I finally got meds- antidepressants. Got tired of waiting for a primary care physician and waited in the ER for 6 hours. That's OK.
While I was there, I read most of the book "Shouldn't I Be Feeling Better Right Now?" and made many highlighted notations.
Basically, my T decided that he didn't want to work with me on a "deep" level. Never mind that he brought me there. But I think all I needed was someone to talk to about books, ideas, etc. The other work just did more harm than good, and became a self-fulfilling prophecy that had me feeling awful about myself.
He wanted me to trust, but was inconsistent with the way he handled sessions. Sometimes he was gentle and kind, and I never knew when he was going to drop a bomb on me. He somehow forgot what subtlety is.
He would blame me for my "resistance" when I disagreed with him. Just today though, we decided that nobody was to blame, just that it was not a good fit.
I was told to trust my own judgement. Yeah, right. What a line of crap that is!
But I stood by my beliefs/judgement. I have told him repeatedly that my "reactions" were not "knee jerk" but that I damn well meant what I said when I told him that "nobody gets to talk to me that way" and that the last thing I needed was a hypercritical father when I'm going through grad school, in an extreme state of stress, and biologically depressed.
I was starting to doubt my own reality, and I don't think that's a good thing AT ALL. Perhaps I needed some external validation. Telling me about my weaknesses is fine and a good thing, if done gently. Otherwise I just become ungrounded and disoriented and sink back into a state of low-self esteem. Even if I come to the conclusion that my entire adult life, all the education/self improvement was built on a house of cards (realistically is is not, I have worked hard) that is for me to decide. I'm not one to fall for brainwashing or being "torn down" in order to be "built up" again.
He is resisting, (ha! I get to use that word too! ) but slowly beginning to understand where I'm coming from, and I'm trying to understand as well.
In the end, it's OK. We related well in the adult conceptual world (which a consult T told me is where I LIVE 24/7 as my primary defense) but I won't let him have access to the vulnerable child in me.
So much for integrating the two right now, but I have work to do. I'm taking meds and we can talk about books and ideas and other adult things and oddly... I'm perfectly happy with that.
I'm not crazy. I'm not as pathological as I thought. I'm probably LESS crazy than most of the dating community (read some of the online stuff about how to attract a man for amusement- and find out just how sane you probably are!!!)but therapy can (not always) become a self-fulfilling prophecy for things that never existed in the first place. Just sayin.
Sorry I'm so cynical, I welcome balanced view/experiences here. This was just my own experience with therapy. Obviously this is not helping with trust/vulnerability issues, but I am feeling stronger about living a life of relative solitude, and I'll be OK.