Thanks for thinking of me Hashi, I too have been meaning to come back and update this thread for a while, and have been too "down and out" and too exhausted and overwhelmed to do it .
I am sorry for the endless struggle, sorry for how it manages to leak out through every element of your existence, including the physical, and so sorry too for the additional life stressors that have come along at the worst possible time. For what it's worth, I struggle also with attempting to confront the past trauma, whilst trying to manage emerging crises. Selfishly, or perhaps just desperately, I would like to be allocated separate and additional T sessions to deal with both, because letting go of the momentum associated with either aspect seems to be cattapaulting me into dark places lately.
I also share your guilt for the additional miles your T is going. Mine is doing likewise, and like you, while the guilt ebbs and flows (usually flowing, often in torrents) my desperation and level of need is also great - greater than the guilt, though only just.
I've discovered something significant and very troubling about my past trauma/torture processing, something that I probably can't do justice to in writing yet, as it's really only processing through my mind now. I had a horror reaction this week to an EMDR session that was, for a variety of random and unavoidable reasons, cancelled twice on consecutive days. We had intended to EMDR a particularly difficult torture-related memory, and somehow, in my desperation to prepare adequately and to fend off growing overwhelm with numbing and detachment, I overengaged with the memory beforehand, wound myself to a state of virtual reliving and then, when the session did not proceed, fell into one of the deepest most flashback-ridden, self destructive and vividly physical personal crises I have had in a long long time.
The message is... something, something to do with facing my trauma head on and alone (outside of T) without selling my soul to it and losing myself in it. The message is something about ownership of my past without being possessed by it. The lesson is something to do with an existential fragility that I can't really understand yet. The lesson is something I'm unsuccessfully trying to explain here, but it's terrifying, something which for now has almost driven me to a fear of confronting those memories that feels too great.
I thought I could go there, thought I was ready, and now I have lost that conviction in the most brutal way.
It's a long road, and right now, it has become a very confusing and blurry one.
Thanks for making me think honestly and consciously about this and take the first steps to trying to put words around it. If the above made no sense, perhaps I'll do better when the thoughts find their way out of the dissociated pain a little more.
MD