I let him know I would be there around 9 a.m. I got there and there was an envelope with my name on it. I thought, "Good, I got the referrals, and I can be on my way." I open it up and it is a note from the Therapist that states, "Your appointment is on Wednesday at 10 a.m. I will not discuss anything outside of the appointment." I c o u l d not believe it. I thought to myself...in the sixty seconds it took you to write that letter, you could have given me two referrals.
So, I waited in the lobby. His client left and he came out and said, "Yes?" I held up the envelope and stated, "This is not what I requested." I said it kindly. He said, "Your appointment is on Wednesday at 10 a.m." I swear, he must have parrot in him. Repeating the same thing over and over again. I am literally looking at him like, "You have got to be kidding me."
He was not going to budge on this. I knew that my words would be met with, "Your appointment is on Wednesday at 10 a.m."
I told him yesterday that it has nothing to do with him. It is about me and my issues. For one, I know that I can't have no contact between sessions. It is too painful. I don't see the need to discuss this with him because he has stated he knows this is difficult for me.
Secondly, in a year and a half, I have only mentioned briefly three abusive memories...and when I do...the negative transference is greater than normal. I haven't even touched the surface of my childhood and I know that I can't keep breaking his rules, even though I am really trying not to.
So, when you can't find a solution to the problem, sometimes the only solution is to leave. And, that is what it has come down to. I want to respect his boundaries, but I don't have it in me to do so. That is by no means an excuse, at all. How can you do something you are not equipped to do?
I remember one time I told him that he was the most stubborn and persistent man I had ever met. You know what my next thought was?
"What a shame."
It's a shame because I never had a man in my life growing up who could model anything that resembled a true man.
I told him Wednesday would only be a two minute appointment. It will go down in the Guiness Book of World Records...just enough for him to hand me the two referrals and be on my way.
I don't know how he is taking this...but I am trying to protect him from me. From my stuff, all the bad stuff in me.
Thanks for listening.
T.