A few on here have told me that I am in denial. I think perhaps I am, but is that such a bad thing? It's my reality after all, why can't I create it the way I want it to be? It's not like I've made up memories, it's just that I've omitted and ignored unpleasant ones.
I initially broached the topic of exploring childhood stuff with T, but now I'm terrified that I've made a big mistake. My T has started to question what I want to get out of therapy, something my previous T did also. T says that disclosing can have a powerful effect and what exists exists already and all I'd be doing is sharing and allowing exploration. I quite like my reality. I don't see how destroying that would fix my current problems.
I realise that this is insanity. It's like I accept and don't accept the stuff in my past. There was a time when I was so desperate for certainty and now that it floods me I refuse to accept it. I love my family too much to ever betray them by accepting that reality. I'm not sure going into therapy was the right decision. I'm not sure whether my Ts way is the best approach. I just want to be able to function without having to avoid my trigger and I don't know if delving into the darkness and getting filthy is the right way to go. As painful and as unsatisfactory as my present reality is, I think maybe it's a lot better than the other one and so like a stubborn child, I think I'm more comfortable in this discomfort staying put.
I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure how to share with her without destroying this pleasant fiction. I want to be able to have a life and not struggle to do basic things, but I'm terrified my life will fall apart if I tell T anything.
I think my therapy journey may soon be at an end :(
I initially broached the topic of exploring childhood stuff with T, but now I'm terrified that I've made a big mistake. My T has started to question what I want to get out of therapy, something my previous T did also. T says that disclosing can have a powerful effect and what exists exists already and all I'd be doing is sharing and allowing exploration. I quite like my reality. I don't see how destroying that would fix my current problems.
I realise that this is insanity. It's like I accept and don't accept the stuff in my past. There was a time when I was so desperate for certainty and now that it floods me I refuse to accept it. I love my family too much to ever betray them by accepting that reality. I'm not sure going into therapy was the right decision. I'm not sure whether my Ts way is the best approach. I just want to be able to function without having to avoid my trigger and I don't know if delving into the darkness and getting filthy is the right way to go. As painful and as unsatisfactory as my present reality is, I think maybe it's a lot better than the other one and so like a stubborn child, I think I'm more comfortable in this discomfort staying put.
I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure how to share with her without destroying this pleasant fiction. I want to be able to have a life and not struggle to do basic things, but I'm terrified my life will fall apart if I tell T anything.
I think my therapy journey may soon be at an end :(