Saw this new T for the second time today. Basically she spent the whole of this session getting me to give her a factual outline of my childhood. Not a nice concerned interested ‘tell me about your past so we can start working through any feelings that come up about it’ but a really clinical approach - she asked questions and I answered them bang bang bang no interest in how it affected me or how I felt or feel about it, just fact after fact after fact. As we went on it got more and more difficult for me, talking about my childhood is so freaky and painful for me and the more I had to keep putting it into objective facts to fulfil her requests for information the more fuzzy and disconnected I became and paradoxically the harder it got to control the fear and bad feelings surging around inside.
I actually started to cry at one point and given the context of this session being dedicated, at her insistence, to being a question and answer session crying was not acceptable at this point. She asked me what I was crying about. Duh! Wtf did she think, the bloody thing I had just said of course. But that she asked and required an answer, it made me have to shut down on the tears and try and think verbally to answer and I was so blank I couldn’t even think what I was crying about and that made me feel like I was really doing something wrong not only crying when I was supposed to be answering all these questions detachedly and unemotionally but that I didn’t instantly know and be able to say clearly and comprehensively WHY I suddenly started crying. And there was no concern or sympathy or empathy from her either - the fact that I’d started crying I suppose the least I’d expect of a T is some show of sympathy for my tears. But all she said was well it’s pretty obvious you CAN feel - said in a pretty accusatory tone because I’d gone on and on in previous session about my goal in therapy being able to feel and express what I feel in the moment because I can’t feel my feelings. So I’m made to feel defensive because I’d had a bit of a feeling and apparently that meant that I was lying about not being able to feel my feelings.
If anyone has had a pysch evaluation that’s exactly what it was like - some cold bored Pdoc sitting there totally uninvolved and detached writing out notes on his little pad as he asks question after question, sitting there waiting while you break down because it’s so painful telling your ‘symptoms’ and he just sits waiting for you to pull yourself together so he can carry on with his fact gathering.
At one point when she was noting down what I was saying about my parents’ and grandparents’ background she suddenly came out with ‘oh they were very obviously traumatized’ and started going on about how it must have been really difficult for them and that’s why they took it out on the children and generally being sympathetic to THEM which made me SO defensive - like she was saying, well you’ve got to see it from their point of view the poor wee things they had it so bad and at that point I challenged her and she said well that’s why they were mean to you and your brother… well I did get uppity then and started a bit of a rant - saying I’ve spent my whole life justifying their actions and what they did, being on their side, understanding their point of view, thinking of them and always blaming myself for things that have been done to me well not any more I want to think of me now and I want to blame THEM instead of being blamed for what they did to me and she just went on about blame being wrong and that’s not what we do in therapy blah blah by this time I am really disconnected and out of it and feeling like she is some cold hostile enemy not a therapist at all.
I mean hell, how the hell does SHE know how my parents and grandparents felt, all she’s got to go on is what I, a biased observer, have to tell her, and anyway I thought I was in therapy for her to help ME, for her to be on MY side, to understand ME - not be sympathetic to the people who fucked me up. I could see exactly what she was getting at there - arming herself with ‘facts’ about my background so she can then later refer to them if I start getting ‘unreasonably’ angry and ‘irrationally’ emotional about the past - so she can point out to me that I’m supposed to see it more ‘realistically’ and try and understand what motivated my family, forgive them and all that kind of crap. Fine, but NOT IN THE SECOND SESSION!
And then I’m answering her questions about my ethnic background, being in a foreign family which didn’t speak English at home, and she says ‘yes I expect you felt different from everyone outside your family didn’t you’ wtf what happened to ASKING? I was so thrown by her comment, made so assertively and definitively that I actually started to agree with her, I didn’t know what to answer because I can’t remember how I felt as a kid and the way she said it, TELLING me how I felt, I felt pressured into agreeing. Just like had happened to me throughout my childhood, where people TOLD ME what I was doing thinking feeling saying, never mind that it never matched what I thought I was thinking and feeling. I had enough of a sense of resentment by now to actually oppose it in the end, by saying well actually I don’t think I did feel different (but I actually don’t know). And yes I’m sure she meant it sympathetically, but to TELL me how I must have felt instead of asking ‘did you feel different?’ tells me pretty clearly that she is likely to impose her views on me, rather than put me at the centre of her understanding of me.
So she keeps asking, I keep answering, she keeps writing down notes and suddenly the time is up. And she asks, well how was that? And I’m so out of it by now and feeling god knows what but really freaked out and knowing I’m heading for a really bad place and desperately disconnecting so I can stay in my head and not be overwhelmed by the blackness and all I could say was well I don’t feel very good about it. I don’t think I’ve achieved anything in this session. She didn’t ask why or have any sympathy it was all so cold and clinical. And I said I will go away and think about it and she said well DON’T THINK about it, if you are feeling something go away and just feel it. You are feeling ‘disconcerted’ (TELLING me again what I am feeling) so go away and just feel feeling disconcerted. NO I said, I’m not ‘disconcerted’, I’m feeling angry. I’m not feeling it right this moment but I know myself well enough to tell that underneath I am angry. And she just didn’t respond, no going into it, no sympathy or understanding, no attempt to help me articulate why I was angry just looking at me like the specimen on her microscope has suddenly moved.
And I thought fuck this it’s a mess I have to say something I’m not going to pay smile and walk out knowing it’s been so bad. So I carried on, I tried again to explain to her that what I wanted (and had been REALLY clear about in first session) was that I expected her help in getting me to get in touch with how I feel in the moment and to be able to express it. Her response, ‘no you can’t ‘emote’ in every session that’s just not done’ (emote!!! What kind of word is that to use? It’s so bloody perjorative.) So I’m being told off and caving in but had a bit of a desperate spark so said, why not? Instead of just yes sir no sir three bags full sir.
Her response, and by now she is looking a bit fed up and totally unsmiling and cold and said in a really offhand way - you just can’t, that is not what therapy is about, if you expect to do that then therapy is not for you. Well that comment tapped straight into my usual state of hopeless despair and I knew that I had to really shut down because otherwise I’d just fall into the isolation and alienation that sits in my head waiting to destroy me. That what I am so desperately looking for isn’t possible to get, that no-one can help me that even therapy is closed to me because I’m so fucked and there is something so major wrong with me even a therapist tells me I’m expecting something that doesn’t exist.
I paid then told her I’d see her on Monday and left.
I am so shut down now that I can’t even feel angry or upset about this - I’m in ‘adult’ mode living in her reality, just accepting that she can’t really have been as bad as I experienced, that it’s probably something in me and that all my perceptions and internal shit feelings about it are wrong. I really really can’t believe that she could be so bad when last session she was so good - it’s like she was two different people, and that makes me suspicious that it’s me. God I am so fucked up about this - I can’t trust my own perceptions about it (and I don’t WANT to, I so desperately need help that I HAVE to believe I must be wrong) at the same time I know internally I’m not wrong that’s exactly how I experienced her. I had so expected her to be the smiling nice kind caring genuinely interested therapist she had seemed to be on Tuesday so it was such a shock to see how apparently different she was. And even if it is only a second meeting, I see no reason not to expect her to be concerned about how what she’s doing and saying is making me feel - rightly OR wrongly.
Moreover, by having me recount my past in such a quick objective and factual way, she’s robbed me of the opportunity to actually tell my story properly - and whatever feelings I might have about it stuffed away forever. I actually said that to her, and she dismissed it saying she needed to know for her sake. I have never experienced such profound misattunement as this before. It was so bad I’m experiencing it as not actually having happened, I simply can’t deal with it except by staying in cut off in my head mode. All these words I’ve written, it’s like I’m talking about someone else. God I feel so crap I’m so sorry everyone if I actually do press the post button I so hope this makes some sense maybe someone can see something positive in this that right now I can’t.
Oh and I have to really apologize, I know I write massively rambling posts anyway but I think this one really goes over the top. I am so sorry, I really don’t want to bore anyone so I do understand if you can’t read through it all. I just needed to get it out there, out of my head into external reality. My head is a very bad place to be right now. I don’t feel ok at all. And I’m scared.