It was one year ago today that my oldT said in the middle of a fairly uneventful session "I suuppose it would be difficult for you to lose me". At that moment my heart stopped beating and it felt as if all the blood drained from my body and I was going to either throw up or pass out. I told him it would be more than devastating to lose him. I was stunned and confused as to why he would say that to me. At that point I was feeling good and thinking that I was doing well in many areas of my life. People had commented on my very real improvement. I was at that point facing surgery and my T's 3 week vacation but I was taking baby steps in regard to both issues so that I could manage both events with the help (I thought) of my oldT.
And so the day was a very beautiful day, an exact replica of today, where we for the first time in almost 3 years decided to sit outside on the back porch (no one was around that day) and enjoy the beautiful day while having a session.
And so... that was the beginning of the end a month later. I had no idea what was happening and he gave me hugely mixed messages all through the following six weeks. He had no compassion for my having scheduled surgery, he had no compassion for the very terror that abandonment stuck into my heart. He suddenly didn't care what I had to suffer if he could get rid of me as a patient.
I didn't understand what happened that day. He began to rant about boundaries and how he would have to "tighten them up" now that he understood I had a trauma background. Huh? He knew that for over year and he just decided NOW to change boundaries?
Many of you know the whole story that followed. How each session when I would try to do therapy he would only keep talking about that he "felt" it would be better to find a specialized "trama T" BUT he was not asking me to leave. And each time I thought I had a choice and I fought to stay. I tried SO hard to be the patient he wanted me to be. I tried SO hard to save the relationship because it was working... I WAS getting better and the close relationship we shared had been a huge part of that.
As I sit here today, with a very good newT, I am still sad. I am still only half-alive. Part of me died last August. I was mortally injured this day last year. It took me six weeks of agonizing pain for that part of me to die. People around me think I'm doing well. I'm doing well enough now to hide the part that died and to do what is "expected" of me to do or to be. I am really good at acting cheerful and helpful and smiley so no one worries about me or asks me questions. Last year I could not even fake it. The depression sucked all the energy out of me. Now I can.
This whole weekend last year was a nightmare. Just thinking about it makes me want to go somewhere and hide until winter. But I am expected to be cheerful and happy because ... after all... the trauma was a year ago.
My T is such a good person. I like him. He helps me. He is trying really hard to help me. I wish he was my first T because I would have benefited so much more from his knowledge and experience. I'm so damaged from my last therapy I cannot take what I should from this relationship. He offers me so much and I look at him as if he is a dangerous enemy. If he moves the wrong way in his chair I jump. If he says something off, even in humor, I am looking for reasons to run away. He tells me I always look like the deer in the headlights. I'm sure he is sick of me being so depressing all the time. I seem to have lost my sense of humor. I just don't care too much about anything. I am starting to feel like now that he is getting to know me better he is sorry he took me on as a patient. Of course, he cannot say that and he knows how devasting another abandonment would be and so he is stuck with me.
As hard as I try it's not the same. The same feelings are not there. Many would say they are not supposed to be there and that my old therapy was flawed and my oldT was too emotional but it was that therapy that was helping me and making me better. When it was good it was amazingly good and healing.
I don't know if I can't feel much about this T or this therapy because I don't feel much about ANYTHING anymore. I don't feel any good emotions anymore, just sad, bad ones. So maybe if I was not so numb and/or sad I could feel something for my newT that would help me to really want to get better. I'm just so damn tired. Just really really tired and I want to give up.
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