TRIGGER WARNING: THIS POST INCLUDES MATERIAL THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO THOSE HAVING ISSUES WITH THEIR Ts OR WHO STRUGGLE WITH ATTACHMENT OR BOUNDARIES.
Just wanted to update for my own benefit, so no need to read, and warning--it's long and detailed. I had another session with my T yesterday. She was wearing the interchangeable jewelry watchband I gave her a couple months ago along with a thank you card. It looked really good on her and made me happy to see that she liked it enough to wear it, and that she would wear it at least once so that I could see her wearing it.
She later told me she's had a lot of compliments on it.
I had a great week after seeing her the last time, but then came my 'off' week when she should have called me. Well, she didn't. I started that week by telling myself that she might not call because she has missed calling me in the past. Of course I always have this tiny shred of hope that she might call me, and it's that little shred that just kills me when the call doesn't come. By Friday I was spinning on old stuff that my mind had kicked up from day one of my therapy with my T, all the old judgment, criticism, rejection, abandonment fears, everything my mind has created or read or imagined or feared started spinning around in my mind and sent me spiralling downward. My T could tell within the first few seconds of interaction with me that I was down and something was wrong. It took me a few minutes before I could even talk. I always freeze up when something is wrong and needs to come out and when she asks me about it I just sit there and don't know what to say or how to say it. The silence is so awkward. She was patient with me but she's not one that is willing to sit there in silence for very long. I finally told her it was attachment stuff. She asked if it was something she had or hadn't done and I told her it was about the lack of a phone call. She thought she HAD called me. That was 3 weeks ago!
Poor woman is up to her eyeballs in work. They have started doing e-charts instead of paper for all new patients, so she discharged a bunch of people in July and started a bunch of new patients, and now she has to hand write all the notes in session and then later enter them all into the computer into the e-chart system. She's been at the hospital until 10 or 11 p.m. some nights because she's computer illiterate and struggles to figure the thing out (she's 67 and computers aren't her thing). Anyway, she apologized and said she would make sure not to forget me again, as she could see the distress that her inconsistency was causing me. I feel stupid that I 'need' that phone call from her, and told her that I would be okay if she didn't call, I just need consistency one way or the other, and she said that I clearly DO need the call and she is fine with calling me.
She asked me what else was bothering me. I told her I was still upset about her 'dime-a-dozen' comment from a couple sessions back. I guess what it boils down to is that I still, after all this time, feel like she doesn't really accept my feelings for her or rather my attachment to her, as being okay. I feel like I make her uncomfortable or creep her out or something. She asked me why a trite comment about herself would bother me so much. I told her that God doesn't make dime-a-dozen people. Then she started again with how she doesn't want to disappoint me, doesn't want me putting her on a pedestal, that she is afraid that she'll let me down like others have let me down in the past and she doesn't want to do that to me. She thinks she is very ordinary, no different than other people, than her colleagues. She leads a pretty ordinary life; a comfortable life, she's happy, but it's nothing spectacular. She really feels like I've put her out there as being extraordinary, and she doesn't want that. I told her I don't see her as extraordinary. She said that telling her that she's not like anyone else I know was putting her pretty far out there as being extraordinary. I told her that she didn't even bother to ask me what I meant in the moment, she didn't question me about what that really meant about her from my point of view; instead she just stopped me and dropped that comment in my lap as if to say, "I don't like your feelings and I don't want to hear anymore". She saw her mistake in that and then came the dreaded moment: she asked me what I meant. She wanted to know what about her makes her like no one else I know.
My brain instantly took leave without permission. I froze solid and couldn't even think. I don't know if that is dissociation or what but I felt absolutely stupid and like my brain had fallen out of my head and rolled away. She pressed me for a response and I told her I didn't want to talk about that stuff. I wish I had told her that my brain had just frozen on me, as I'm sure she would have been a bit more sympathetic. Instead she got a bit frustrated with me and told me it wasn't really fair that she had just obliged me in what I had asked of her and now I wasn't willing to do the same for her. That's when I totally shut down in shame and frustration.
My stupid mind wouldn't cooperate and work and I couldn't do anything about it. I just sat there feeling totally numb. After a few minutes she asked me what I was feeling and I told her I didn't know. Then I started to cry. She put my chart down on the desk beside us and asked me if what I was feeling was similar to something I've felt before. That's when the floodgates opened. She came right up to me in her chair and took my hand in both her hands and of course I really freaked then.
She asked me what I was feeling. "I'm not okay.", meaning I'm not okay with her, but I don't think she got the meaning of what I was saying. I am too afraid to put it that way to her. She told me that I AM okay, several times. She wanted to know if this dime-a-dozen comment issue has affected me a lot the past few weeks and I told her it has. She said I needed to let my husband know that it has been her fault and not his. She said she was sorry, and wondered if I really wanted to continue. That is what kicks up the fear for me and I finally told her that. That when she says things like that where she's infering that maybe she should transfer me to another T that I feel like what she's saying is that she wants to be rid of me. She said no, that's not what she means at all, but that she wants what is best for me, she wants me to have my needs met and to see me heal. She thinks she can help me if I am willing to help her. She just worries about letting me down, and pointed to her dime-a-dozen comment and the pain it has caused me as an example of how easily she can let me down. She admitted that she's not sensitive to my sensitivity and the things she might say that could hurt me or send me spinning. It's so hard to feel her care for me and know she really wants to help me, and at the same time sense that she almost feels inadequate and wonders if she's up to the task.
I so desperately want her to be able to help me. I don't want another T--I just want her, and I'm willing to forgive her mistakes and her humanity because I know she has my best interest at heart and truly does want to help me. It's so hard though to sense that she wonders if she is doing me more harm than good.
She gave me her phone number to her direct line in her office that would give me her voice mail and bypass the secretary. She wants me to call and leave her a message if ANYTHING bugs me after sessions so that things don't escalate to where I'm spinning or ruminating on them for the two weeks between sessions. She wants to 'rewind the tape' as she put it, so she can repair the damage before more damage is done. She told me that I have to stop giving her my power and living at her mercy--that that is what I do when I spin on things she says or does, and she doesn't even know it. That I give other people my power and that it is self-destructive. Even saying that I hate the attachment stuff gives it so much power. I'm trying to grasp that concept, but I do see what she is saying. She told me she would never intentionally hurt me, that she was so sorry, and asked me if I could forgive her for making such a flippant remark. She said she's not going to bail on me and asked me if I believe her, and I do. I really sensed her care and concern for me and again felt a bit more like I truly AM okay with her. I'm beginning to see and understand where her apparent discomfort has been coming from all this time and it's helping me to understand my T a bit better.
Anyway, I've written a novel. I'm feeling better about my relationship with my T. Not so rocky anymore, I guess the fears are slowly being chipped away at little by little. I'm trusting her more and feel safer with her now than I have ever before, and it feels good. At the end she told me she had something for me. She pulled out a watchband that she had made out of her mother's jewelry that she inherited when her mother died this past winter. It was one I know was leftover from all the ones she made for her daughters and nieces because she's shown it to me before, but I thought it was really sweet that she was offering me the last one. She wanted to see if it fit, so I took off the watch I was wearing and she switched out the bands herself. It fit perfectly. I think she was happy to be 'even' with me. We gave each other a good hug and she made sure (again) that I forgave her before she let me go. I feel much more peace today than I have felt for a long time and I'm thankful that although my T isn't perfect and has her fair share of flaws, she does care and is doing what she can to help me.
MTF