So today I go in and I had a truly horrible Mother's Day yesterday and was so freaked with anxiety (the whole memory of last year, added to the fact that my son was pretty injured in a bike accident and was sick all night and I had no sleep). So instead of launching into oldT stuff I talked about current stuff, my son, his issues, my parenting issues, then veering off into talking more about my termination/abandonment etc. Well we ran out of time and as I got up to leave I told my T that I was upset time ran out and we had no time to discuss his response to oldT. He said to me that he pretty much had an idea of what he would say to him. That upset me because for one, I didn't know what he was going to say, and two, it didn't sound like he supported my goal of having that last session. So I questioned him (this is at the door which is a BAD idea to do) and he said that IF there were to be a meeting it would be there in current T's office, not oldT's office,... because "this is your home now".
It was like I was stabbed in the heart. I looked at my T and said to him that I have to get back into oldT's building even if I had to buy it myself because I needed that closure. And then I left him and went back to work.
Soon as I got there I started crying in fear and pain and grief. It was terrible. I was SO FURIOUS with my T I hated him. I am so angry that he told me that his office was my home now. To my ears it sounded like punishment, like I've been forced into an orphanage or an institution and dragged from my "real" home. There was nothing soothing or comforting in hearing him say that. It was horribly frightening to me. I don't WANT that to me my home. I want to go back to my real home.
I don't know why this is having such an enormous impact on me. I feel like something HUGE happened today that turned me against my T and I have totally rejected him and any thought of that EVER being my home. It's just a cold, austere, office in a modern office building devoid of warmth and cozyness. I go there I talk to him, I leave. I never long to be back there. I don't connect with the decor (only the wall of books brings me some feeling of comfort and safety) I don't miss that office. I never think of it as home. And I am SO angry at him for forcing that on me.
I spoke to a friend on the phone which was helpful and she encouraged me to beep him. I did and he called between patients so we didn't have long to talk. He explained that he said that as an "invitation" for me to consider it a home not as a demand. Intellectually, I understood his point. Then I challenged him and told him I knew he didn't want me to see oldT and he didn't want me to have that last session that I feel I need so badly. He said it was not him preventing that but oldT. He said that there is nothing he wants more than for me to find closure. I told him he was not helping me to get the session and he said if so, then it's because he is afraid oldT will hurt me again and he does not want to see that happen to me. So I asked him, "how can he hurt more more than he did by abandoning me?" My T said "well he managed to find a way to do that when he delivered your belongings to you". I had to admit that he did hurt me again. He said he has to do what is best for me.
The thing is that I feel like NO BODY is listening to ME. I am screaming that I need the opportunity to say good-bye... to my "home" to the dog that I loved so much, even to oldT. I need that final closure. Just like when people return to the scene of a crime or accident... or all those people who have returned to Ground Zero in NYC who lost loved ones there. There is a very very strong compulsion to go back. But I have been prevented in doing this and I truly believe I will never really heal unless I am given this chance to say good-bye. To go back to his office and touch the walls and look around one last time. To erase the images I have of leaving there with the police. Of the horror of that day. But no one seems to care that this is what I need to do ... for me... for my healing.
I am so sad and I feel so alone. I am not sure I can go back to talk to my T about this because I am so angry with him and feel like he hurt me badly by saying that to me. I don't believe this disruption can be repaired. I have so many problems to deal with at home and I can't even face them because I have nothing left in me. I'm tired and I just want to give up because the pain in my heart just won't go away.
Thanks for listening
TN