For about 3 weeks (maybe 4?) I've had sessions 2x a week. It seems kind of backwards, but I still can't get over the hatred I feel for myself in asking for two times a week. It kind of started out as a mutual thing between my T and me...I was clearly in distress, so she was assertive a couple times and went ahead and suggested it. Which is different than the norm for her, because she never really suggests anything like that, because I know she wants me to ask. Anyway, both this week and last week I have asked for a second session, and I feel so guilty for it. I've told my T several times, and she's reassured me each time. She says that so long as I find it beneficial and helpful, that's all that matters to her. She's asked me a few times, "You know I can say no, right?" But it doesn't matter. I still hate myself for it. I even hate that it's gotten easier for me to ask. Especially today, because I'm worried that I've inconvenienced her, because I only have a limited time frame that I can meet a second time, so I feel like I've put her in this tight spot where she's trying to accomodate me, but it's making things very hard for her. And I still asked?? That seems...unacceptable for me to do. I guess I'm just so scared that something I do will make her resent me, and asking for these more frequent sessions feels like a ticking time bomb.
It is our fall break this Thursday and Friday, although I'm not visiting home until later Thursday afternoon. So I'm meeting with my T on Thursday morning. I really think I would have waited until next week, except I feel a bit like I'm on some edge this week...I guess I also feel a little like a ticking time bomb. I'm finding myself so tired of everything, and I want to give up. I want to disappear. I didn't tell this to my T today...I often have a hard time bringing things up. But especially something like that, because I know it sounds suicidal, although I don't feel suicidal. I know I didn't tell her this today because of how it would sound, but I also know that she would believe me if I told her that I wasn't suicidal. I guess I'm afraid that she'll think I'm being dramatic, that I'm overreacting, and that I'm just saying these things for attention.
Anyway, I feel really guilty for asking for the second session for many reasons, but also because I asked for it and feel like I should have given my T an explanation as to why I feel like I need it. She doesn't know...and it seems like I so easily return to that smiling, seemingly "fine" person that my T might be thinking that I'm just being too needy for no good reason. In a couple weeks, my T will be gone for a week for her son's wedding. She told me a couple weeks ago that we could meet one of the other Ts in the office for just a minute or two so that I could put a name to a face and could call her if I needed to. Well, I met this other T today, and she was super nice. I seriously, seriously doubt I'd ever call her, though, because I can't even call my own T no matter how much she tells me that she truly wants me to call her if I need to. I feel ridiculous about my T thinking that I may need something like that (a backup T), because I feel like I shouldn't need any help. And I feel like I don't deserve it, because I can't admit to my T that I need or want help, or that I'm not sure how well I'll deal with her being gone. All of it feels forbidden and selfish.
Thinking of all of this, not just now but every time I think of any of this, makes my head feel under pressure and gives me a headache. The self-hate eats at my stomach and my chest and boils in my head. I wish I could tell some of these things to my T, but I just can't. It's this vicious cycle, because I'm scared that if I keep telling my T all of these self-deprecating things, she will get tired of hearing them and will get tired of me, too.
I'm sorry. I worry that I'll also make you all tired of me from my litany of insults I throw at myself.