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It has never occurred to me that any of my needs and wants could actually BE MET. I just assumed that I had to admit to them, feel them, own them in order to experience the impossibility of ever getting them met, deal with the anger and grief of unmet needs and get on with living without those childish needs and wants. It never occurred to me that a therapist actively meeting some of my needs and wants could actually be part of the process.
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LL,
It's a little redundant for me to add to this thread because the discussion has been great and you've gotten so much great feedback but what you said really resonated with me.
I found this to be one of the most confusing things about therapy, that I could get my needs met so that I could heal and that therapy wouldn't be enough. When I complained to my T about the boundaries and how frustrating they would be (sometimes weekly I might add), that I longed so desperately for things I couldn't have, he would regularly tell me he understood my frustration that of course, therapy wasn't enough. When he said that I would be thinking "then what the $%^% am I doing here then?"
There is an ambivalence at the heart of therapy and you've identified it. (I agree with TN that you've made a MAJOR breakthrough). The truth is that when we're small our attachment figures are supposed to help us identify and understand our needs as well as teach us what we need to do to get them met. At the base of all that should be that they are attuned and responsive enough that we experience the world as a place where you can EXPECT that your needs will be met. None of this happened in the kinds of childhoods we had. I know for me that the pain of not having my needs met got so bad that I decided that if my needs couldn't be met, the problem wasn't the people failing to meet them, it was the needs. So I decided to stop having them. I saw feeling needy as a dangerous, horrible thing because it ONLY led to pain.
That's the part you can fix in therapy. My T has provided a trustworthy, stable, consistent care upon which I could depend while being safe enough, as TN mentioned above, that I could express my needs for care and understanding and acceptance. As well as teach me to regulate all the emotions that I had never been taught to handle. Those are all things my T can give me. It took my T a LONG time to convince me that it was alright that I get in touch with him between sessions. He finally had to practically yell at me that it was actually theraputic and very important. That my instinct was to move away when I was in pain or feeling my needs, but that's wrong. Human beings are meant to move towards others to get their needs met. So it was important that when I needed help or reassurance that I ask for it, and experience having my needs met. There were literally times I would call my T and tell him, I just needed to know he was there. And he would reassure me that he was and it was good I called. This was healing in that I learned I mattered, I was worth listening to and that when I asked I often got what I asked for.
On the other hand (you knew there would be an "on the other hand" right?) not all the unmet needs of childhood can now be met. We can take things in and make them a part of ourselves in childhood in a way that we can't as adults. In some ways and in some areas, that time has passed and the door of opportunity has closed and cannot be re-opened no matter how much we or our therapist would like to be able to do that. So the boundaries are there so that our Ts can be "cruel to be kind." My T is VERY careful to never hold out the hope of giving me something he knows its impossible to give. Some losses are just that, losses. There are needs that can't be met now, and those need to be grieved and let to heal. So the "optimal frustration" of therapy is what points us to those losses so that we can at last feel the pain that we didn't have the resources we needed to face then, so that we can heal and go on. My T talked about it being like someone burying a spade in a tree, the tree grows around the spade and thrives but the spade is always there. So we learn to live with those losses and open ourselves up to live a full life.
So bottom line, my T unhesitatingly and freely provides me with anything I ask that he is capable of giving and believes is for my good. He withholds anything that he thinks would damage me (even when it would make his life easier) and never offers anything he can't give. But he is patient and understanding to hear all my feelings about how I feel not getting what I want. And that allows me to heal.
We once went through a five week gap because our vacations ran into each other. Let me tell you that was a LONG five weeks, especially as there were several stressful situations going on in my family and I was seeing my mother for the first time in several years. I emailed my T twice near the end of the gap and didn't get a reply for either email. When I saw him for my first session back, he told me that he didn't respond because they didn't need a response. I kind of shrugged it off but near the end of the session, my T actually asked me where the anger was? I didn't really know what to say. And then on the drive home I realized I was FURIOUS. So much so that I ended up taking our couples session the next night and going alone (my husband offered). When we started talking about how I felt I realized that the break had been so long and I had missed my T so much that what I wanted was to be able to have a warm fuzzy "gosh I missed you" and be able to talk about our vacations etc. and what I got was detached T. It took me a while to get it out but I was some kind of PISSED. And my T stepped up the detachment as a deliberate provocation and asked if that was what I meant (I told him later I almost threw a pillow at him. He thanked me for my restraint.
) He really pushed me for how I felt and what I wanted and I ended up telling him quite vehemently (ok, I was bordering on screaming) that I was sick and tired of him sitting behind his boundaries while I had throw my heart into the middle of the room and expose everything. That I hated that yawning chasm between his recliner and my seat and that I didn't want him to help me to analyze it or understand it, I wanted him to f---ing get up (my language gets bad when I'm angry) and come over and hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright. And he said to me, that he could do that but in the long run it wouldn't help because then I wouldn't deal with the pain of what I had missed and I wouldn't heal. To which, I replied, I kid you not, that sometimes I wished he would just f---ing lie to me. (This from the woman who once told him that I really appreciated that he wouldn't lie to me that I would rather be honestly hurt by him and know I could trust what he said.) It didn't change anything but it was such a relief to finally just blurt that out since I had been wanting that for a long time. His response was to completely understand why I wanted that so much and actually that I had every right to want that. So even though I couldn't get what I wanted, I got what I needed, which was to be heard. He has explained to me on so many occasions that while the withholding when I was young was someone else putting their needs first, the withholding now was about caring about me and what was good for me. And he knew that would trigger the feelings of not being worthy or deserving but that wasn't true. It eventually sunk in.
I'm sorry, I meant this to be MUCH shorter. I think I'm doing a lot of processing because of working through the ending. I hope some of this helps, I found all of this incredibly difficult to understand and grasp and it's really hard to express it even now that I get it.
AG