I'm sitting here staring at my computer screen because I can't sleep because the grief is too intense and the pain is so bad. I want to be able to talk about how I'm feeling but at the same time, I'm feeling like "what's the point?" At the end of the thread, no matter what anyone says, I'll still be in the same place. At times like this,it's difficult to hold on to knowing that connecting and being understood really do help even when it can't change things.
I had a pretty intense session with my T yesterday morning. I was able to tell him about alot of the positive stuff that had been going on that I talked about in my last post and he was was very affirming about it. But when I reached the end of the story, I told him that I realized that I had faced a few major situations without him. Then I corrected myself, and said without contacting him because he had been with me every step of the way. And that it was really good to know that I had handled it on my own. But that it was really sad also.
I had started out the session by telling him that I had a lot of positive stuff to tell him but that I might be falling apart first. Sat for a moment, then said, nope, doing the positive stuff first. That statement and the fact that I had my blanket with me, probably provided a clue to where this was going.
He asked me to say more about it being sad and I fell apart. We spent the rest of the session discussing my grief about leaving, and about letting go of the fantasy that our relationship would ever be anything beyond therapy. He was very understanding and accepting of my feelings, even when I got really angry. At one point, he was explaining, for the 563,213th time the necessity of the boundaries, which quite frankly, at this point, I feel like I understand better than some of practicing Ts and could write a friggin' book on, and I literaly interrupted him by yelling "I really don't give a shit!" Which he of course, calmly accepted and understood, which in turn drives me nuts. At times like these, when it feels like my guts are being ripped out, his detachment gets especially irritating. And then he understands that too. and I just want to scream at him to stop being so damn wonderful, because that's not really helping. And then he gets that.
And we talk and he puts it all into perspective yada yada yada yada. The truth is, this hurts so damn much right now and I'm sick and tired of trying to work through it and understand it and accept it and be mature about it. It hurts very badly and I just want it to stop. I feel so trapped, like I can't bear to stay and I can't bear to leave. It was really difficult leaving yesterday (I actually ran over, which I very rarely do). I have been fighting wanting to call him since I walked out his door yesterday. And I know it would be ok for me to call but again, what's the point? It's still going to hurt when I'm done talking to him.
I have no idea what I'm trying to say. I just feel very overwhelmed and hurt and alone. I am keenly aware that I have so many wonderful people in my life who really do love me, but I think that this loss is evoking a very deep sense of deprivation and the desperate feelings of "why doesn't someone love me" that can still rear it's ugly head at times like these. And yes, we talked about that too.
We just went two weeks between appts because my T was out of the office part of last week and at the end, he asked if we wanted to continue with the two weeks and I told him I really didn't want to do that, I wanted to go one week. Then I told him that I wanted to talk about at our next appt, how we're going to handle the ending because I'm feeling like stretching out appts doesn't work well for me, that I use therapy better coming once a week and that it would be better to just continue on a weekly basis and set an end date. He seemed very open to it, or at least discussing it but it's really been bothering me. I've been second guessing myself and feeling like he really thinks I should be going two weeks and I've done something wrong by staying on a weekly schedule. And then I of course feel pathetic because it just seems so impossible for me to actually believe that I'll stop seeing him when I feel like I can't even go two weeks at a time.
I'm so tired and feeling worn out and its not helping that my husband is still working massive OT and I spent two hours on the phone yesterday with the insurance companies trying to get my daughter into a therapist, and then I got home after training to an email from a co-worker of mine that his last day in the office is this Friday which was a lot sooner than I expected.
He's the person I work the closest with in the company since he's the head of support and pretty much serves as my editor. He's also a close personal friend (our kids went to the same private school and our families attended the same church for awhile in addition to working together for 15 years). He's also one of the few men I really trust. His wife has a background of abuse and I've been able to be really open with him about my background and therapy. We also share very similar beliefs and really enjoy having deep discussions. But it really is just a friendship, it's never been burdened with anything beyond that. Again, rare for me, because I tend to eroticize most of my relationships with men.
He's moving to California, but staying with the company, he'll just be working remotely. We've been working on setting up webcams and software to allow us to handle our work electronically and in some ways much won't change. But it's also true that he'll no longer be just across the room. And he was always someone who I could go to when i was feeling fragile at work. Or talk to when i felt like I was overreacting to something because I was triggered so I could gain some perspective. And the timing sucks, I just didn't need to experience more loss right now. Kinda feel like the loss meter is full up.
So I'm in the middle of finally admitting the deep grief caused by leaving my T and now I'm throwing a going away party on Friday that I have to put together in two days and I'm in a all day training seminar for one of the programs that I use all day on Thursday. Just not having a good time. And I haven't even told my T this is happening because there hasn't been time in our sessions lately.
I am acutely aware that I am capable of dealing with all this but at the same time whimpering inside that I have to. It just hurts so much and I want my T more than that hour a week. I want him to tell me he's going to miss me too much and not to go. I know, blue is a terrible color on me, so holding my breath to hear that probably isn't a brilliant idea.
I understand so much but right now it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. It hurts and I want it to stop. Or at least I'd like to be able to sleep. I've probably howled enough now, so I'm going to post this and hope it's vaguely coherent.
AG