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So you think it is proposterous that when we are in therapy...can you REALLY talk to your friends/family about the process...?

Have you tried talking about transference...I don't even bother. So, you are stuck trying to talk with it about the therapist...so much so, you feel as if you are going crazy.

A couple of weeks ago I told the therapist...this was becoming really confusing to me. I could not see him as he IS...and it is really frustrating me. I told him I am not stupid...he said that has nothing to do with it...

I can not see him...I see him just like the abusers...his coldness, his firmness...etc.

I decided to go ahead and make an appointment with another therapist to speak about this very issue.

I never thought I would have to see another therapist regarding transference issues within therapy.
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TAS,
I never thought I would have to get therapy for my therapy, but eventually I did consult with another therapist about my relationship with my therapist, and it helped. I am still with my original therapist and things have improved a great deal.

If you do go through with your decision to talk to another therapist, I hope it helps you, too.
Well, I was often angry and frustrated and critical of my therapist and I didn’t understand what he was doing, if anything, and I was not confident in him. And yet, I couldn’t leave. A big part of me didn’t want to leave and that confused me and frustrated me to no end.

The first relief with the consultant therapist was just in the process of explaining the whole situation to someone else who knew about therapy. I think you can learn a lot when you tell your story. Second, she helped me normalize some things and also validated some of my feelings about my therapy experience. She also provided a somewhat objective viewpoint…gently. She talked to my therapist with my permission. She let me talk it out. She eventually helped me get to the bottom of the critical, frustrated part of me versus the part of me that wanted to keep trying with him and make it work. That last bit really made a difference because I learned that some of the dynamic with my therapist had to do with how I reacted to my mother growing up, and there were a lot of conflicting emotions about all those things. In the end, I identified that continuing to work with him represented some kind of hope I had, and somehow I wanted that little girl part of me to go in the direction of hope, so I did.

The whole time my therapist knew that I was also seeing this other therapist because I told him about it. He was concerned about me seeing someone else and was a bit defensive at the very beginning, but because I was always honest with him (as much as I knew how to be)and because she also talked to him as a fellow professional, he quickly became supportive of it.

I still run on hope and blind faith with him sometimes, but I am a long way from wanting to quit with him now.

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