I had a hard time trying to figure out what to talk about, but Cowboy was so nice...he just said well..."why not just lie down on the couch and rest...you are away from the kids and we can just chill out." There was no angst about it...he was totally fine and unruffled by my sort of apathy. Then I just said.."I miss my therapist so much..I started to cry again, and that was ok, too. It's just...ok..everything I say, feel or do is ok with him and he is personally unaffected by it...not in an uncaring way, but just in a way that makes it safe to share what is really going on underneath without worrying about his reactions to it.. we talked some about my T and the ways that he confused me. I said I was looking for unconditional love from my T. He asked me if I had told my T that, and I said yes. He said "what was his response?" I said that my T had said that was what he was trying to give me. He said "that must have been very confusing to you to hear." I said yes. I didn't mention that at other times, T told me that he could never give me the love I was looking for. So confusing to be told both things. Then he asked me what unconditional love looks like to me...I said "nurturing, and boundaries." I said I couldn't ever have that kind of love, cause it's not something people can give a grownup. Cowboy didn't seem to really agree with that- but we didn't get into it. He asked me if my leaving my T was a very sudden thing, or if it tapered off slowly. He asked me that twice, and I said that I just left because the relationship between us had become too painful for me to endure anymore. I even told him about the session where I drank scotch before and let my T have it. He said I was angry at my T, and that it *wasn't* just transference- I guess he thought maybe that was why my T couldn't take it. He said.."that's ok- it's allowed." When I left, he walked me to the door as he always does, and rubbed my arm and it was almost like a hug somehow. That was fine, too. It felt safe, not yucky, because he is not involved...somehow. Hard to explain. He is very controlled. He said, "so next week, 7:00."
The medication I'm on is really really helping me. I am so relieved to be able to get up in the morning, to be present to my kids, and get things done. I feel like a person for the first time in longer than I can remember. I know there is a lot of pain nderneath that I don't feel much anymore...but it is more important to be able to function right now, and I'm so grateful. I am scared about...if it stops working after awhile though.
I'm amazed at how much I thought it was my fault before, but now, I realize fully that I really could *not* pull myself out without help. So I don't feel as bad and evil, because I can recognize that it wasn't my fault. I am on almost the max dose of sertraline (zoloft) and it really helps. Cowboy helps too. I am still trying to figure out if I should contact my T and let him know what is going on with me, or if I should just let it go. It hurts to think of him, to think that he forgets me- after I made myself so very vulnerable to him- and he is always in the background of my mind, but I am not obsessing about him anymore. I really lost my heart to him. I wish I could see him.
But I am so much better. It is so lovely to be able to do stuff with my kids. I have still lots of "issues" but they are under control in the sense that recognizing them doesn't make me spin out of control with guilt and fear and eventually, apathy anymore. Maybe I'm just in the apathy, but- at least I am functioning, and I really appreciate that! And I'm not drinking anymore! Hooray!
Love to you all,
Blackbird