I skipped out the last two weeks because I don't feel like I can talk to my therapist and she said some things that hurt me so bad.
1. I told her something I haven't really talked about on here but maybe it is time. I told her about someone I looked up to as a mother figure. It was my ex's oldest sister who adopted him. There was a large age gap. She taught me things like budgeting told me what a credit score was and took me out to dinner once. I saw her as a healthy role model. The problem is 15 years later I still have an attachment to her althpugh my relationship with her eneded when I left my ex. I wanted help in moving ine since I have failed to do that on my own. My therapist said, "shame on you for putting her in that position." I don't know how I put her in that position, much of my realization about her role in my like came years later.
2.My therapist is obsessed about what insurance will or will not pay for. "Your treatment when you gave birth was because of your insurance, no one wants to help you because your insurance, you will alway be treated like a drug seeker at the e.r. because of your insurance ect. "
Background, my therapist doesn't have a clock in her office, I rely on her to tell me when session is over.
This exchange.
Her= Because I run group with my coworkers after our session and my coworkers can handle it, it is ok if session goes over.
Me= are you sure?
Her= I would tell you if it was a problem
A few weeks later,
Her= You know it hurts my coworkers when you make session run over like that, that's a very borderline thing for you to do.
Me= but you told me it was ok
Her=it is, I would tell you if it wasn't, but they are still affected by it.
Me=I am not ok with that
Her= its fine.
This last exchange has had me feeling sick. First it was anger that she put that kind of guilt on me, but now I feel like she has a screw loose.
I have written a few letters but scraped them telling her that it wasn't ok to put that guilt on me, and that I want sessions to end on time. Every time from now own. I just haven't had the guts, and not I actually feel afraid of her.
1. I told her something I haven't really talked about on here but maybe it is time. I told her about someone I looked up to as a mother figure. It was my ex's oldest sister who adopted him. There was a large age gap. She taught me things like budgeting told me what a credit score was and took me out to dinner once. I saw her as a healthy role model. The problem is 15 years later I still have an attachment to her althpugh my relationship with her eneded when I left my ex. I wanted help in moving ine since I have failed to do that on my own. My therapist said, "shame on you for putting her in that position." I don't know how I put her in that position, much of my realization about her role in my like came years later.
2.My therapist is obsessed about what insurance will or will not pay for. "Your treatment when you gave birth was because of your insurance, no one wants to help you because your insurance, you will alway be treated like a drug seeker at the e.r. because of your insurance ect. "
Background, my therapist doesn't have a clock in her office, I rely on her to tell me when session is over.
This exchange.
Her= Because I run group with my coworkers after our session and my coworkers can handle it, it is ok if session goes over.
Me= are you sure?
Her= I would tell you if it was a problem
A few weeks later,
Her= You know it hurts my coworkers when you make session run over like that, that's a very borderline thing for you to do.
Me= but you told me it was ok
Her=it is, I would tell you if it wasn't, but they are still affected by it.
Me=I am not ok with that
Her= its fine.
This last exchange has had me feeling sick. First it was anger that she put that kind of guilt on me, but now I feel like she has a screw loose.
I have written a few letters but scraped them telling her that it wasn't ok to put that guilt on me, and that I want sessions to end on time. Every time from now own. I just haven't had the guts, and not I actually feel afraid of her.
