Bit of a bombshell I suppose, but as of yesterday I am once again T-less. LL hears a collective groan from forum members who have had to put up with my frustrating search for the right therapist this last 18 months or so. It’s a bit mindblowing for me too actually – because I thought that this time I had found the right therapist, or at least convinced myself of that because her approach was so different from any other T I’d seen before.
It’s been nearly six months since I first started seeing her, twice and often three times a week, so it feels like a big chunk of my life has just gone down the drain following all the other failed therapies I’ve been in. Hm probably time to clean out the septic tank then.
In hindsight I can say that I had serious reservations about it from about the third session on, but because this lovely woman (and she really is a nice person, very kind and caring and open) seemed to be offering me something I’d never had before – an open focus on my feelings, trying to help me get in touch with what I was feeling with loads of sympathetic support from her - I squashed my reservations in favour of trusting that she knew what she was doing.
The fly in the ointment was my anger. Having spent the previous four months with a psychoanalyst spending nearly every session moaning to him about how he wasn’t doing what I kept telling him I needed and wanted from therapy (viz helping me get in touch with how I was feeling) it finally dawned on me that he WAS giving me exactly what I needed, that is, someone who would take my unreasonable and irrational anger at him, and still accept me and be there for me. Wow it still really really hurts that I had something I so desperately needed and never knew I needed it until he gave it to me, and then to have it taken away. Ouch ouch ouch ouch wow writing about it now I can feel it for the huge loss it was, and still is...
Anyway having been given the boot by him (ha ha so maybe he didn’t take my anger after all, maybe he hated me every moment of every therapy session and only pretended it was ok for me to be that way, who knows...) I absolutely knew 100% what I needed above everything else from therapy, and that was to have ALL my feelings not only welcomed but actively encouraged, especially anger. Anger is really really important to me, it being where all my ‘badness’ resides, so being accepted by someone for being angry at them, meant being accepted for being bad, meant being accepted for who I am, meant being able to accept myself... my sole goal in life.
So fast forward to meeting with new T and asking her very clearly whether she would take my being angry at her. She said yes. I felt great.
Fast forward again to third session where I’m trying to clarify with her precisely what I mean by being angry at her and trying to get reassurance and permission from her that it’s ok (for what it’s worth, I’m very aware that most of my anger directed at someone is nearly always very little to do with them and everything to do with me and what’s going on in me, and I was very clear about this to her.) I had been expecting her to reassure me and was completely fucked by her categorically saying no, that is not ok. And getting a big spiel about why it’s not ok, to the effect that that would make her the bad object and would make it difficult for her to work effectively with me. Lots and lots and lots of discussion about this, both in that session and subsequent sessions, and actually what she meant (and I’d come across this with one other therapist so it made sense) was that if I were negative towards her she would feel negative towards me and effectively wouldn’t want to work with me. Her approach is relational and she works from the position of being the ‘good object’, so being cast as the bad object doesn’t fit with her view of how therapy works. (Or with her need to maintain a self image as kind caring and sympathetic, for that matter!)
Well I’m pretty desperate by this time having gone through just about every available T in my area, and needing equally desperately to just get on with therapy, so I looked at what her approach offered and decided that it was worth squashing and controlling my angry feelings in order to get the good stuff she was offering (to be fair to her, she knew, as I did, that the real issue for me is pain not anger, and she resolved to focus on getting me in touch with the pain, bypassing the anger to do so.) So I’ve persevered for 6 months, only to find that instead of feeling better or closer to her or trusting her, I was becoming more and more distrustful and shut down and defensive, and unable to articulate this to her because it would have involved saying things that would have seemed critical of her, something I was terrified to do because I knew it would alienate her, she wouldn’t see it as something in me but take it personally…
I really really tried to step past my negative feelings, recognizing that a lot of them were nothing to do with her personally, and really really tried to be as open as I could be with the painful stuff, the tears, the neediness etc all of which she would have welcomed with open arms, literally. And I just couldn’t. I finally had to bring up the whole anger issue again because it was precisely because I wasn’t allowed to express my negative feelings towards her that was stopping my being able to be spontaneous and open about the needy vulnerable feelings. Again I fully expected her to hear me out and try and understand, instead we ended up in a massive rupture, where she was saying things like, it seems that this therapy is not doing you any good, if that’s how you feel then it seems this is destructive to you rather than healing, I can’t help you... total flip out on my part, very very very black place, much agonizing and soul searching and coming up with an understanding of why I was feeling so angry all the time (about which I wrote a thread – Anger in Therapy). So potential resolution of rupture (again on condition that I not express angry feelings towards her) and Easter break.
Don’t know how to explain this bit, but over the Easter break (when I was doing my posting frenzy on here) all the positive stuff I thought I’d understood about why I was angry and how to get past it disappeared and I was suddenly very anxious about resuming therapy after the holiday. Not angry or anything negative about T, just feeling something very very black stirring underneath everything. And that first session back turned out to be a fatal session. Can’t really explain it except that I must have been much more acutely aware of all the many needs and wants I was carrying that were crying out to be met by her, and she systematically throughout the session managed to negate and invalidate and dismiss every single one. Not deliberately, and not in response to my openly asking for them to be met, it was just so clear to me that I was this seething mass of need and none of it was being recognized or met or understood or even guessed at… and it felt like I was in a black water and drowning and screaming out to be saved and she was responding to me as if I were someone else, it was the most awful black alone alienated isolated feeling, and to be experiencing what I do most of the time in real life actually WITH my therapist, and totally unable to explain it to her because she wasn’t hearing me, wasn’t listening… well I’m not really getting it across here but it was bloody awful and I just knew driving home that this therapy wasn’t salvageable, because she just wasn’t getting me, she didn’t understand who I was or what I needed or what I thought or how I felt and never would, not with the best will in the world. And she was right, it was destructive.
Well being me I decided it was all my problem and I was seeing things that weren’t there and overreacting etc so I sat down and carefully thought out what I needed to say her, what I thought I needed from her in terms of the vulnerability and neediness, how I saw therapy might work given that I wasn’t allowed to express negative feelings safely, blah blah – and it didn’t matter how carefully I worded it I just knew it was going to come across as critical. And that’s what happened in the last session, she wasn’t hearing me, she wasn’t listening for what I was trying to explain about ME, she was pretty defensive and I think I knew straight away when I looked in her eyes (lol probably the first session ever when I made myself look directly at her as much as I could) that she wasn’t there for ME, that this therapy was becoming more about her than me. And in fact probably had been all along. Wow did I just say that. Yeah I think that’s what it was. Which is pretty crass considering the amount of effort and caring she put into trying to help me, and maybe that’s my jaundiced and distorted view of it all, defensive or blaming or whatever. But that’s how it feels to me, that the therapy wasn’t about me but more about my having to consider her feelings and her needs and conditions in order to earn the help she was offering. Hm. There’s a familiarity about that. Which doesn’t mean to say it’s not what was going on. Maybe I ended up with a T who had a vulnerability or a need that keyed straight into my negative set up.
Well that last session was very amicable, and I am very very sorry not to still be seeing her, and I feel very alone and frightened because now I’m in the position not only of having bugger all choice of potential new Ts to see, but also having to ask myself whether maybe therapy itself isn’t going to meet the needs I have, that maybe I’m expecting of therapy something it doesn’t deliver. That is VERY frightening, so much so that I’ve shut right down on feelings for now and pretending it’s no big deal, I’ve survived all these years by working it all out by myself, I can keep doing that, can’t I?
Feeling not so bad either because T gave me a referral to another T (funnily enough someone I contacted 2 years ago when I was first looking for a T, but who wasn’t taking new clients) and who is able to see me for an initial meeting next week. So as long as I have hope that I might yet find a T who can help me, I can cope with it all. And ignore all the shitty terrifying feelings sitting at the back of my head whispering their desperation and despair at me.
I know this is a long and pretty self indulgent post, and there’s not a lot for anyone to respond much to, I just wanted to tell you what’s been going on for me, wanted to get back in contact. Wanted to be heard. Thanks for reading
LL
p.s. want to apologize for not posting on other threads, right now I’m pretty much into my own head. Come tomorrow though...