she does not 'get' me. she does not seem to see my inherent worth as a person. i am alone in that room. it is not working. she looks at me like a science project and not a person. she does not reach IN to who i am, and believe in me. just like my parents didn't know who i was or beleive in me...or care...
she does not 'engage'. she does not care. she thinks of me as just another hour on another day. and does not seem committed to reaching me where i need to be reached. not that i know where that is, but, she should. it has been six months. i am no better with her. if anything, being with her has brought out the sickness in me more.
i am disappointed, but, i gave it six months. and, i need someone who believes in me. who sees my worth. i can't have a repeat of my parents who were not engaged in knowing WHO i am, who do not see my uniqueness and worth.
i am pissed.
but, she brings me down, or, being in there brings me down.
i am pursuing psychoanalysis, and have met someone i like. he does not see me as a basketcase. he seems to bring out my worth and my self confidence. more carl rogers-ish. i asked if he was just 'shining me on', and i don't think he is.
i feel bad quitting anything, without seeing it through. but, this just makes me sicker it seems. we don't learn enough skills, it always seems to be crisis management, and the crisis generally revolves around my acceptance, or lack of feeling accepted in there. it brings me to anger and groveling and crying and feeling like the five year old i am trying to outgrow. and just staying in that state is making my present life just pass before my eyes, without me being in it.
i am not there to win her approval, but that seems to be the issue i face every week. with no success. i feel like a loser in there. sad, mad, alone...a loser. and, really, i am NOT a loser. i've got some stuff going on, but the person i bring in there is not the person i am...i don't know if it is her or me, or dbt. but, i can't bring my essence in there, apparently. and, without empathy and kindness. jsut a cold distance between us, i can't get out of the hole i crawl into in there.
it is quite mysterious. but, it is like a dark trench coat that covers my entire body that i have to wear to feel safe in there. and i am so hidden, and so repressed, and so absurd, that i just want to cry out "this is NOT ME" you don't know me!!! if you did, you would like me. i am a nice person. i have value. i am kind. i do love, i do have relationships, i am not the sicko you think i am. i am not jumping off XXX! (a highway overpass) you don't know me, if you did, you would know how to help me. i have been an open book for six months and you tell me 'i talk in code'. i pour my brain and my soul out, weekly, and try to stuff it all back in and function, but i can't do that anymore. i am crying for help, but you don't hear me. just like my parents. THIS is re-traumatizing!! enough!
so.
i am really not a quitter, but, that is where i am.
i don't know what i am posting here about, but, maybe i wish she was reading this and could save me. not that i am sui. at all, just, i hate to leave unfinished business. i wish it was working.
i want to argue with her. i want to ENGAGE!
i want a reaction, i want to be seen. i can't go climb into her dark pit once a week without seeing a light at the end of her tunnel. i am NOT a quitter, so this really goes against my grain, but we don't learn skills!!! we crisis-manage, and the crisis centers around the lack of worth i see in her eyes. enough.
wish me luck, jill