We started out okay and I was talking calmly and discussing some mundane stuff like school, and my nephew and oldTs education and experience then all of a sudden I felt myself dissociating in a big way. I could not talk or think and felt myself leaving. T saw right away and brought me back and we started to talk about what happened which somehow led back to the trauma of the abandonment and those following days when I was literally paralyzed with grief, how I could not take care of my son, or do much of anything. While talking about this, I started to shake and emotionally fall to pieces or it felt that way.
I kept telling T I was a mess and he said ... no you are just very sad and that's okay. He reassured me that tears are cleansing and healing and they are good for us and he assured me he had plenty of tissues He moved closer to me and leaned in towards me so I could feel him there. I felt safer when he did that. I was shaking so badly but my blanket was on the other chair (where he suggested I leave it last time so no one else would mess with it) and I didn't think I could manage to get up and get it.
Of course now my time was about up and I remarked on it and he said that HE keeps the time and I need to sit down (I was going to get up) and sit back in the chair and take the time I needed to come back to the present. He reassured me again that I won't be asked to leave unless I was fine and that his patients have all waited at times and have all needed extra time at times so they understood.
He told me i was not scaring him at all, in fact he was pleased to see that I was comfortable enough with him to allow myself to experience all those emotions. I did feel safe with him and have been feeling that more and more because I know that he understands me and everything I am struggling with. He was so wonderful tonight, so kind and gentle. I am really starting to love this man who is my light in the darkness. I think I'm feeling a bit lost and scared because he is going out of the country on a short vacation. I won't see him again until Tuesday and while I do understand that is not a long time at all, it's just that he is far away and I already miss him. At the end of the session he shook my hand as usual and I told him to stay safe and he said you too. Then we confirmed next Tuesday and I hated leaving. So I asked him if I could shake his hand again and he smiled and said of course. So I did and wished him a good trip and he patted my shoulder. He told me that I could call his cell phone but he was not sure how it would work out of the country but that I could also email him or leave a message on the office phone. I thought that was so nice of him and I really wouldn't use it unless it was urgent but it's nice to know I can if I need to.
I have his pen to hold onto. And my appointment card with my next appointment written on it. I can call his answering machine. I'll be okay. I've learned how to cope over these past six months. I realized that this month makes six months I have been seeing him. That is hard to believe.
I am so thankful that somehow I was led to him. I know he won't leave me and that helps. I just miss him.
Thanks for listening.
TN