And I knew this was going to happen eventually, that the separation from my T would get painful, at least for a little while. The ending was so amazing (and thank you all again for your wonderful feedback about it!! And the ongoing celebration... ) that I have been buoyed along for days. I think it’s wearing off. The sense of connection and bonding and being able to trust in the relationship has not diminished, but I am starting to feel really sad realizing that I don’t know when, if ever, I’ll see my T again. I am missing him. I knew I faced a period of mourning, and both my T and were veryopen about that, even in our last session, so no surprises here. But it hurts. A lot. I miss him.
When I started thinking about why I wasn’t posting, I realized that I am, like a turtle, pulling back into my shell, because I am feeling hurt in relationship. There is still that reflex, that will always be there I believe, that when I let someone in and get close to them, and then feel pain as a result, the old belief of how dangerous and stupid it is to move closer to someone can still drive me unconsciously. So noticing that I am withdrawing from a safe place, and safe people brings this to consciousness. I am feeling gagged in a way, like it is too difficult to speak. When I started thinking about why I feel this way, I realized that my T can’t hear me. So why speak? I think somewhere inside, because the rapport and understanding was SO good with my T, it feels like no one else is capable of hearing me if he can’t. Which is obviously not true. I have not lost the capability of speech, nor is it true that I do have other people who hear and understand me. So to work against that belief, I’m writing this post. I know there’s really not anything anyone can do for me, this is just necessary mourning. But I also KNOW that reaching out and being heard is a real comfort for the pain.
This is also making it so clear to me just why it was necessary for me to leave therapy. Until my T isn’t listening and I can still feel heard, I would continue to carry the belief that the only place I could be heard was with him. Which isn’t the truth and it’s important that I experience the truth which is that I can both speak and be heard not only by my therapist, but by people in my other relationships. I have been blessed both with a family and friends, especially here, that do hear me so I can learn the truth.
So I’m really sorry I’m not very responsive right now, especially after everyone had just been incredibly supportive throughout my ending therapy. I’ll keep trying to post when and where I can between dealing with this and my work schedule. Thanks for listening, it feels especially precious today.
AG