I don't know what I already shared in bits and pieces here and there, so forgive me if I am repeating myself, but Wednesday I practically said nothing the entire session. I sat there clutching and hiding behind her large throw pillow avoiding eye contact most of the time. The facts were already on the table since I had already sent her an email, but the work was sitting there while she gently spoke to my shame. By the end of my session I started weeping and I couldn't stand up. I cried, "I don't want to leave. I know I have to but I don't want to leave." Almost begging her to let me stay. She honored and validated my feelings by expressing that she knew how hard it is for me to leave and she allowed me a few more minutes until I finally was able to stand up. As I was leaving she gave me a hug and I am now aware that she is far more generous with hugs than I knew before. If I want a hug at the end of session, all I have to do is ask. To be hugged in a way that it is all for you (because there can be no mutuality in therapist hugs) is quite a healing feeling. It is one of the richest most meaningful hugs I've ever experienced. I am apprehensive to share this as I know some T's don't allow hugs, so I hope it does not incite any negative feelings. But it is the whole of my expereince that I really need to share and I hope that is ok.
Thanks for listening everyone. While I am missing my T, I really do feel that I possess a very real and strong part of her to carry with me. I am anxious to see how we work through some new deveoplments and revelations I've learned about myself and my coping mechanisms I employed since childhood. It should prove to be very interesting and perhaps I will be able to share some of those details eventually too. We shall see.
JM