I've been sick this week with a cold which always tires me out but therapy is exhausting me. I thought things would get easier after talking to T about my trauma and realizing that I really could trust him but it doesn't. When I told him that yesterday he told me that it is because he keeps pushing things and we were having conversations about intense things that we couldn't have had 6 months ago.
The last few sessions we've been talking about my childhood and how my parents treated me and my siblings. I've always known my parents were strict and didn't care about us unless we were behaving exactly how they wanted. My mother in particular was always more concerned with appearance than reality. I used to tell people my mother specialized in living in her own reality and forcing me to live in it too.
I'm so confused after my sessions. I'm a mixture of emotions. I feel awful and then I think it wasn't so bad and mhy T is overreacting and encouraging me to. Then I think does it really matter because I'm the problem in my life now. I'm the one who has trouble with relationships, parenting, overeating, self injury etc. and I'm too old to blame it on my parents. Then my T will say some minor thing and I'll think he doesn't believe and he thinks I'm a whiner which goes against everything else he said in session.
Last night I told about my sister and my cousin backing my parents car into traffic. My dad spanked my sister with a belt until she told the truth about what happened. She was 3 and I was 5 and he said "tell me the truth, were you in the car" and she would say no and he would hit her. Eventually someone asked her if she knew what the truth was and then explained it was what really happened so she admitted it. My T asked me what kind of car it was because they shouldn't have gone into gear without the key. Of course I don't know what kind of car it was I was a 5 year old girl. In my disturbed night after the session I wondered if he was trying to tell me my memory couldn't be correct and I ended up emailing and calling him today to ask him if he didn't believe me.
I hate the fact that my feelings are all over the place. I want to quit therapy and never go back but I would miss my T. and I hate my T for keeping me talking about my childhood. Does it ever get better or do you spend all your time in therapy talking about your miserable life?