This has spilled over to therapy and T. I feel extremely disconnected from him and have really nothing to say to him. I don't feel like I miss him or want any contact. I go to session and have nothing to say or even if there is something on my mind I don't tell him. I sit there and nod while he talks.
I feel like my sessions are getting shorter and shorter and it gets more and more difficult to put myself into therapy mode as I rush out of a chaotic workplace to see T and then I have to put myself into a mental and emotional place to be able to bare my soul to him. Then just when I feel calm enough to tap into my pain/grief/fears my 45 minutes is up and it's time to grab my purse and run back to work and be super-efficient, happy, normal, and energetic.
Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on... . I cannot manage these swings back and forth so quickly. So I am now unable to talk about anything substantive in therapy because the fear of having to run out and face the world so immediately after agonizing pain and grief is more than I can handle.
As many of you know I have always done therapy during my work day, even with oldT, although I saw him in the evenings with my son and was able to take my son's session at times where I needed containment. The difference now is that I am much busier at work, work for more people and have lost the privacy of my office. This has happened in the past year. Before that I would go to see oldT/current T and come back to a private office where I could cry if I needed to and also have time to process therapy for a while before tackling work again. My old boss (who has retired) was rarely in the office so I had more freedom.
I am in such despair right now that I'm struggling with wanting to email my T and telling him that I want to stop coming. I'm just really in a hopeless place and I can no longer see the light.
Lastly, I wanted to thank those of you who responded to my last thread. I 'm sorry I didn't come back to respond.
TN