Today I went to my session carrying 5 different games (board and card) planning to ask my T if we could play something while we talked. I find playing games very relaxing and I have often had great talks while playing a game. In the past when I've doubted how my T really felt about me he has joked that I've never seen him play poker and he is a terrible bluffer so I thought he didn't like cards but I decided to risk it.
So I put this big bag of games down on the couch and T and I start talking. He asks me some questions and I try and answer until it gets too uncomfortable because we are talking about a sensitive topic (I won't get into here) and then I tell him I don't want to talk about it anymore. He asks what we can do to keep me from freezing up and shutting down. I remember a special candy treat my kids got for Halloween that he didn't like but I knew my T did so I give him a couple of little packages which lightened tbe session briefly.
Out of the blue my T asks me how I am doing with a particular odd type of self-harm that I struggle with. I told him about it about five weeks ago and since then I've been freaking out in lots of different ways. I've contacted more. I've struggled with therapy. I've wished I never said anything. I've considered finding a new T and never going there again. I've been struggling to trust my T. He just asked me outright using words that I've never said in front of him how much I was doing the behaviour.
For a moment I was stunned and then I buried my face in my hands and tried to calm down. I cried and eventually I told him I didn't want to talk about it. Then he told me some stuff. Things like that he knew I was ashamed of myself but he wanted me to know that we could talk about it and that it didn't disgust him. I cried and eventually told him I didn't believe him and I thought he was just saying that. He kept talking. I felt like I was spinning out of it. Eventually I got angry and told him I couldn't believe that when he knew I was struggling so much to even come to the session that he decided to talk about the most disgusting and shameful thing. I told him he must really want to drive me away and it would have been easier to tell me fuck you in an email.
The rest of the session is a blue except right at the end I was drying my eyes and trying to pull myself together and I looked at the games and told him that I thought we could play something together and he thought he should ambush me with one of the worst things I've ever told him. I drove home and had trouble concentrating enough to drive. Then I got home and fell asleep in the driver's seat. I had to wake up and take my daughter to a high school info night so I called someone and asked them to drive. On the walk to their house I almost walked in front of a car and I broke down into uncontrollable tears and sobs in the middle of a high school drama performance and had to leave the auditorium.
I even wrote him an email telling him that the sesion was a perfect metaphor. I tried to feel less like a disgusting specimen under a microscope by playing some innocent kids game and he decides to bring up and try to talk about something that I am so ashamed and now all I remember is him sitting calmly and eating halloween candy while I was emotionally overwhelmed and crying like a baby.
I'm so confused: part of me is impressed he pushed the issue because it is awful and unspeakable to me and clearly not to him because he could talk to me about it and shake my hand afterwards; part of me is so ashamed I can't imagine ever going back to talk to him again; and part of me wants to walk in front of a bus so I don't have to live with the guilt.
I hope it gets easier to live with tomorrow.