(((AG))) I responded about a week ago and took it down because nobody responded in the alotted time period and so i was feeling vulnerable and judged. I know better - folks here are as caring and compassionate as they come.
Things are hectic in life right now. A friend invited me and a couple other friends to her cabin about a month ago. One friend never said she wouldn't got, but told me that she never intended to go. The right puppy became available so I took her, not even thinking about the upcoming cabin trip. She sent a reminder a few days ago, and I told her I was really sorry but would have to decline because we're in important house-training time right now. Then, the friend who never intended to go said that I ruined it for everybody and that she wasn't going to go if I didn't, and then the other gal backed out as well. So, the dear friend that invited us expressed her disappointment and I can't say i blame her. I heartily apologized again and tried to explain my situation a little, and encouraged the other two to go without me, that it would be a good time. Then, the deceptive "friend" sent me an email saying basically "nice sob story". I felt that my explanation and apology were sincere, and I also felt that my friend was really hurt that nobody ended up going. I just really felt alot of insensitivity in the whole situation, but that's kind of the way this group has been forever. it's not something I'd ordinarily be in tune with, but historically and shamelessly would go along with those behaviors. Therapy is helping me see these things for what they really are. Sorry for the babble.
That stuff and a new puppy with two grumpy young adults who don't like having to watch after a puppy, and work has been hellishly busy and next week will be really bad because a co-worker is on vacation and I'm picking up her work on top of my own stuff. Regular life stuff, but it's stressing me out.
Anyway, in hind-sight the session went well. I told T i was stressed and told him why. He pulled out a perfectly square piece of paper and started folding. I told him that I didn't hold up my end of the deal (he already knew it because I emailed him about it) and that he didn't have to make the TRex, but he kept folding anyway. He got to a certain point with the origami and then forgot how to finish it. He folded and unfolded a number of times thinking out loud, wondering what he was doing wrong and that he knew the solution was right there for him, and he kept trying. At one point he set it down, unfinished. He took out another piece of paper and made a fancy paper airplane instead ... one of his "specialties". we flew that around for a little bit, then he took a skinny strip and made a frog that hops. then he picked up the unfinished TRex and started working on it again and did eventually finish it. He proudly stated that he succeeded. And he did.
As is often the case, I didn't catch up with my feelings until after I'd left his office. on my drive home I became really rather somber, and realized that i felt stranded by T, which made me feel hollow and unfeeling and defiant. he knew i failed at not drinking for the month, and i reminded him of it, but he made the TRex ANYWAY and ended up succeeding and made a point of saying so. i failed and he didn't. And I decided on my own that he was struggling with countertransference during the entire session which was why he insisted on making the TRex, and the whole session was all about him and his weird need to prove to me that he could complete this TRex. And i stopped at the liquor store on the way home and got stupid
my solution to everything.
But on my drive into work the next morning i realized that it really was a good, learning session for me. He said he learned origami from his son, and that they used to make origami together. Sigh, and wish i had had a Dad that gave a damn about the things i did, that took the time to BE with me instead of me being afraid of him and running up to my room whenever he'd arrive home from work. oh, I'm getting all teary as i write this, and i'm straying from my story. Just that he would struggle with the TRex and wonder out loud where he went wrong, and if he could go back to a certain point and figure it out from there. Things like that. What a wonderful thing for a child to experience ... what a wonderful way to learn about the world and one's self. what a wonderful way to grow up, to have that kind of loving (did i say loving???) example. This really is hitting me powerfully right now, and i'm afraid i'm not conveying the meaning behind all this. I hope i am. He is teaching me to not only be gentle with myself, but to look at my task at hand and learn what works and what doesn't work for me. He's teaching me to put my attention on the things i do well, all the while considering the task at hand (not drinking) and coming back to it and not giving up but learning from successes and mistakes as well.
i got to work and logged in and there was an email from T. "Just so we're absolutely clear, we both succeeded". i emailed back that i was good, that i did leave feeling stranded, but that with some reflection that it really was a great session, and I thanked him.
and i still struggle with the drinking. I'm a work in progress.