I had a week of hell but I went to my session on Friday and it was awful. I started telling her about the email and how I couldn't text her and she says "I saw that email yesterday". Half of me wanted to shout why didn't you say anything yesterday! And the other half wanted to cry in desperation. We talked -again- about emails and what to expect and she kept saying I was giving contradictory messages. They sounded reasonable to me. She wasn't understanding any of it. I said maybe I'd like it better if you didn't offer to send emails at all and she said ok, let's do that. You can no longer contact me between sessions, let's try that. And then that felt like she was punishing me. I backed out of that. She said she wasn't taking that away from me as punishment, she just wanted to help cause clearly, the emails gave me too much pain. I couldn't think straight at all and I actually felt myself start crying a couple times, to my horror. Completely lost control of what was happening and what I wanted to happen. She said she liked that I sent emails cause it's the only way she had to know what was happening cause I don't always tell her. It was like she was talking about someone else.
At some point she actually said that no one cares about anyone, that people matter in the now, when we are with them, four hours later we forget. I thought every time she said she cared she was faking.
My T is recently divorced and I'm sure that's taking a toll on her that she doesn't want to admit. Don't know if that's her pride or that she really tries to not let her personal life get into her work and thinks she is succeeding at it. Maybe her other patients can't see it but I have a whole life of training to adjust my radar to what the others feel so I can anticipate it and I know she's exhausted, frustrated, sad and overworked.
So I left and thought "well, I'm done with this".
And as soon as I thought that, I felt a change and realised all this time I wasn't really being me. The reasonable, logical 38 year old me, I was being 18. The scared, hurt and living in a nightmare of faking happiness to please a family that was falling apart with depression on all sides. I wanted my T to be my mom. To care, to love me. And she was failing me cause, duh, she's not my mom. I'm actually eight months older than her.
I felt so ashamed. And then so relieved. I went back to the texts and messages we exchanged and read them without all that toxic feeling of dread and my T was being pretty decent to me. So, she didn't ask how I was doing after a very hard session, so what? Doesn't mean she didn't care. When I contacted her she replied. Didn't say all I would have wished to hear but she was there for me in the best way she could.
I've already texted her and apologised and I'm not sending more emails. I write it down and will take it to session, whether I think is useful or not.
And that's how it all went and I'm sorry I am writing so much but I thought you took the time to reply so I should tell you what happened in the end.
Thank you all for tour support. This has been one crazy week. :confused: