FindingMyself88
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Things have been slowly getting worse over the past few weeks to the point that if things don't turn around soon I am afraid I will need to go inpatient again to keep from acting.
So my T came back after a 2 month recovery for surgery and things were looking good. I was able to get back into university again and Kaz (my service dog in training) is doing well enough to join me to class. Being back in school is a good thing even if it is a tad scary.
We were set up to start EMDR again because before my T left we had started on one of my most intense developmental traumas. The more we did EMDR, the more stuff came up. I began realizing that I had been molested by my now dead ex stepmom for wayyyyyyy more than just a year or two. More like 4-8 years. Because the flashbacks and triggers weren't stopping we decided to start the EMDR again last week.
The hardest part for me in any part of the therapy process is allowing myself to feel the emotions. Emotions are VERY overwhelming for me. We know that one reason also is that my real dad would tell me he would beat me more if I cried so I feel unsafe to cry. It's like a wall literally goes up. If I do let it down enough to shed a few tears, I am still holding back like a tsunami of sobs and screams. Well this happened again and my therapist decided it was time to stop doing trauma work for right now. She said until we can get me comfortable feeling things then EMDR isn't going to work.
So I left feeling like a failure pretty much even though she kept telling me I wasn't. I got home and I don't want to say it was a flashback, but rather a really intense memory. I was probably 7 or 8 and was VERY sick laying on the couch at my mom's house (she had main custody of me). I was begging and crying for my mom to hold me or do something. Instead she starts screaming at me and says she can't take it anymore and walks out, leaving me alone! I remember I was crying so hard I was throwing up- it was the worst feeling ever.
Later on my thoughts drifted back to the therapist I saw before my current one. Looking back, she was SO professional she was uncaring. If I cried in session with her, she wouldn't even offer me a tissue and she just stared at me saying nothing. Several times time for session would be up and she would send me out the door still crying and say "See you next week!" Because crying was never safe as a child, this would leave me in a very precarious position.
I think I am having some transference issues with my current T and my mom and old T. Logically I know that my T will not do me the way either of them have. In the past if I was upset by flashback or what not, she has been known to hold me over and be late with her next client or ask me to sit on the porch and she would check on me after her next client. Also the few times I've managed to cry she will say things like "You are safe, I am here, its okay, let it out, etc". But several things hold me back
1) I am afraid that if I ever truly let go, everyone in the whole building will hear me cry and scream. That is not only embarrassing for me but as a child if I did cry I had to make sure it was silent so my dad didn't hear me.
2) Even though my therapist is great about offering verbal support, I still feel like that little girl crying on the couch alone because her mom walked out on her instead of hugging her like she asked for. I know ethically that T's typically don't want to make contact. This isn't something I've talked with my T about and I don't even know what form of contact I would want that would help if it would help. This is where I asked my T if I could bring Kaz to sessions but she says she thinks that I would then rely on him and not her. But I feel like being able to bury into him and cry would help me focus more on his love and acceptance rather than my panic and judgement of my emotions.
3) I know that my T can't hold me over after our session and like I said earlier I feel like if I ever do truly let go- it won't stop. I know logically they will but probably not within the hour. I am terrified of going home with everything all raw. Home is NOT a safe place for me to be so emotionally open because of my mom. Plus being alone is when my thoughts and judgements REALLY take over. There have been times where it was hard to make it home without acting on those judgements. One time I couldn't leave my T's office because if I did I knew I would act on it... that is when I ended up being admitted voluntarily back in December.
So now lets back up a bit. I called my therapist Thursday to ask if we could try bringing Kaz. She returned my call on Friday but it was a very brief call (3 minutes). I stupidly tried explaining the memories I had in those brief 3 minutes to explain why I thought Kaz would help. I misworded it in my attempt to rush it and made it sound like I don't feel safe in therapy. My T caught that and asked "So you don't feel safe in therapy?" but then its like she quickly changed the subject. After that the conversation ended kind of stiffly. Now I am terrified that I hurt her feelings or that she is frustrated with me. I am dreading our appointment Tuesday and that is not typical. Therapy has been my "safe place" even though I haven't been able to fully open up (which as above some of that is because of me not feeling safe with myself) but now I'm afraid that's about to change.
I've been very unstable this week. Something happened in my sociology class with another classmate that is in my group. Sure others have said I had a right to be mad and upset by what/how she said something, but I feel like had I not been so off kilter this week it wouldn't have bothered me AS badly. It affected me so bad I dissociated and was shaking, I couldn't find my car in the deck for like 30 minutes (had to check 5 of the 6 decks) and was late for meeting a friend on campus.
I see my psychiatrist on the 21st and I am asking to be put back on the stronger anxiety meds. I've been off them since December but what they have me on is not working and if we are stopping trauma work and going back to the basics, I am going to need help coping.
So my T came back after a 2 month recovery for surgery and things were looking good. I was able to get back into university again and Kaz (my service dog in training) is doing well enough to join me to class. Being back in school is a good thing even if it is a tad scary.
We were set up to start EMDR again because before my T left we had started on one of my most intense developmental traumas. The more we did EMDR, the more stuff came up. I began realizing that I had been molested by my now dead ex stepmom for wayyyyyyy more than just a year or two. More like 4-8 years. Because the flashbacks and triggers weren't stopping we decided to start the EMDR again last week.
The hardest part for me in any part of the therapy process is allowing myself to feel the emotions. Emotions are VERY overwhelming for me. We know that one reason also is that my real dad would tell me he would beat me more if I cried so I feel unsafe to cry. It's like a wall literally goes up. If I do let it down enough to shed a few tears, I am still holding back like a tsunami of sobs and screams. Well this happened again and my therapist decided it was time to stop doing trauma work for right now. She said until we can get me comfortable feeling things then EMDR isn't going to work.
So I left feeling like a failure pretty much even though she kept telling me I wasn't. I got home and I don't want to say it was a flashback, but rather a really intense memory. I was probably 7 or 8 and was VERY sick laying on the couch at my mom's house (she had main custody of me). I was begging and crying for my mom to hold me or do something. Instead she starts screaming at me and says she can't take it anymore and walks out, leaving me alone! I remember I was crying so hard I was throwing up- it was the worst feeling ever.
Later on my thoughts drifted back to the therapist I saw before my current one. Looking back, she was SO professional she was uncaring. If I cried in session with her, she wouldn't even offer me a tissue and she just stared at me saying nothing. Several times time for session would be up and she would send me out the door still crying and say "See you next week!" Because crying was never safe as a child, this would leave me in a very precarious position.
I think I am having some transference issues with my current T and my mom and old T. Logically I know that my T will not do me the way either of them have. In the past if I was upset by flashback or what not, she has been known to hold me over and be late with her next client or ask me to sit on the porch and she would check on me after her next client. Also the few times I've managed to cry she will say things like "You are safe, I am here, its okay, let it out, etc". But several things hold me back
1) I am afraid that if I ever truly let go, everyone in the whole building will hear me cry and scream. That is not only embarrassing for me but as a child if I did cry I had to make sure it was silent so my dad didn't hear me.
2) Even though my therapist is great about offering verbal support, I still feel like that little girl crying on the couch alone because her mom walked out on her instead of hugging her like she asked for. I know ethically that T's typically don't want to make contact. This isn't something I've talked with my T about and I don't even know what form of contact I would want that would help if it would help. This is where I asked my T if I could bring Kaz to sessions but she says she thinks that I would then rely on him and not her. But I feel like being able to bury into him and cry would help me focus more on his love and acceptance rather than my panic and judgement of my emotions.
3) I know that my T can't hold me over after our session and like I said earlier I feel like if I ever do truly let go- it won't stop. I know logically they will but probably not within the hour. I am terrified of going home with everything all raw. Home is NOT a safe place for me to be so emotionally open because of my mom. Plus being alone is when my thoughts and judgements REALLY take over. There have been times where it was hard to make it home without acting on those judgements. One time I couldn't leave my T's office because if I did I knew I would act on it... that is when I ended up being admitted voluntarily back in December.
So now lets back up a bit. I called my therapist Thursday to ask if we could try bringing Kaz. She returned my call on Friday but it was a very brief call (3 minutes). I stupidly tried explaining the memories I had in those brief 3 minutes to explain why I thought Kaz would help. I misworded it in my attempt to rush it and made it sound like I don't feel safe in therapy. My T caught that and asked "So you don't feel safe in therapy?" but then its like she quickly changed the subject. After that the conversation ended kind of stiffly. Now I am terrified that I hurt her feelings or that she is frustrated with me. I am dreading our appointment Tuesday and that is not typical. Therapy has been my "safe place" even though I haven't been able to fully open up (which as above some of that is because of me not feeling safe with myself) but now I'm afraid that's about to change.
I've been very unstable this week. Something happened in my sociology class with another classmate that is in my group. Sure others have said I had a right to be mad and upset by what/how she said something, but I feel like had I not been so off kilter this week it wouldn't have bothered me AS badly. It affected me so bad I dissociated and was shaking, I couldn't find my car in the deck for like 30 minutes (had to check 5 of the 6 decks) and was late for meeting a friend on campus.
I see my psychiatrist on the 21st and I am asking to be put back on the stronger anxiety meds. I've been off them since December but what they have me on is not working and if we are stopping trauma work and going back to the basics, I am going to need help coping.