I recognise now that I didn't want to feel vulnerable. I most definitely did not want to wind up consumed by a parental transference. I wanted to have a nice adult-to-adult conversation to help me deal with some issues that had been stirred up. I started in September and imagined I'd be done by late Spring. Cue lots of internal laughter here at my exceptional denseness.
What I didn't bet on was my unconscious taking over and deciding it was time to do some major life-altering work. The transference happened anyway, whether I liked it or not, the intensity happened. Before I knew it my week began to revolve around that hour.
Here's the thing. I trust the process. I even get in my gut that my T is essentially a decent person and good at what she does. I know she cares about me. But when we edge closer to some of the more difficult stuff I have on my agenda, I dissociate - which has not happened in years. I'm doing okay with sharing with her what is happening and she is good at helping me ground myself.
I am honest with her but I have found it very difficult to articulate everything that is going on. This makes me want to throw my hands up in the air in frustration. I know my own truth. I've known it for a long time. I know what I'm touching; it's unmet childhood need. It's an unwillingness to accept my own vulnerability, to allow myself to feel dependent on others.
Trust is a massive word in my vocabulary, with good reason. What I need to do is take some more leaps of faith. The ones I have taken so far have resulted in positive progress. I cannot be 100% percent sure of a positive outcome but then that mirrors life. You can never be sure.
I'm still pretty awed at how powerful it all is. I am glad to be doing this work - it is immensely helpful to have someone who knows their stuff well enough to stop me over-intellectualising everything and get me in touch with how it actually feels. I do kind of trust that I'll get there eventually and I need not to force myself to disclose everything I feel. That taps into lots of 'mind over matter' old coping stuff, which I need not to feed.
But damn, it is a rough ride and I'd quite like to be at the end point, rather than this strange moving back and forth between the old way of being and the new.