It was fine, in the end. She said she didn't think I was insane. She said I just sounded like a person with PTSD, which is a common problem (intellectually I know this but I have felt so stigmatised or something by the way the other therapist reacted to the symptoms of this).
She said I wasn't insane and that helped so much. Maybe I need to try and see if a female therapist is possible at the other place- maybe then I will feel like I have some agency in the whole thing. Women are a much surer bet than men about this stuff -like not a sure one but the chance is greater. I know with a woman I wouldn't be worried about her getting off to what I'm saying or scared she is going to rape me herself. All women have that awareness they can be overpowered and I don't love being made out to be crazy for feeling it. For feeling that growing up into an adult really has not made me safe. But then I know its possible for a woman to make me feel like I'm crazy too- its just less likely.
Because I do need to talk about the trauma itself. This therapist is just about trying to get back to daily living and that's all I can talk about with her really -but despite that I feel so much more sane even about the trauma with her.
I felt so insane with the male therapist this week and last. He said I could benefit from his expertise. He asked me why I went down that staircase when I told him I got locked inside (why would I not go down it? Who would ever design a staircase that you can enter but locks after you in a public building?). He told me it was unlikely I would lose everyone (how could he know this?). I feel like he challenges almost everything I say. I said before that no one can tell you that you are safe. And he said, if you firmly believe that you are not safe. But its not a question of my beliefs -thats the truth of my experience. My experience has been that I cannot declare myself safe. Each time I've tried I found out how wrong I was. Being a woman is not safer than being a child, it just means I have better chances at escaping if I keep myself alert to danger. The alertness exhausts me but I don't just have a choice to turn it off - I need it to survive. Safety needs to be real.
What is real safety like? Its knowing no one will hurt you in devastating ways. Its knowing they can't because others will intervene. Maybe this is the heart of the issue for me. I want desperately to feel safe but I'm not an idiot. We live in a very unsafe world. I am not disordered for seeing it that way. I know that. Even if the men around me don't.