through this scary time.
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