I owed it to ya'll good people to give some follow-up to this. Today I did bring it up first thing with the therapist. Said I had been ruminating on a couple of things since last week. That last week I felt a little too comfortable on the couch and felt I said something I felt elicited her to give a self-disclosure when she probably wouldn't have otherwise.
I apologized for it again, said this kinda touched on a big deal I got that I don't wanna give someone else my nightmares. She seemed pretty surprised, asked if I had been thinking on this all week (yes) because she hadn't thought much about it; in a good way she added. She said her disclosure was a good thing, that it was a part of her history, that it was a part of what made her her, had become a part of who she is, and she purposely was trying to build rapport in sharing. That she had found meaning in what happened, and that it didn't hurt her anymore; just her family. And that her sharing with me was very intentional.
I emphasized that I felt like she was mad at me by the tone of her words. But she said she was just trying to get through to me how much it would affect my family, not to show any anger. She used the word "stern." I ran out of words to convey my thoughts and wasn't smart enough to fight her on it... so I just said that I'm not gonna get too comfortable and sit back on the couch and say things I shouldn't again. She said that she noticed that, and that was fair.
I also brought up setting an alarm on my fitbit for the end of session so I don't say something that will cause time to run over, because, well, boundries. And that she didn't know what door-knob confessional I was gonna spill at the end of time, so I'd set an alarm to censor myself. She told me to stop reading things online about how therapy is supposed to go (quit reading about how the therapy-sausage is made). Asked me if I was okay running over from time to time if the work needed it, that she'd respect my time just as I respect hers. But sometimes, stuff will run over. And am I cool with that? I kinda wasn't, because I don't wanna screw this up, but said yes anyway.
Then she asked my permission in making today a "hard-therapy-day" and dug pretty deep into some stuff -- how would Present-Me be empathetic to Younger-Me kinda stuff. Instructed me to dig into my brain's mission control center and physically mime "pulling out the wires" outta my nose or head connecting the compartments and dropping them into a make-believe hole in the floor. This sounds so nutso, but it really made my head hurt. And hurts still.
I fought really hard today to stay present. Didn't tell her that. You guys might be right... this might just not be a good fit. All I can think of right now is SI'ing. We ran over time yet again because I went and checked out right at the end, and I feel so awful about that. This was totally on me today. I stayed in the parking lot checked-out for a few hours. When she left, she walked over to my parking spot and asked me if I liked the color of her non-existent hat (I get it, I know therapists do that to assess someone's level of presentness). I convinced her I was fine. But I'm not. When I started therapy with her, she gave me one of those smooth rocks with words on them; mine said 'Remember.'
Yeah, I don't think I wanna do this no more. I kept that rock in my pocket during each session. But today just before I left, I went over and left it by their door. I'm so tired; I just want those wires back in my head. I don't wanna upset the therapist. Or anybody.
Thank you guys for the advice; it was very much needed and appreciated.