I was nervous that he was going to cancel today because when I saw him on MOnday he had a bad cold. I had been antsy all week because I could not hold a connection to him due to the fact that he would not shake hands on Monday, claiming that he did not want to get me sick. It was very arkward when I left him on Monday as he stood very far away from me and kept his distance during the session. This was rather unsettling to me but I kept telling myself he was being cautious not to get me sick, although I felt it was no big deal and could just wash my hand or use some Purell. After all we both touched the doorknob
So today at the end of the session I put my blanket away and was so downhearted having to leave him at Christmas without even a handshake (he didn't shake my hand when I got there again saying he still had the cold). And so I walked up to him and said... do you know what I have in my purse? He said, probably just about anything (it's a big purse) and I said I have Purell and I promise to use it if you will shake my hand for Christmas. Pathetic I know. And so he reluctantly did saying don't blame him if I get sick.
After the session I spoke with a friend and we talked about how it all went and it seemed okay to me. Then later on when I was sitting alone I was hit full force by something that I had blocked out from the session. It has sent me directly to the black hole of self hatred and self disgust and it's not pretty here.
In a nutshell... while talking to T about Christmas I told him how one Christmas was special because it was the first time I shook oldT's hand. How it took me a year to work up the courage to do that and how memorable it was and how we continued to shake after that (he does not know about the hugs). I told him how we discussed it and it turned out to be a really okay connecting thing. He remarked that it was odd that OldT didn't shake hands as he was trained to shake hands and he uses it as a "marker" for when the session begins and when it ends. The "work" is over when we shake hands and begins when we shake hands. We can still chit chat at the end of the session but work is done. The handshake is the frame of the session. It's a marker for him. Well as you can imagine how awful this feels to me after struggling so much to accept that he does not hug or touch and working SO hard to convince myself that the handshake was him offering warmth and caring and connection. Was his way of offering that touch that he offers in no other way and trying to tell myself it was the same as getting a hug. And maybe I was so stupid and so oblivious to the ending of the "work" and the session and that is why a few times he shook my hand a second time... to shut me up.
If he needs a marker then maybe he can blow a whistle or use a bullhorn or something.... not use a handshake. That has now lost ALL meaning for me and I am back with that terrible pain in my chest and in my hands. The pain I experienced the last time we talked about touch and I was so devastated. My hands hurt me again. On top of this it seems like I'm the only one who has been denied this kind of healing touch that I need/yearn for so badly. It just makes me feel awful and I hate that in my last two sessions my T has not even come near me and stands with his hands in his pockets on the other side of the room and says goodbye and how today I FORCED him to shake hands with me. Yeah yeah he has a cold big deal... I'm with a sick kid all the time and bosses who are sneezing all over the place and I am still alive.
I feel like thiings are broken and that I cannot do this anymore. I have been struggling with doing any real therapy since the touch rejection conversation. I have skirted around it but I can't get back to therapy because I am totally blocked by the feeling that he has NO idea how this is impacting me and how disgusting I feel no matter how much I try to intellectualize and rationalize.
And now I'm melting down into a dark black place and want to hide and forget the holiday.
So that's it. A very merry christmas to me.
TN