It's interesting how it happened though. I've been seeing my T for half a year, and I thought things going well. He knew private stuff about me, he knew what were some of my difficulties. Occasionally I would get some neat advice. Isn't this was therapy is about?
Apparently not.
Some weeks ago my T forgot to show up to my appointment. I was so upset, felt so uncared for and unimportant. I have abandonment issues and I had developed romantic transference towards my T so I was properly miserable about the situation. On the next session I was unable to be my usual controlled self and broke down crying and spilled my guts on how disappointed at him I was for doing that to me, how much he sucked as a T for forgetting about me (makes me cringe when I think about it).
I know now that this was the first time I was 100% authentic with him.
Weird enough, this was also the beginning of the crumbling of my walls. (I think I even suggested him to skip someone else's session if they were feeling stuck ).
I ended up going to the next appointment where we talked about what had happened. He owned his responsibility so beautifully I felt it was really healing (I knew this word from the forums already, but actually *feeling* it happening in me is like a little miracle).
I suggested that I start having 2 sessions per week. I was already thinking about it before this happened, I could feel the disconnection between the weekly sessions (I don't contact T outside sessions), I had trouble imagining him as a real person and it was part of the reason why I felt unsafe and didn't trust him. He rarely self disclosed too, which didn't help being vulnerable around him.
The thing is, the second session was held at his place (where he does most of his practice, but so far I've only been to the therapy center he shares because it's closer to where I live). It felt sooooo different it was unbelievable. To actually be in his house! (Well of course I didn't see any of the living part, I went straight to therapy room). But to know that those were his plants and those were his books, and those were his personal things. I think I spent the first 10 minutes looking around and asking "what's that" XD.
It felt like he was all around me, protecting me. And like he was trusting me as well.
I know some of you see your Ts at their personal address, do you feel the same way? Maybe if you have always seen your T there you're immune to it, but do you feel that it is safer because it's in their house? I'm really curious about it, because I didn't expect this reaction from me at all.
I actually opened up about really hard stuff and I couldn't believe how easy it was, I couldn't believe I was actually saying all those things. I was worried I would feel guilty about sharing so much all of a sudden but because I knew I would see him 3 days later (as opposed to the usual loooong 7 days) I felt safe and coped.
And last session was the best I've ever had. He disclosed personal info about himself so freely that I was shocked. He explained that he finally found out that in order to help me opening up I need to see him as a real person, that I need a different kind of warmth. I felt so thankful that he could *see* me, and that he was willing to share just to help me trust him. It was so cool of him I'm still in a haze.
My God, I love him to bits.