Today I'm struggling with the other client(s) of my T. Seeing them. I have to say that most times my T's door is open and waiting for me to go in. I don't see anyone around. But lately, he has been running late on both sides of the hour and I'm seeing more people. Today just freaked me out and now I'm dealing with self-hatred which is usually simmering below the surface but now it's out in it's full glory
Today he ran late and I debated leaving the waiting area which makes me feel extremely anxious. His wife was there today too which I dislike because I'm afraid I will see her. So I waited near the ladies room and then I felt weird doing that so I went in and waited battling anxiety. Finally his door opened and a couple walked out. The woman was absolutely stunning. Tall, blond, tan, and perfect figure. She was wearing a very short sheath dress and high heels. I dress nicely for sessions in maxi dresses and heels but I felt dowdy, fat and old after seeing her come out. I tried to put her out of my head and had a difficult but good session. I will write more about that later.
When I came out after that session there was a tall, tan, thin, blonde wearing a very short skirt in the waiting room for him. I have seen her before and in fact, I had a confrontation with T about her a year or so ago. He would always run late with her and I would end up losing time from my session. So I complained. He acknowledged that I was justified in my complaint and he would correct that. So now she has the slot AFTER me on Thursday. I try not to look at her as I leave. For some reason she is always early so even if we finish on time she is there.
It just feels really difficult to see this. I know that it probably relates to my never being special to anyone as a child. I understand that I am only one of many clients and nothing else matters anyway. But geesh... my T is a man. He is a male so he is going to notice. He is not dead. How can he focus when they are sitting there with skirts that barely cover their crotch and not be attracted in some way and look forward to seeing beautiful women tell him their innermost thoughts while dressed like that?
I'm not tan I'm white as milk. I do not have legs to support a mini skirt. I am not blonde. I am not young. Most times I feel so ugly I get enraged and so I try not to see myself. I know this comes from my mother who refused to say anything nice about my looks but it makes it so hard to go and see T when I think he is thinking like my parents. And I know that is transference but I am still suffering.
Do you all see other clients come and go? How does it make you feel? Am I the only one who struggles with this?
TN