I suppose I consider myself a polite person but really, I'm just a repressed individual. I'm happy to be in therapy except, dear gawd, why do I think about my T all of the time??? -sigh- I know that a lot of you are thinking this so my comment is merely rhetorical. My real issue is this sudden rage I've got regarding the boundaries of our therapeutic relationship. Bluntly, I want more. I want to be able to call him should I have melt-down, or even email him! I honestly just feel like this relationship is too out of balance -- I am obsessed and to him, I am just an hour to fill. In addition, my sessions will end in a month -- I am so depressed and very, very angry with the knowledge that I opened up (something that doesn't happen very often), and I'm being rewarded with a "good-be it was nice knowin' ya." I understand that this relationship must end -- honestly, my brain knows this and understands it -- I just cannot get my heart to follow along. This feels like rejection, exactly the same kind of boundary s**t that I received from my mother (who is so repressed that she denies she has feelings at all) and my father who wasn't sober for 98% of my childhood. On top of all of this, my anxiety is preventing me from sleeping and eating properly. Losing my T couldn't come at a worse time yet I'm so angry I just want to quit.
Rambling over -- exactly how should I approach this with my T? I certainly don't want to hurt his feelings but I am super-pissed (and quite suddenly too) that he has the ability to cut off our time at the hour with no regard to the fact that I'm living for that damn hour a week.