DogwoodTree
Platinum Member
Do you tell your T the details of what happened to you?
I always thought that was a necessary part of the process, and actually I feel like I could "report" on the details in a dissociated state. To emotionally engage with the story even on a very big-picture level is more of a challenge than speaking the words of what happened.
But my T said a couple of months ago that he had figured I wouldn't want to tell specific details, although he was fine with it if I chose to tell. On an emotional level...I'm actually more afraid of telling exactly what happened because I don't want to hurt my therapist...I can't imagine that these pictures would be easy for anyone to carry, even for a short while. But at the same time, I feel like it's eating me up inside. When I look for a sense of my identity...this is what I see. The ways I was touched and looked at and talked about. The image they formed of me in the way they treated me. It seems like...to be "authentic" and honest with my T...would require telling him what I see as being me.
And yes, I know--cognitively--that what happened to me is not who I am. But this is the message that was spoken over me throughout my entire childhood...conception to leaving for college. There were no safe adults to say otherwise. Even God...my step-dad was the pastor of my mom's church group before she married him, and he was very adept at brainwashing and spiritual abuse. I've not really managed to separate my picture of God from the images of my step-dad, and that makes God seem very distant (like my dad) and threatening (like my step-dad), even though I believe otherwise.
At the same time, I'm already struggling with believing that my T likes me at all. I know he's trained to like his clients, and wants to like them, but honestly, I don't have a very likable personality. It seems like, if I bring up this stuff at that level...trying to offload details...I would become downright repulsive...needy...whiny...clingy...or completely shutdown.
Ack, I hate myself. Sorry...I try to take up as little space in the world as I can manage. Hoping to contribute at least a little more than what I use up.
I always thought that was a necessary part of the process, and actually I feel like I could "report" on the details in a dissociated state. To emotionally engage with the story even on a very big-picture level is more of a challenge than speaking the words of what happened.
But my T said a couple of months ago that he had figured I wouldn't want to tell specific details, although he was fine with it if I chose to tell. On an emotional level...I'm actually more afraid of telling exactly what happened because I don't want to hurt my therapist...I can't imagine that these pictures would be easy for anyone to carry, even for a short while. But at the same time, I feel like it's eating me up inside. When I look for a sense of my identity...this is what I see. The ways I was touched and looked at and talked about. The image they formed of me in the way they treated me. It seems like...to be "authentic" and honest with my T...would require telling him what I see as being me.
And yes, I know--cognitively--that what happened to me is not who I am. But this is the message that was spoken over me throughout my entire childhood...conception to leaving for college. There were no safe adults to say otherwise. Even God...my step-dad was the pastor of my mom's church group before she married him, and he was very adept at brainwashing and spiritual abuse. I've not really managed to separate my picture of God from the images of my step-dad, and that makes God seem very distant (like my dad) and threatening (like my step-dad), even though I believe otherwise.
At the same time, I'm already struggling with believing that my T likes me at all. I know he's trained to like his clients, and wants to like them, but honestly, I don't have a very likable personality. It seems like, if I bring up this stuff at that level...trying to offload details...I would become downright repulsive...needy...whiny...clingy...or completely shutdown.
Ack, I hate myself. Sorry...I try to take up as little space in the world as I can manage. Hoping to contribute at least a little more than what I use up.