I've been reading some of the threads and it seems like lots of good things are happening and some really sad things, too- I guess that's therapy, right?
I guess I really need a listening ear tonight, I'm getting tired of holding everything in lately. So I hope it's ok, I hold forth for a little while on my therapy, how it's going...
SO, Cowboy T has been very steady and available for me. Last session, my husband wanted to go into therapy because I had opened up to him about the level of despair I experience in my marriage to him at times. This seemed to galvanize my h and he went to my session- which I wasn't thrilled about but, it seemed the right thing to do, and my T was open to it if I was ok with it.
This week, I went to my session, and I must say that I experienced Cowboy T differently than I have in the past. He seems, irritated about my issues, irritated at me or disgusted or tired of my nonsense somehow? Not in a personal way, but more in a ho hum just do what you want to do, kind of way. For example, he said I should just go ahead and indulge my drinking habit to excess and not worry about it- and he really meant it. I don't harbour any illusions that this T cares about me on a personal level or anything, but this just seemed...like taking that level of impersonal-ness to a new level or something. Now it never bothered me before, truly, except in a passing kind of way -"oh- there's that old pain again- yeah, I know this pain, but I'm really used to it and it doesn't affect me much anymore" - like that- not like it used to wrack my world with my old "guru T" - but this time I have to admit I noticed and felt it, and I hate to admit it, but it actually hurt a little bit. He seems to have to constantly remind me that "for this one hour every two weeks" is all I "get" of something, and, I just really don't care, but I DO care that I don't care, if that makes any sense at all. I mean I want to be able to care. I'm feeling quite hopeless about everything to do with therapy lately. I saw a psychiatrist, in order to deal with some meds questions that my doc couldn't answer, and he seems to be utterly puzzled by me, and keeps booking appointments even though my initial question has been answered- with me and mentioning that I am very puzzling to him, but that "he would like to help me." I'm feeling a bit desperate at this point, willing to try anything, but having very little hope that the therapy avenue can do much for me.
I'm deeply missing my old therapist, and...I guess I just need a place to put all of these jumbled kind of feelings out there and be heard for a moment, however short!
I will be back to try to catch up later, and I hope you all have a blessed holiday season.
peace,
Beebs