I had asked him if it was okay to bring in my vacation pictures. He said that I should ask it differently and ask "would you like to see my pictures". So I did and he said yes he would love to see them. I was happy about it and brought them in with me the next week.
Unfortunately, the next week was filled with angst at work and my falling apart at the office. And so, we spent most of the session talking about how to handle things there and my bringing T up to date. Finally towards the end of the session he said, let's spend some time looking at the pictures. I pulled out my photo album to show him and he raised his eyebrows and said "oh you already have them in an album?" For some reason that began to freak me out. Then as I showed the pictures I started to talk faster and faster to explain what they were ... he did n't say much and I think that made me even more nervous and I was fighting the urge to just dissociate. I kept talking but I was sort of out of control talking without my even knowing what I was saying. I was babbling.
Then... he says... well our time is up. We can finish them next time. Then he looked at me and said, "would you mind bringing them back?" and I said "no of course not". BUT I was lying. I was so freaking out that I caused us to run a bit late, and I wasted his time with pictures and I made him look at SO many of them and they were all SO ugly. I felt like I wanted to crawl away and throw the pictures down the sewer where they belonged.
I quickly grabbed the bag put the album in and then I don't remember anything else ... well until I got to the bottom of the staircase... I have NO memory of shaking his hand or what I said when I left him. I just knew I had to run out as fast as possible. And then, when I got down the stairs and walked out into the parking lot a came face to face with a woman walking in who I really really thought was T's wife. She looked like her from what I could tell. She was wearing a white tank top and a really really short mini skirt. She was small and very very thin. She stared at me and it made me feel like I was worse than nothing. I ran to my car and had to sit there for awhile because I could not drive away.
I got back to work and fell apart. Then I called a dear friend and fell apart again. She wisely insisted that I call my T as I would not make it until Monday in that emotional condition.I paged him and when he called back I told him how distraught I was over the pictures and what happened and how I ran into his wife on the way out. He seemed puzzled and again asked me where I saw her. When I explained he told me it was his next patient not his wife. I am having a hard time believing this because the car she got out of had a college sticker on it that was connected to her. He said that what happened with the pictures was the main point and he wanted to focus on that. I told him how I was feeling.... like I wanted to throw the pictures away and I felt that I forced him into looking at them, how I wasted his time, how I hated the pictures, hated how he had to tell me time was up and I had to go.
He told me that he was sorry that I did not have the same experience he did while looking at them and he he considered my sharing them as a gift I was giving him and he appreciated it. He told me that he also treasured the gifts I brought him because when he looks at them he thinks of me. He asked how I felt while looking at the pictures and I said ... mostly terrified. He said he was sorry he didn't notice that as he was engrossed in the pictures. He sort of chuckled and said I was not going to like what he was going to tell me... which was that I needed to bring the pictures back and we needed to do the process again and find out why I reacted this way.
The issue is that I react very badly when trying to show T or oldT any pictures. Towards the end of my relationship with oldT I shared some child hood pictures and it went very badly. Then earlier this year I tried to share pictures with T and it ended with me feeling upset and distraught again. And now.... same thing. T said we need to get to the root of this.
I keep thinking of what happened and I have no idea why I am reacting this way. And tomorrow he expects that I will bring back the pictures and it just feels terrifying to me to both bring the pictures and return to his office. There is still the memory of that other woman... do I believe him that it was a patient? He told me he does not lie to me and he never has but... and if she was a patient... tell me how the hell she sits down in front of him with a skirt that short!! Is she trying to be seductive? Or is it just bad taste?
And so.... does anyone have "picture" stories to share and how did it all go with T? Can you offer any clues as to why i am reacting so intensely to showing T my pictures. This last time they were not childhood pics, only my family vacation.
Thanks for reading and for any ideas or comments.
Hugs
TN