Hi Lamplighter,
In my experience, going back to my past and experiencing the emotions was absolutely essential. Please note that I meant it was necessary for me, just because my healing path went that way doesn't mean that everyone's has to (nor will they all). For me, the unmet needs and longings and inability to handle my emotions led to unconsciously acting in ways that really got in the way of my living a full life. Facing my losses and experiencing the feelings brought it all into consciousness so that I could make the changes I needed to.
Mourning the loss and letting it go has been a piece by piece by piece thing for me and has been very interwoven into the process. It's so hard to explain how the healing works because its not about learning or knowing (if it was you could walk into a therapist's office, they could hand you a book and say have a nice life) it's about being with another person. It's about experiencing enough safety to let you be scared. I really didn't realize how emotionally shut down I was (ironically because anyone who knew me would have told you I was a very emotional person) until I started working with my present T. I had so much rage and pain and grief stored up that had never been processed. I don't know how much reading you've done about attachment but I have what would be called disorganized attachment which happens when your attachment figure is the source of the danger or grief. It's a two fold injury because not only are you getting traumatized by the abuse, but you are also being robbed of any resources to handle the trauma. An important part of what an attachment figure should do for you is to be attuned to you and your needs and teach you to identify your needs, identify your feelings and what they mean and teach you how to regulate your feelings; be able to soothe yourself so that they don't overwhelm you. In this kind of trauma no one is doing that because an abuser is too concentrated on their needs to think of yours. So these incredibly powerful overwhelming things happen to you and you have NO resources to process the emotions. so they get put away. I call it God's tupperware. And they stay really fresh. The difference in traumatic memories is that when you finally recognize those feelings, it's not a memory, you experience the feelings like its happening right now. But the problem is that on some level you learned a long time ago that you can't feel those feelings because they will overhwhelm and destroy you. It was in being with my T and starting to talk about how I felt, and having him NOT be scared of it, that I inch by inch learned I could let my feelings out. I'm making this sound like some straightforward, step by step process and it isn't. It's messy and chaotic and confusing. But having someone who is really attuned to you and concentrated on your needs not only allows you to finally feel and express the feelings, it also allows to start making sense of your feelings and what happened to you.
So as I have been in relationship with my T, different things would happen that would trigger feelings, usually about him, and I would talk to him about how I felt and following the trail of those feelings would lead me to realizations of what it had been like when I was a child, what it had felt like and that would lead me to understand some part of my loss.
Forgive me for the length of this but I'm hoping a few examples might help. This post was when I made the connection of what it was I was trying to get from my T that was so painful:
Update on TransferenceThere was another time when I was experiencing really strong sexual attraction towards my T(as in wanting to throw myself on him, rather distracting in session). My attraction for him can sometimes be a very strong paternal feeling and at other times there is a very strong erotic component. I was sexually abused by my dad from the ages of 4 to 9 which makes the fact that my feelings for my T move through this range feel pretty creepy sometimes. Although I've also come to understand that the sexual attraction is a healthy response. This was made even more complicated by the fact that I was so terrified of losing the relationship (I spent the first year and a half totally freaking, I'm talking 1 to 3 phones calls between sessions) but even more terrified of what I would have to do to keep the relationship. By staying with my feelings (one of my T's favorite sayings, meaning to hold still and try to feel them And no I had NO idea what he meant the first 75 times he said that to me) I realized that part of why the attraction was so strong was that it felt like if I could have sex with my T at least I would feel better for a few minutes and feel a few minutes of peace which would give me a break from the relentless pain. This is the part that was about him. But when I realized I felt that way, I ended up remembering that I enjoyed the sex sometimes because it was the only time that I got affection and physical touch and a sense of being cared for by my dad. And we're built such that certain kinds of touch in certain places will be pleasurable, it's a physiological response. I cannot begin to tell you the shame around that realization, which also fed the belief that I somehow caused or wanted the abuse. When I told all this to my T he was very accepting of why I would feel that way, that he totally understood why I would want to know a few minutes of peace and that of course as a child I was drawn towards what I needed. That I hadn't asked for what I got, I was trying to get what I needed. And that's when I realized the loss. That the only time I felt affection and care was when I was being used by my father for his needs. That I didn't experience safe affection or touch. That is a serious loss of something that I should absolutely have had. And so I grieved. Sobbed like you wouldn't believe.
There was another time that I finally got up the courage to ask my T for a hug, something I had been yearning for for a long time. And the answer was no, but by expressing my wanting a hug we were able to talk about why I wanted one, why it was so understandable why I wanted one and I experienced the pain of not having that comfort of being held when I was in pain or scared and again I grieved.
Or recognizing that I wanted a relationship with my T beyond therapy because if he loved me, he would stop the pain. Talking about those feelings led me to remember how desperately I wanted my mother to see the abuse and stop it. I was still waiting for someone to come and make it not have happened and I was hoping my T was that person. Being able to express that made it clear that it was impossible and that brought me in touch with finally being able to recognize how abandoned I felt, that no one was coming, and just how alone I had been. I experienced some of the deepest grief I ever have.
I was reading a book on trauma fairly recently that talked in several places about the factors involved in the severity of trauma especially where amnesia is involved (I had no memory of the abuse until I was in my 30s) and as I read, I realized that I had experienced all four factors. And believe it or not after over 15 years of processing trauma, it was finally sinking in just how bad my childhood was. And so I grieved.
But through all that there was someone there who stayed with me through all the pain. Who heard my grief, affirmed it, understood it and was able to comfort me. How I was feeling mattered. And having my pain witnessed and understood healed me. Grief is despair with hope. Grief holds out the promise that there is another side and its in grieving that we let go. But it takes a hellacious amount of time.
We often don't like to look at our pasts, because after all, they've passed. And there is NO end to the well-intentioned people who will say to you "but that happened so long ago, why do you need to look at it now?" But the truth is that so much of what happened couldn't be dealt with or processed at the time but it didn't disappear it just went underground. Therapy, paradoxically and against all common sense, is about digging up long buried feelings, examining them to understand them, so you can bury them again but this time they will rest in peace. It's simple really but that doesn't make it any less difficult and it's often confusing while doing it. I hope some of this helps.
AG