I don't know why I chose the name "Exploring;" I wanted to choose something clever, but everything I thought of sounded contrived. So..."Exploring" it is, although giving a strict definition of exactly what it is that I am exploring eludes me. Right now I am exploring ways to avoid getting out of bed, even though it is past noon.
I posted a somewhat lengthy description of my experience in therapy several days ago, but took it down because I felt too naked. Also, I was afraid I wrote in too many specifics about my life--I don't want a friend or family member to stumble across this (amazing!) site and realize that they were uncomfortably staring into my personal insecurities.
A. G., thank you for the personal response to my "say anything" post! I had the sense of being an anonymous passenger on a crowded subway, and you made eye contact with me and smiled at me. Brought tears to my eyes.
I am actually on both sides of the fence: I am a therapist (in training) and a client of several years. It was with my therapist's support that I went back to school. It's taken a lot of years, because I've also been raising kids along the way. I can tell you a few things absolutely:
1. Therapists definitely think about their clients between sessions, and care about what happens to them.
2. Therapists' lives are just as likely as anyone else's to be messy.
3. The boundaries, which have been so painful in my own therapy, truly do protect the client and allow the therapist to put the client first in the relationship.
4. Well, I guess there is not really a #4 right now. :-)
I am sure you guys realize that stuff, but I can attest to it.
I feel alone and abandoned right now. My therapist went on vacation without giving me much notice. I feel like a tiny child crying for her mother, which is weird because my therapist is actually a bit younger than I am. I asked her recently about how she feels about me, and she looked at me with so much--love?--that it overwhelmed me a little. She must have seen that, because she said, "It's okay for you to be special."
Special. Something I never felt inside, growing up, or even worthwhile.
I learned how to respond to the needs of others, but never to have my own needs.
So. There are people who care about me, but the first person I have ever willingly reached out my hand to with my emotional needs is missing right now.
And I can't get out of bed.