Gah I’ve just written and deleted about a million paragraphs of rubbish. I have all this stuff in my head, things I’ve been endlessly thinking about since the crap session and it’s all just a jumble I can’t seem to get it out here in writing.
Double gah I’ve just written another novel and deleted it because it doesn’t even begin to explain what the hell is going on. Ok so what I’ll say is that I don’t believe my T knows how to do feelings therapy - after six months of twice weekly sessions of my waiting and waiting for him to start doing work with me that will let me get in touch with how I feel (the reason I went into therapy in the first place) finally since I got back from holiday and threw a tantrum about it I thought we were actually getting somewhere. I made it clear that what we should be doing is focusing on how I feel in the moment, start with whatever I’m feeling in the here and now in session, and hallelujah he seemed to get it (it’s not the first time I’ve talked about that, but he never seems to pick up on things, never does things that I assume a therapist does as a matter of course, like ask ‘how do you feel’, ‘how does that make you feel’, ‘what’s going on in you now’ that sort of thing.)
And we had one session, one single session where that was what we did, focused on how I was feeling in the moment and it worked it was great I went away feeling SO positive because I believed that finally finally I was getting the chance to do some real work in therapy, the chance to start getting in touch with and expressing some of the feelings I’ve had to control for 50 plus years. Never mind that a big part of that session STILL involved his endlessly talking talking talking about stuff that took me out of feeling mode and put me into intellectual mode, I really believed he had finally got it, finally understood what I’ve been wanting from him all along (to help me feel, to guide me, to ask questions that would keep me focused on my feelings instead of endlessly talking ABOUT things).
So I go to the next session all hopeful and positive and even excited because I thought this is it, now we’re starting to do the stuff that therapy is all about, boy is it scary but it is so GOOD to know that I can now do what I’ve needed to do for decades - that he has now finally got it clear what to do for me in therapy. Oh boy how wrong could I have been.
Yet again I’ve just deleted a novel, giving a blow by blow account of that session and it really doesn’t tell anyone anything. Basically he didn’t get it - he effectively sat there asking nothing, leaving me sitting there trying to feel what I was feeling in the moment and express what I was feeling all by myself. Man if I could do it all by myself I wouldn’t need a bloody therapist.
I think this post is all over the place because it’s the feelings that this has made me feel that are spinning me out. That I found this guy after vetting loads of therapists around here and I’ve invested so much time and emotional energy and hope in him and put myself through such a wringer blaming myself for getting nothing out of therapy, and now it’s pretty clear to me that a lot of the problems of ‘communication’ I thought we were having were real - were down to his incompetency as a therapist and that makes me feel something terrible, like I’m kicking a puppy. Because he’s basically a really nice man and it’s obvious he’s tried very hard to help me, there’s nothing malicious or judgemental or intentionally negative about anything he’s said or done.
And I’m dropping into a really black state because I feel like I can’t be helped like there’s something so terribly wrong with me because no therapist I’ve had has helped me and I’m all alone, isolated alienated just like I’ve always felt not normal not like everyone else that really he is a good therapist and it’s something so badly abnormal about me that I’m just not able to be helped. And I know that I’m not going to be able to go out and find another therapist just like that who IS going to be able to help me - and that terrifies me - I’m ok if I think I can get help but this whole set up is making me feel totally adrift and hopeless how many more therapists am I going to go through before I have to face the fact that I can’t get better all this stuff going round and round.
I also know that even if I try and talk to him about this, he won’t get it - because he hasn’t got any of it for six months. He’ll smile and nod and seem to listen to me and agree and nothing will change. And at the very least I can’t carry on trying to tell him how to do his job. He has to know to do it. I came up with an analogy, it’s like I’m drowning and he’s the lifeguard but I’m having to tell the lifeguard how to do his job even while I’m drowning. And at the end of the day I drown and the lifeguard shakes his head sadly and says oh she just couldn’t be saved, but he doesn’t realize it’s because he didn’t know how to do his job properly.
Oh hell I’ve waffled on and on and said hardly any of the stuff that’s really bothering me. I’m not even sure that there’s anything anyone can say, I know the instinct is to get me to see whether maybe it’s my misinterpretation, my stuff getting in the way - but deep down I know that despite all that, this guy really doesn’t know what to do. I think he’s not very experienced, maybe been practising a year or two if that, and that he just hasn’t had the experience of dealing purely with feelings, his original method is CBT and though he agreed not to use that with me I think he can’t help it, that’s his own personal approach. I’m so screwed up about this because I know I can’t just carry on as if nothing has happened, and I know I need to talk to him about this, but it will be to terminate and I am really freaking out about that. It’s one thing to sit here safely and think about it, but come next session it will all become real and that’s spinning me out. A bit like thinking about breaking up with someone, so long as it’s just something you think about, it’s quite safe, controllable - and then it happens and then the real blackness sets in.
Sorry this is such a pointless post. I don’t even know what I’m writing it for, I think maybe it’s just helping me not look too closely at the black stuff coming up in me by feeling like I’m connecting to people that I’m not totally alone. Don’t know. I’m scared and fear is the one feeling I really can’t handle, it is most definitely NOT on my list of feelings to feel and express.
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