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You want to tell him that he does not understand what it is doing to you now so that is what you should tell him. Especially since it bothers you so much.
Hi TN,
Thanks for the information
First- I have been feeling a bit to exposed by my on-line name so I am changing it. Everyone will still know me by the picture. Sharing intimate stuff with the idea that someone could see it, has really been bothering me lately. My T once said that he might check out the site, but I told him that the page is set up to a Google search. When you log on with your name, an immediate search is started, and if it comes up that you are a therapist, an immediate alarm goes off, and you are shut out of the site. (except Shrink-lady of course) So I told him not to bother. He laughed and said that he doesn't have the time to do that anyway. I don't think he believed me.
Anyway- the touch. I don't know how to tell him. The feeling was so strong, and so different, that it took me by COMPLETE surprise. The change happened right in the middle of the hug. I was yelling-"Oh Shit, oh shit" in my head because they were erotic feelings. I left totally ashamed and embarrassed.
When I first started therapy and in dealing with the trauma, these feelings surfaced, but there were no hugs then. I have no idea what.... Wait a minute, yes I do.
I can't tell him this. The session before my last one- my T was wearing a button down shirt with a pull-over fleese. As I was taking my jacket off to hang it up- and offering to hang his too, I turned around to see him stuck in his fleese. His shirt was up around his armpits and his fleese was over his head and he was stuck, completely exposing his upper body. (I have seen him shirtless swimming at the Y, and this did not happen, though) I immediately turned away, thinking that this was incredibly funny, but also feeling a bit embarrassed for him. I made sure that I was turned away by the time he untangled himself. Truly it was quite funny. I wonder if this is what changeed things suddenly for me 2 weeks later. How do I share this? I can't.
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if I got hurt (cuts and scrapes or bruises) I got yelled at and so I learned to withdraw when I was in pain.
Yes, this I can relate to very well. I had Rheumatic fever which showed up as severe joint pain- sometimes could not walk, but because sometimes overnight the pain would switch to a different joint, for years beginning as far back as I can remember, no one believed me. My pain caused major family disruption. I was not diagnosed until age 10. At this time I was hospitalized for almost a month (sheer torture) Then my physical activity was limited (another punnishment) with what seemed like forever, and was on daily medication until age 20, I never returned to the school I was going to, because the nuns treated my sister unjustly at the time, so never any closure there.
Cuts and bruises after that were rare. I was not allowed to have them. If I did I had to hide it because I was not supposed to run and play, just walk and sit, sit, sit.
If I did need medical attention for cuts... I got yelled at as you can imagine- for disobeying. I had forgotten this stuff. Maybe this is important to show my T. Thanks for triggering this memory.
I still don't know what to do about the other stuff. though.