I've been seeing my T twice a week for the past 3 weeks to try to both keep myself somewhat calm and safe and also to have more time to work on so much that was sort of pushed to the side by our fighting over whether I should go or stay with him. Last Thursday we had a session that did not end well at all. We started off okay and then he started to throw so many things at me all at once.... telling me to try DBT with another T, that he feels that I need medication (sore point with me) and then he started on how we need to change all the boundaries and then he started naming so many things, like my attending parenting meetings for the camp kids, gift giving, emails and phone calls, and our hugs. I think I started to dissociate when he got to that point because he caught me and said he knew exactly when I left the room, when he mentioned the gifts and the hugs. I do give him gifts, usually under $10 for birthday, father's day, and year end holiday. Most of the stuff I have given has been related to what we are talking about and tends to spur deeper conversation about it. And the hugs...he gave me one last year on my birthday and has offered them to me over the last year or I can ask for one. Not every session but the hard ones. They have helped to ground me during those hellish sessions which ended before he could bring me back to reality. They were so important to me and I made the effort to discuss them with him so that nothing was left ambiguous. I told him it was safe touch for me and it was healing, grounding and comforting. That it has had only positive results and because I have always had such a hard time allowing people to touch me when I'm in emotional pain, this was a huge step.
Although he never said if he was actually taking these things away (although he has not touched me since my birthday 3 weeks ago), just that some things needed changing... we never finished the conversation because time was up and I was so far gone away from the room I was not even sure where I was at that moment. I sort of ran out of his office and down the outside stairs and he followed me. I didn't realize this until he touched my shoulder and said to wait a minute. I had to lean on the wall to steady myself and he said he wanted me to come back because we needed more time. That he had someone waiting so he couldn't keep me there but he offered me a free half session later that day. I couldn't talk or think so I said I would let him know.
When I got back to work he called me and offered me a better time for me and asked me to come back. So I did. I thought I would be okay but basically I sat there and crief for most of the time and he never brought up the boundary issues. Maybe he felt I was too upset still. So we talked a bit about his vacation time and what I feel when he leaves. I have a workbook that I have been doing to help with his upcoming vacation and I had wanted to share it with him but again ... we ran out of time. He told me if I needed to see him before our next appt in a week to let him know.
So I emailed him the next day and asked for an appointment and he mailed back that he could fit me in today. On Saturday I got a totally unexpected email with a huge list of quotes about courage and strength. He told me I could comment on them but to understand that he would not reply. That sort of took the glow off the email although I have to understand that he took the time and made the effort to do this for me and to offer me encouragement. Most of this had to do with my telling him how upset I am over my upcoming surgery.
On Saturday I finally gave in and went to see my GP and asked him for anti-anxiety meds. The last few weeks have left me totally depleted in strength to face what is going on with me and him and also my upcoming surgery and his vacation. My GP wrote a prescription for Ativan (Lorazepam). I took it yesterday and today. They make me feel really tired, lessen the anxiety but evidently not the sadness.
Today we focused on my upcoming surgery. I have never had any kind of surgery before, never been under general anesthesia. Have only been in the hospital once for pneumonia 20 years ago for one week and it was NOT a good experience. I will need to stay overnight and hopefully come home the next day. I think I'm reacting a with more anxiety than some would have due to my trauma and abuse background and the more I learn of this the more it's triggering some bad stuff for me. The idea of having to sleep in a place with no locks on the door is upsetting me a lot. Knowing there are strangers walking around and I could be pretty knocked out on painkillers is scaring me. Then I found out that they put a mask on you to knock you out... and I totally freak out with anything over my mouth/nose area. This comes from when I was being abused, my abuser kept his hand over my face so I would stay quiet. I felt like I was suffocating and I could not do anything. I was powerless just like you are in surgery. And people are doing things to your body, which is making me so triggered I'm afraid that I'm going to run screaming out of the OR unless they tie me down.
I tried to explain some of this to my T and although he was properly empathic, I think he was at a loss. He talked to me about how brave I am and how I have already overcome so much and that I can do this and I will be proud of myself when it is over and to focus on the part where I'm feeling good again.
Then of course he HAD to mention that there are other Ts who do this kind of work that could "erase" that particular trauma from my mind. Which then caused me to get upset and he immediately reassured me by saying "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere" which did help a lot.
And so, I'm coming here to ask those of you with trauma/abuse backgrounds how you handle surgery/hospitals/doctors/dentists etc. How do you handle being unable to protect yourself, deal with meds, face surgery where you have NO control? All I can do right now is pop some pills.
Thanks for listening.
TN