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This is a very quick summary of my session today. Please forgive the typos!

I gave T a little chocolate heart today. I liked seeing him on Valentines Day even if we didn't talk about it. I told him I brought him a little something and gave it to him and he said thank you that was very nice, thank you. He didn't yell at me about feeding him LOL. He set it on his desk and I liked seeing it there.

I talked to him today about session endings and how the words "stop" and "end" are triggering to me and I think it's when I dissociate. He will say "we HAVE to stop here" or "we HAVE to end here". So I had jotted down on a sticky some ideas that I could refer to. Like... let's start winding down here or let's start to wrap up here or let's pause here for today... an then he should aske me if I need to ask or say anything. He really liked the ideas and asked me for the sticky. He admitted he has been remiss in watching the clock and not giving me any warning. He said he is so engaged in talking to me that the time seems to go very quickly. At least I'm not putting him to sleep !!!

I also told him that when he reminds me to look at what he does for me I hear my mom and what she used to tell me and then I get the feeling to run away from him. He said that is transference and I said yeah I know and it's triggering me. He said that my solution is for him not to say those things because it causes transference and he told me that he HAS to say those things so I can eventually hear HIS message which is that "I do these things freely for you because I care about you and you are important". He said he really does not care if I experience transference because this is what helps him to help me work through the damage of the past. I know that made sense but it's hard walking through it to the other side.

Then we talked about why even if my story last week was rather benign that I freaked out when he didn't remember or comment about it. I realized the simple act of just TELLING him anything about me is terrifying... especially the stuff that happened before OldT because it feels like if he knows THAT part of who I was in any way it will give him reason to abandon me like oldT did. He said he already knows me and described how he does, etc. and that what I tell him just fills in some of the outside of my life and who I am but he already knows my core and who I am and that is what he likes and respects. I told him this is why I needed to hear his comments and thoughts about what I told him even if it was benign. But I also had to finish my story which I did, telling him how my mom got so angry at my writing when I was 13 and she ripped up my stories into little pieces and how I tried to put them back together and I couldn't because they were in the trash and dirty and mixed up. And I felt like I had been torn up too. That I was in pieces. And it brought back the memory of when she had my long hair cut off and I tried to tape it back on. I was around 5 or 6 then. I told T I seem to be stuck at 6. He agreed and we talked about how my reasoning is so distorted and convoluted at times because it's the very predicatable reasoning of a 6 year old. It was normal for a child to think that way. He says the core of my fear is that I am too much or need too much and will be punished if anyone realizes this. Oh and it was interesting that he added that oldT also tore my stuff up when he returned my things in that box. I added yeah and when he took an email that I wrote to him from my heart and edited it to say what HE wanted it to say or felt I was saying to him in a very negative way and sent it back to me in the box. He twisted everything making me look awful and bad.

T sighed and said oldT was a f---ing idiot and he wishes I never saw him and that I am a way better writer than oldT could ever dream of being. He said that he likes how I write and he keeps and values everything I write to him.

We talked about anger and how threatening it feels to me and he said it's okay that I can't find the right volume now. He knows I'm not malicious at all and I won't hurt him. He said it's good that I get angry and that it may be messy at times but I need to learn how to use this in the real world. He said anger tells the other person something... that they are hurting you in some way. He said that I will notice when my anger has the right volume because it will make the other person sit up and pay attention to you and what you need.

He told me he knows I get angry because I don't have control in there. He has the control because even if I know a lot he knows even more (sometimes I hate him for that or maybe I'm jealous ... not sure) and that he understands the process having been through it enough.

I told him how I never did anything as a child or student... no extra curricular stuff, no lessons and I was so talentless and so NOT special in any way. He said that my mother's lack of interest in me was always turned back on me. We need to explore this further but time was running out and we were both cognizant of it. He did end the session gently and it felt much better. I got a strong handshake which I told him I actually could FEEL and two separate pats on the arm and shoulder. He told me I did really good work today... which I believe because I am incredibly tired and could sleep for a week.

That's about it. Thanks for reading.
TN
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(((TN)))
That's so good to hear. There must be something
about Valentines Day sessions. I had one too
yesterday and after a year of me telling her I
love her as a person and as a friend which I
did again yesterday; she finally told me that
she accepted that; that it wasn't an issue; and
that we'd likely be friends for life. She also
accepted my gift of a small box of chocolate
hearts.
Maybe sessions on 2/14 should be compulsary!! Smiler
((((TN))))

That sounds terrific! I totally agree with what your T said about him having to repeat things so that you will no longer associate them negatively with your mother. This has happened to me in my therapy and it really is true. We could try to convince other people to NOT say things that trigger us. However, that would be such a huge task for us to do that it's easier for us to work on being able to tolerate these things and even come to see them as benign.

It has taken me a long time to see this but it's dawning on me that the less I try to control what other people say and do so that I feel comfortable, the better. I can see now how my mother needed to see the world and me in a certain way and that is why our relationship has been so difficult. It made HER feel uncomfortable and insecure if I was anything other than what she needed me to be in order to feel good about herself. The truth is, she's a very anxious woman and a lot of things make her uncomfortable but it's her problem and I'm not going to make it mine anymore.

Good work, TN. Hope you got some sleep.
Liese... it sounds to me like you are also making good progress in seeing these things that you were not aware of before. This is part of what we learn in therapy. It's hard to have grown up with a mother who makes it all about them. I was never allowed to do anything because it would scare my mother and so in order to keep me close she would scare ME and then I was anxious about everything. I really try not to pass this on to my son.

I am learning to tolerate all the nice things my T says to me Big Grin. Sometimes it is just so hard to take in and hold onto.

Thx
TN
(((TN)))

So glad you are learning to take in the good things your T says about you. I know how hard that can be.

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it sounds to me like you are also making good progress in seeing these things that you were not aware of before.


I don't know about anyone else but I have a different experience these days when I experience an intense emotion. I used to just FEEL it and feel it intensely. Was kind of "blinded" by it, if you know what I mean. It was the only thing I could see. Now, the process kind of reminds me of the sea creatures who sold their souls to the sea witch, how shrivelled up they are. This is going to sound kind of bizarre and it's the first time I'm attempting to put the experience into words but here goes. So, now when I have an intense emotion, it seems to kind of shrivel up and float up towards the surface to where I can "see" it. Instead of it being huge and me being blinded by it, it's smaller and I can actually "see" it for what it is and understand where it came from. The feelings can still be intense when I have them initially but they don't last as long and they aren't as overwhelming.

I had a Valentine's Day session with my T too. We've had at least one valentine's day session together but in the past, I didn't really give it a thought. I just went and didn't say anything about valentine's day. It wasn't the focus. But this year, I found myself trying to pretend it didn't exist and wanting to intentionally ignore it when I saw him.

My 5 year old's school was making a BIG deal out of Valentine's Day this year. I think it was because all the Halloween festivities got cancelled due to the hurricane. I watched her making her cards. She was so excited and made up a poem for everyone in the class. I was so touched by her outpouring of "love" and wanted to share my "love" with the people I love. So, I decided to acknowledge the day with my T afterall. I made him a card of three hearts cut out of construction paper. The largest heart was dark pink. The smallest was white and the one in the middle was light pink. I wrote the meaning of the colors and how they symbolized him or my feelings for him inside the card.

The website I found said that white symbollized "spiritual love". I've never told my T I love him and I've been reluctant to do that. I've expressed "gratitude" but never love. I decided that I was okay with the words "spiritual love" and included it in the card. I wouldn't let him read it when I was there with him. Later in the day, when I was doing something really difficult that he knew about, he called and left a message for me about how much he loved the card and how much it meant to him. He mentioned that he knew where I was and that he hoped everything was going okay. I don't know if he timed things that way intentionally or it just turned out he had a break in his schedule then but either way, it was reassuring to hear that he was okay with what I wrote.

He brought it up again in Monday's session and told me how touched he was. We talked about my fear of pushing him away because of the card and it was clear I hadn't. Why does it have to be so scary to tell someone you love them?

One of the reasons why I wanted to express my love for him that day was because I think he's been alone a long time and I don't think he's having much luck on the dating scene. I don't know anything for sure because he doesn't disclose much at all but I do a lot of inferencing. I decided that I wanted to take care of him and let him know he is loved. I know I'm not supposed to take care of my T but I read something that gave me the freedom to take care of him just a little bit. I'll share it with you. It is from a book called "Treating the Adult Survivor of Childhood Sexual Abuse," by Davies and Frawley.

"We have already described the extent to which abused children try to rescue the psychologically damaged abusers with whom they are in relationship. As adults, this striving is combined with the need all patients experience to cure their therapists (cite) and is manifested in treatment through the patients attempts to rescue the the therapist. Patients who were sexually abused often are remarkably sensitive to and accurate about their therapist's mooods and dynamics. Frequently if a patient senses that their therapist is distraught or in pain, the patient moves quite lovingly to repair the clinician. We are aware, of course, that these loving efforts coexist with the patients anxious fear that she must tend to the therapist, lest the attachment be threatened. At this point, we selectively focus on the love and gratitude encapsulated in the wish to repair."

The book goes on to tell the story about a patient who sensed that her therapist was worried about something and told her therapist funny stories the whole session. The therapist DID actually feel better by the end of the session. The patient and the therapist discussed that session many times later.

"The patient expressed great joy that she could have a curative effect on the clinican. Over the course of treatment, she referred to this incident many times with gratutide that the therapist had allowed the patient to tend to her in this way. We certainly are not advocating mutual analysis in which the analyst regularly shares personal problems with the patient and uses the latter as a therapist. We are suggesting, however, that one transference-countertransference enactment that will arise in work with a survivor is the patient as rescuer of the clinician and that, when this spontaneously occurs .... it can be therapeutic for the patient to succeed in curing the therapist. Among other things, it relieves the patients sense of herself as toxic."

The sense that we are toxic is something that crops up often here in threads. I know I feel that way. It DID and DOES in fact make me feel less toxic to be able to give something to my therapist instead of always feeling like I'm a drain. It makes the relationship feel more balanced. To me, anyway. That is why I gave myself the green light to express my love for him on Valentine's Day. I honestly have no idea if it really made any difference in his life. I hope it did but just thinking that it did does bring me great joy. And he lets me think it.

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