Therapy is hard in ways that digging ditches doesn't even compare. I know I finally started to get better when I no longer found myself looking for any words or mannerisms in my T. to prove to me he didn't know what he was doing. :rolleyes:
That has been a trust issue for me for so long it took a long time to finally decide that he's a human being and is going to express himself in non-perfect ways according to my "how things should be done" map. At some point I had to decide if he was well-intentioned or not. Once I decided that he was well-intentioned, and that I have complex defenses and triggers that even Google couldn't map, I had to learn to identify, address, and bring up my feelings when words or mannerisms brought up negative feelings towards him or I wouldn't be able to move forward and do it in my own life.
He actually was pleased when I started not dissociating or running away from such therapeutic challenges. Every time I have "stood up" for myself in therapy, it has transferred to better functioning with peers and loved ones. I was a paramedic/Emergency Room Tech and felt like I knew more than my therapists. What finally had to sink in was the idea that they just *might* know more about therapy than me. :D I also decided to trust that they had access to information I wasn't aware of and that they could observe signs/symptoms in me and my functioning that I didn't even know were apparent.
I had "word salad" thinking in the beginning of therapy, which for me was the first two years or so. He didn't call it that, but he called it "extremely complex defenses." I actually thanked him for that as I thought it was a compliment. DOH! It was a description of the morass of triggers that were being tripped constantly, making it harder for us to build the necessary therapeutic alliance to even stabilize enough to begin the trauma processing. But, I stuck with it and I am so glad I stopped firing the poor guy.
There will be many such instances in the therapy room for anyone in therapy, and are for me still. I try to remind myself that my negative feelings aren't the "fault" or "responsibility" truly of the therapist - though sometimes it's intentional on their part to get me to stick up for myself - but rather are the result of the abuse, my basic world view, past traumas big and small, and what I tell myself in my head about what I am experiencing. It took me many years to get to this point, and it still happens occasionally.
Hang in there. It gets better, both in therapy and out amongst the earth people.