A few months into seeing my T, when I was thinking of quitting, because I started having some pretty disturbing thoughts on a regular basis, he suggested texting as a "thread" between us, for us to monitor together how things were going throughout the week. I declined at first and it ended up as a whole conversation on me worrying about imposing, being a burden, crossing boundaries, not being able to control it. T, of course, said not to worry about any of that and it wasn't an imposition, but he didn't push me...just made it available and let me know he had other clients who did it already.
After a couple of conversations and reassurances (and a pretty horrible time while H was working out of the country), I tried it out for a week. I told him I didn't intend on continuing, but he said he thought it was a positive experience, so I ended up keeping it up. But, the more I kept it up, the more needy I got, the more the transference, the more self-loathing and shame about it and then dissociating and acting out.
So, in the last few months, I've been trying to get T and H to OK me going cold turkey to regain control of my dependency. Yes, I also have an issue with needing to have explicit permission from those I have given "authority." T always says, "That's fine to back off if texting is not helpful, but please still contact me about [such and such] thoughts and behaviors or when you feel unsafe." I've been trying to explain my emotions and compulsions are like an on-off switch, not a dial, but because his number one concern is my safety, it's not like he can just say, "Yeah, no problem, don't tell me about that stuff."
Anyway, it's to a point where I text him at least once a day on most days and if he texts back, I find it nearly impossible not to answer at least thanking him. More often, him texting back makes me feel horrible for imposing/burdening him and I feel worse, act out and have to report AGAIN. It makes me hate myself and I can't stand it. He has reassured me many times that I am not a burden (even saying again and again how much of a blessing it was that I would share with him). But he has also said that the original purpose of daily texting was mostly to monitor my safety...which I interpreted as, "Can't you control yourself!?"
Usually, I am quite overwhelmed and feel unsafe when I text, but afterward, I always think I am ridiculous for sharing. It seems so real/threatening at the time, but when it passes the fear is completely unrelatable. It's like this scared little kid comes out of me and is crying for Dad to come save her from a horrible nightmare. And then I wake up as an adult and get so embarrassed for crying out, when I am a 30-year-old mom and wife and have been perfectly capable of repressing this stuff and taking care of myself for years!
T and H have made it clear that I should be reporting acts/behaviors/unsafe thoughts...and even though it's not an order, I CAN'T disobey. However, short of cutting myself off from my own permission to text at all, I can't seem to control myself from reporting every single time I get worked up for longer than a few hours. Like, even if I know I probably won't do anything, just having horrible thoughts for a few hours, I feel compelled to text him and doing so calms me down until the shame kicks in. And it's trapping me in a cycle and making me feel like I'm taking advantage of T's kindness.
Has anyone had any luck controlling this sort of thing? If T would give me rules or really clear boundaries, I would follow them, but it seems like he wants me to feel safe with NOT knowing someone's boundaries and being able to trust they will stick with me even if I'm not perfect. Also, if he said only to ever text him when I am acting out, is that scared kid going to start acting out more often? That's why not at all seems safer. Do I just abandon myself to endlessly irritating him or is there a way to take control of this?
Also, apologies, you will notice I do the same thing on here. I over-communicate and cannot help myself from replying to people's posts, especially those directed at me. Hrm, maybe no one will want to answer this question now.