Well, it looks like my daring streak continues!
I was feeling really nervous when I got to my session today, and almost didn’t go through with my plans, but I made myself start talking. I told my T that I wanted to try something different today. I wanted him to answer my questions, if he felt OK doing so.
I asked him if he thought he was a good therapist. I asked how he had felt about last Tuesday’s session. I asked a bunch of questions about his boundaries. I asked whether he had ever taken drugs. I asked if he regretted not becoming a priest. And he answered everything! I had told myself that it would be fine if he didn’t feel comfortable answering something, but I was so relieved that it didn’t come to that. I was also really happy that he said that he had felt disconnected last Tuesday, and that he felt that he was trying too hard. He asked me if there anything he had done that had made things worse. I didn’t feel comfortable bringing the letter up right then, so I told him I wanted to talk about it later.
I then told him I had a list of things I thought he should know about me (if he didn’t already), and I asked him not to say anything until I was done. Some things I told him: that my entire self-worth comes from my intelligence, so any intimation that my way of thinking is flawed is going to make me bristle big-time; that I need him to let silences go on for what seems like an uncomfortable amount of time; that I was going to lie to him; that I need praise, but only if it is true; that need him to be clever because I am going to try to out-smart him.
We talked a bit about what I had said, and then I asked him to be quiet again and I got out my list of “Things I am Scared to Say to You.” I read to him what I could from the list, and then I handed it to him and asked him to read the rest because I couldn’t say them myself. I couldn’t look at him as he read it, so I looked all over the room, and sneaked quick looks at him. He started tearing up as he was reading it and I felt horrible.
One of the items on the list was how I felt about him forgetting the letter. And the funny thing is that I was pretty much over it by that point. I felt kind-of embarrassed for making a big deal out of it. But he told me how happy he was that I was able to tell him that, and how sorry he was for forgetting about it.
We talked a lot more about one of the other things I wrote, that he becomes a monster in my mind between sessions, saying all sorts of horrible things to me. We tried to come up ways that I could reassure myself between sessions that he wasn’t really a monster.
I am so happy that I was able to tell him this stuff, even if I felt like puking the whole time. Thanks to all of you for your replies- you have really given me a lot to think about (and I don't mean that in an empty way). Realizing where my own actions are contributing to the problem is always hard, and having other people's perspectives on it helps a lot.