I've spent four plus years working through issues of childhood trauma and neglect every week with the same T. At first, I followed her lead. Then, I began to be intentional about how I wanted to proceed but could never keep myself on track for very long. I felt a strong attachment to her as I tried to speak of things never before spoken. She became my lifeline. I thought this was due to my need to have someone willing to hear what no one else wants or is equipped to hear. In my mind, the attachment was practical not emotional. The thought of having an emotional attachment brought intense shame so I fought that possibility with everything within me. For years I would rather die than admit to an emotional attachment to my therapist.
Last winter, I made a distress call asking her for a two appointments that next week. The first one would be so I could release something that had started screaming to get out and the second would be to follow up what came out during the first appointment. It was the only way I could imagine a safe way of letting out this huge secret. She promptly informed me that I could not have two appointments. I begged for an explanation. She told me the office is too busy to allow one person to take two appointments at prime time (4:00pm or 5:00pm time slots) during the same week. It would mean someone else could not have an appointment. My employer was not flexible with my schedule and I could not make another appointment time Knowing this, I writhed in pain and sobbed on the bed while talking with her on the phone. I reminded her that I can't do this alone. She agreed that I can't but she would not back down. I hung up after firmly telling her I would have to find another T and for her to have a nice life. She took that comment to mean, "You are fired," and that event became the beginning of the end. At my next appointment, she recommended I join a DBT Skills group. Instead of helping me release she tells me to take three to six months to build skills. So, like a dutiful child, I have attended DBT for nearly six months. I also saw her one other time after that and she talked about transferring me to another therapist. I tried to tell her I did not fire her on the phone but she brought up other reasons for why I could not continue to see her.
I sent her an email explaining myself but she replied with her resolve not to continue seeing me. I replied with an appeal. She then mailed me a certified letter. I felt like I was being served divorce papers(not that I know what that feels like). My DH signed for it and brought it to me. I let him read it to decide if I want to read it. He said I will not like it. After spending the next hour or two sobbing and fighting the urge to self-harm I called the DBT Therapist. After explaining the situation we agreed that I could bring the letter to her for safe keeping and I could read it in her presence when I am ready. The finality hurts so much. I do not understand why my longtime T is doing this to me. I am grieving over the loss of her help. I am grieving over the thought that I cannot heal if the relationship cannot be repaired. I am grieving over not having her objective observations she painstakingly gathered over the years working together. I will not have someone sitting across from me who knows the story even though I am yet to speak it aloud. Do I dare say, I've lost a friend. Someone I thought would care enough to help me through to the end; instead, she gave up on me. It feels like I've been rejected for showing my anger.
I see the DBT therapist tonight. At the moment, I do not plan to ask her for the letter. Instead, I think I need to talk about how badly I've treated myself since I received the initial email from my T letting me know she will no longer work with me. To avoid triggering anyone, I will leave out those details. This is so hard. I don't want to trust this DBT T because I don't want another T. I don't want to start over with someone new. I am angry at the rules that would not allow me to see her twice during prime time on the week it felt so desperately needed. I want to fix this but I can't. I feel helpless. I feel betrayed. I feel misunderstood. Do I make an appointment with the director of her clinic or let it die? How do I know which is best? I know some of you have struggled with similar issues and am hoping to hear your perspectives.
deeplyrooted