I’d like to say categorically in writing out aloud with witnesses that I have finally found the right T for me. Only took a few decades and working my way through 32 therapists to get there, but I think I can confidently say that this man is the one.
I have never come across a T as non-defensive and as accepting as he is and despite all my reservations and doubts and fears and endless grievances about all the things he says and does that aren’t what I’m wanting or expecting from therapy, his consistent manner of mild acceptance has finally started to build in me a sense of trust and hope.
For the first time in therapy I feel like I have someone who is working WITH me, instead of my having to sort everything out on my own between sessions. Who knows, maybe in time I might even become attached. Well pigs might fly too but it’s not totally beyond the bounds of probability.
Something came up in session the other day that pointed up really clearly how every therapist I’ve seen before this one has been pretty useless. And it was to do with what I talk about in therapy. So herein the question of the title of this thread.
With my T’s subtly (and often very UNsubtly) nudging me over several sessions, I finally realized that I don’t ever and I mean NEVER talk about real life details in session. I’ll go in and talk all around the houses about how I feel and what I think and what I perceive my problems and issues to be, but I never say anything that gives away what my life is like, or who is in it, or what I do during my days. Sometimes I’ve thrown out the odd story from the past, but always in the context of supporting a point about my issues, never just in terms of telling a story about me.
So I decided to come in one session recently and tell him about my daily routine. Simple yeah? Not so . I cannot believe how uncomfortable it made me feel, how profoundly painful on some strange underground level it was, talking about ME as a real live person living a real human life . All sorts of hairy issues surfaced, like, how unutterably boring my life is and how irrelevant and unimportant and what a failure I am and how could anyone least of all a T be the slightest bit interested in what I do with my days or what the small trivial details of my life mean to me. I got a shock and a half when I realized just how defended I am against talking about the me that exists as an object in the eyes of others. Being seen as a real person in other words.
Which got me to wondering what other people actually talk about in therapy. Are you happy and comfortable talking about day to day issues and events in therapy, do you find it easy to tell stories about yourself? Does anyone else find it incredibly uncomfortable and difficult to talk about yourself in the context of real life, in terms of who you are in the real world? Or are you more comfortable, like me, talking about things in the abstract, talking ABOUT feelings and facts rather than showing them or describing them?
And anyway, what DO other people talk about in therapy????
This has brought so much stuff into my awareness that I’m almost reeling from what it all means and I’ll be unravelling it for quite a while, so I’d be really interested to hear what others have to say about how and what they talk about in therapy.
LL
p.s. the reason I said that all my previous Ts were useless, is because not one of them ever asked me to talk about my real life, or showed the slightest bit of interest in who I was or had been outside of sessions. I managed to keep wittering on endlessly in therapy about all these abstract and airy fairy things and never getting anywhere because the Ts gave me the impression that they expected therapy to be all about deep and meaningful things (or conversely, about changing my behaviour), and not the ‘trivia’ of my real life