i really want to quit.
i think she does not like me, and when someone doesn't like me, i don't want to argue about it, or defend myself, i just take the hint and go home. i had my credit card pulled out (my white flag) probably 15 minutes before time.
she seemed to belittle me.
she had a good point, i said, when i realized i had nothing to defend my perspective (about my patterns or something) , anyway, i said, 'one for your side', and it just came out, i wasn't intending to be mean, but i guess i am just so blasted MEAN, like my parent's used to think, that it slipped out. she was sarcastic back, i apologized, i said i just said that as her point was so succinct.
i don't know.
she doesn't like me, and i just want out of there. i cancelled for next week, since thanksgiving.
i also hate going right after a bible study i do once a week. i walk out of the bible study feeling great, then go to therapy, and, what a 'buzz-kill'...
i feel like she thinks my problems are trivial, compared to others, they are, but, i can't get out of MY skin, and THESE are the problems i have.
y'no, it is probably not her fault, i just hate therapy.
i feel like, in those eastern cultures (REALLY REALLY GROSS TRIGGER AND GROSS WARNING) there are restaurants that serve live monkey brains, and the monkeys are held in a cage under the center of the table with their head in a brace just past the surface of the table, and a big blade comes, and slices the top of the head off, and the live monkey is just squirming, literally, to death, as the guests eat the live brains...to me, THAT is what therapy is like. and i am SQUIRMING in her TOO WELL LIT OFFICE, and mad that she never remembers or cares that i don't like to be under search lights.
i don't know, just bad attunement or transference or something.
i know it is some parent strings...i had a hard time (wouldn't) ask for my needs to be met because i perceived that they did not like me, just like her. and i guess, maybe it is ME that won't help someone i don't like, but, for some reason, i have it in my mind that someone that doesn't like me won't help me.
and that is where i sit, under the table, and i want out.
she also said this is all, as i posted in another thread, empty nest syndrome...but my nest is not empty. i feel like the joke is on me, again, humiliated. like always.
i am really mad at her, although nothing is her fault, and i don't want to go back.
THIS IS MY PATTERN.
and, like t3, i guess, the next thing that happens is i tell her some of this and she kicks me out, so, now, i have learned, to beat her to the punch and check OUT first.
miserable.
like the monkey. again.
pending trainwreck. and, of course, you can't ask them if they like you or don't like you, of COURSE they have to say they do, and the only way to know is to speak up, like i did for t3, and SEE if they kick me out. maybe THAT is my empty nest syndrome, empty COUCH syndrome.
i feel like she was laughing at me....or irritated with me. i perceive these things with my super sensitive senses...the senses that told me to duck for cover as a child, those senses are telling me this is not a good game.
and i can't tell her, or else, i guess, i can't tell her until i am ready to walk out. till i know enough to go on my own.
but the humiliation i feel in there, i am just plain SICK of. feeling so small and trivial and repetitive and nauseatingly boring.
really.
pisses me off royaly.
jill