i havent even *finished* my previous thread before starting on a new one. Uhg. this is all just venting about me and my past sessions and raptures with my T. I guess the session step up in my Therapy- 3 sessions pr week- can take the blame for that one. It has surtently led to constant waves of emotions and impressions that I must get digested somhow and put into words, in order to not drown in the overwhelming impressions.
I love my T for plenty with reasons. But i hate him for the exact same ones. Oh, paradox! He`s stability and constant attempts to get to know me, understand me, figure me out- everything that used to amuse and flatter me and make me feel warm and thankful- it has flip-flopped somhow.. yes go figure..! Its rather annoying and hurtful.. at least parts of it . He`s becomming the annoying father that i cant please and dont wanna please anymore, and i miss all the fuzzy feelings he managed to create in me before, like a piece of magic, i thought. seriously speaking- i was AMAZED by all of that therapy- stuff and all that surrounded it for so long. Its a sadness entering everything now, as i slowly understand that our relation changes and nothing like THOSE (spesific) loverable feelings WAS, will ever come back...will they? Whats left for us really? Only the brutal truth about the final seperation?
Yet; Nothing has changed. I keep fighting my therapy ghost numer one, which in my case happens to be me fighting for/wish for my T to share his knowlidge (about me) with me. Today`s session was a parody of one such. I was determined to enter session today and just keep speechless in a (i know, very mature) passive-aggressive way, in line with the 8-year old in me whom was hurtet and angry at my T for not replying to my text.(other thread) It even didnt help (how weird is that?) that he actually HAD replied to the text (just failed in sending it, He`s horrible with phones!) and was only curious to exploore why i was sad. And he wasnt a bit offended of me calling him "dumb" just calm as always.. Oh, sidetracking again- the GHOST thing: I asked him after sometime today (when he was finished digging after reasons for my sadness reaction) to tell me what he was thinking about me, the therapy, the process, - like; "where are we now?"(referring to the process)and he just replied with the same wondering tone..."yes, were are we now...good question.." blæh. Always throws it back to me. For me to answer. So, again (done this a million times) i kept asking those questions for him to answer- i even kind of pushed him to let me know what he thought about the way i relate to him, what hes understanding of our relation are like, and what he thinks he represend to me (i am actually very proud that i dared to ask that! He answered, that I have formed a notion of him as all- knowing, and that i therfore i relate to him, as if he represented SOMEONE WITH A KNOWLIDGE THAT I DEEPLY WANTET TO GET ACCESS TO. He`s right, i see him like that.(And he`s awarness and understanding of this, just underpins my very thesis that he DOES understands everything but hesitate to say anything about it, if I dont specifically ask for it! no, i mean;- force him to tell me! How meny things does my T knows, but simply wait for me to ask about? i bet its plenty!)
so, in a way, nothing new about this conversation either..its the same thing all the time, I KNOW THIS TRANSEFERNCE is usual and hold plenty with idealization stuff, yet despite that we have had this conversation a million times, in different ways, it doesnt change. I still battle with my T on this one. I say, "tell me what you think/know/etc"/ i know you know- stuff, he replies that no, he doesnt know/ or that i am the one that have the answer. I cant help it, I keep hurting from that he wont share his "wisdom" nor tell me what he thinks. Doesnt matter that i know very well that I AM the one in focus and yes, blabla the therapy is about me.. I get that. But i am tired of being in focus, tired of being the one to just *guess* what he thinks of, tired of feeling like i am shielded from important stuff that he knows/thinks/ feels.
I have so meny questions about this- am curious about how people deal with this transeference where the therapist becomes the most important subject of relevant and vital knowledge / thoughts? (subject who suppose to know) Does it ever changes?
hm,..one more thing: adding an example from my session today.. After explaining the sadness, (and actually talking alot, despte my plans about remain silent) i startet to dissosiate quitly.. my T broke the silence after some time asked me, "where does your thoughts go now..?" me; "...To the man sitting right behind me (referring to him).. i do the exact same as you T; I keep focusing and thinking about where YOUR thoughts went.. wondering always what you think of, trying to imagine, but failing to do so, and i am tired of guessing it.. please just talk to me.,.you talk".
I dunno why even this make me so sad thinking about, writing about. It was actually a close, intime genuin moment and i felt like i was very honest, yet... hm.. no, i dunno. My T cant come close enough, and i think i am about to realize fully now, that most of what i believed earlier in therapy- was about false imaginings about the process..like i was floating on a rush of drugs(dont know if that makes sense in english!?!) right now i see only cans of "not enough" things.. and my T`s questions ennoyes me, botheres me, yet i long for him to talk and keep wishing he will "talk me out" of my pain and its just not possible. hm.. i have to go to bed now, this venting just make my head spinn further. Sorry for all the unlogical stuff here -lol- there is plenty of contrary statsments here, isnt it?