Wow, thank you all for such an overwhelmingly supportive response. I'm still in a little bit of shock from this afternoon, but I feel like I need to get some of it written out to try and sort through it all. So here goes. This is going be really long...and I'm a little nervous about putting up so many details about my session (I'm a little paranoid), but I'll try. Endless thanks in advance to anyone who reads all of this..
I was kind of numb today (although that could have been the 13 degree wind chill), and I was under the impression that we would have to meet in another room today. I wasn't expecting to be able to have much of a connection. Luckily, we got to meet in T's office, which was a relief. I had trouble starting out, because I had no clue where to start. Honestly, I don't even remember exactly how the session started out, but it eventually got to the point where I just told her, "I'm not okay." And she asked me if I could explain more. I said some other stuff about how if I try to figure out what I'm thinking or feeling, I can't stand to be in my own head. Some other stuff was said (sorry, don't remember)..
She finally asked something like, do you not have permission to talk because of secrets. And I said yes. She asked how old the girl (me) is that's holding this secret, and I said, now. She seemed surprised. I always try to be honest with her, and she knows that, so I guess she was surprised that with my emphasis on honesty that I had secrets about things I was doing. Anyway, I struggled to say anything when she asked if I could tell her, and I said I was so scared to say anything because of how I worried she would react (thank you for the advice, AG). She made a little joke (very common for my T
) and then said that I had told her secrets before and she was still here. I told her I didn't know where to start, so she said, start with the worst thing so then you get that over with. I said that I was so worried that she'd be angry, that she'd hate me and be disgusted. After sitting there for 5 minutes, I finally told her about my recent SH incidents. I said that I've had urges before, but this is the first time I've actually done it. I was SO worried, because we have a no self-harm/no suicide contract. I'd never asked her what would happen if I broke it. I shied away from giving any details at all, and she let it slide. After I told her, she asked me, do I look angry? Of course she didn't...she looked actually concerned, which really did surprise me, because I was so convinced she would be angry with me for breaking the contract and that I'd have to face some consequence. I don't even think she mentioned it. She even asked me if I wanted to show her the cuts...maybe that would have been another way to show that she wasn't disgusted by me - if I had said yes, that is. I had told her at the beginning of the session that I have so many problems (she didn't know what they were at the time) that I'm convinced I must be making them all up. After I told her about the SH, she said that there's no way I could or would make this up and that it just means that I'm in a huge amount of pain and I'm trying to find a way to deal with it.
Anyway, something else she said made me pause and then I told her that I couldn't give more details without saying more things that I didn't want to. Long story short, I sat there squirming for another 5 minutes in silence before I told her about my drinking. Now this really surprised her (as I feared it would
), because even I know that I look, act, and talk in a way that makes it seem like drinking is the last thing I'd have a problem with. She even said in a little bit of a surprised tone, "I didn't know that." Which of course made me worry that she had pretty good knowledge about the other stuff I told her! I shied away from details about that, too (like what I drink). It felt so impossible to say anything more, and I told her that it was too much. She asked, too much for you or for me? I said both, and she told me that I can't speak for her. I felt a little...reprimanded, but I'm too sensitive..I know she didn't mean it that way. Then she said my name and waited for me to look at her and then asked, do I look like I am disgusted? After she said that and I saw her look of caring and concern, I completely broke down. I had been a little watery eyed before, but I lost it. I've never cried but a few tears in therapy, but I sat there for several minutes with my hands over my face while I bawled. Quietly, of course.
But I was too ashamed about my crying to move my hands from my face to get a tissue, and I didn't until my T said (kind of jokingly) that she has plenty of tissues. While we were sitting there quietly, T said, I'm still here. I asked her how she could not hate me when I kept all of these things from her for so long, and she just said that I was only getting through all of this and dealing with pain the best way I know how and that it's okay that it took me until now to feel safe enough to say something.
After a bit, I said, there's one more. And then I told her that I probably should have started with this one. She said uh oh and then said, sock it to me.
I was still crying some, and I apologized for taking so long in telling her these things since I knew we had to be getting close to the end of the session, and her colleague needed the room right afterward. She said that I can take as long as I need, that we could just move to a different room to finish the session if we had to, so I don't need to worry about that at all. It felt so reassuring to hear that. I finally told her (and I've only mentioned this once on the forum) that I have an eating disorder. I told her the type that I have (which was even harder). I was still crying kind of heavily, and she was just saying some stuff about how it makes sense considering how much I try to stay away from my emotions. Then she started to say that she was amazed that I was dealing with these problems and still a straight A student and doing stuff on campus, etc. Then she said again, that she was still here and that she's not disgusted with me at all. A few more minutes went by, and I kind of laughed a little and said that I couldn't believe I told her about all of these things in one session, and she laughed too and said she couldn't believe it either.
At around 5 till, she said that she would just grab her stuff and we could go into another room to wrap up so her colleague could have the office. It ended up being a board room and goodness knows why I chose to sit in the chair that was directly beneath a light (I felt like I was in an interrogation room), but a large part of me didn't care. T asked what my plans were and said that we could take about 15 minutes to wrap things up. The session ended up being nearly an hour and a half. Something I said about how I'm able to separate these parts of myself intrigued her, but she just said that she didn't want to do too much today. When we first got into the room, she asked how I was doing and I just told her that I was freaking out! I was a mess..I couldn't sit still because I was shaking, my nose was running, and my mind was starting to go blank from overload.
She said again that I am not making any of these things up, that I wouldn't be doing any of it unless I had a very good reason. Of course, I worry that whenever the reason is uncovered, it's not going to be good enough. She seemed to know this without me saying it and said that even blocking myself off from my emotions and feeling like I'm not supposed to feel anything would be enough of a reason. Then she said that in the long term we could eventually help me find better ways to cope with the drinking and my ED since those things don't change overnight. She told me that although she understands why I felt the need to SH and feels compassion for me and fully supports me, that she doesn't like that I did it and doesn't want to encourage or support the behavior. She made me fully promise that if I felt like I was going to SH and couldn't stop myself, that I am supposed to call her.
She asked me again how I was doing, what was I feeling? I said that I was scared, sad, and relieved. I also said that since it all seems more real now that I've said it all, that I'm hating myself even more for doing these things in the first place. She just said that that is something she doesn't like either and asked if I could try to suggest to myself that although that was how things used to work, maybe I don't have to hate myself anymore, I could try a different way of being (so to speak). Easier said than done, of course! I said again that I don't know how she can't hate me and not be disgusted with me for doing these things and for not telling her about them. She told me, again, that she wasn't disgusted and then asked if I would let her prove to me that she's not disgusted with me. Of course, I forgot what she said after that.
When we went to schedule another session, I grappled again about asking for an earlier session but eventually did. It's still so hard, no matter how many times my T tells me that she's glad I asked and that I can always ask. Toward the end she thanked me for telling her all that I did and said something similar to what you said, Morgs, that now we can really get to work. She also made a joking remark about me being a Psych major (..yeah, and I just applied for a clinical internship. I wish I could believe that the interest I feel is real and not just because of my own problems) and said something about how I know more about this stuff because of that, which makes this all the more interesting and troubling at the same time.
I'm going to be really, really nervous about the next session. It is hitting me now just how open I made myself today, and it's scary. Yeah, I'm really scared. What if I made a mistake revealing so much at one time? Oh boy, I just need to go to bed. It has been a very, very long day.
Thank you for your replies, BB, Morgs, AG, Frog - things have been really busy lately, and I'm trying to keep up with most of the posts. I've read your recent threads, Frog, and I have to say that I love reading about your T because he seems so attuned to you and your needs. And Morgs, I'm not sure if we've crossed paths yet (sorry if I forgot), but hello to you if we haven't.
Sorry for the unbelievably long post. Again, a huge thanks to anyone who reads it.