I'm trying to process what happened at a recent therapy session. We were meeting fortnightly, mainly to give me time to process what was coming up in session but there were also scheduling issues because I travel a lot for work. We had a good session with lots for me to think about which, as the week went on, felt overwhelming. I had a standing agreement with my T that if I was struggling with fortnightly appointments I could contact her and schedule in something weekly, which I did and she immediately found space to see me on my "usual" day of the week.
When I got to session, I felt so ashamed at having to ask for support I got very stuck in trying to explain what was wrong and what I needed from her. From there I got scared that I was doing things wrong, was wasting her time and would be in trouble (not with her, don't know who I thought I was in trouble with) and ended up in this cycle of fear and shame. So, I ended up barely able to speak, with my T working very hard to understand what I needed from her. I'm sure I dissociated at one point because I remember being outside myself urging me to tell her what was happening. She was also trying to get me grounded - in the end I did calm down and come back to myself and T spent a long time making sure I was ok before the session ended.
My memories of the session are really skewed, in that I keep thinking I saw her at night when it was an afternoon appointment. My memory of where we were sitting in relation to each other is off, in that we always sit in the same space in relation to each other but my memory has us sitting differently when I know we weren't. At times in the session I felt her presence more closely than at others, like she was moving closer to me at points and further away at others. While I've dissociated before - but not for a long time - this spacial thing is new for me but I'm guessing it's just another of the things that comes with dealing with trauma.
I've always struggled to ask for support, and in session it felt like I had broken an internal rule of some sort by asking to bring the session forward. The sense of shame was overwhelming though, has anyone else had this in response to asking for reasonable help and support.
When I got to session, I felt so ashamed at having to ask for support I got very stuck in trying to explain what was wrong and what I needed from her. From there I got scared that I was doing things wrong, was wasting her time and would be in trouble (not with her, don't know who I thought I was in trouble with) and ended up in this cycle of fear and shame. So, I ended up barely able to speak, with my T working very hard to understand what I needed from her. I'm sure I dissociated at one point because I remember being outside myself urging me to tell her what was happening. She was also trying to get me grounded - in the end I did calm down and come back to myself and T spent a long time making sure I was ok before the session ended.
My memories of the session are really skewed, in that I keep thinking I saw her at night when it was an afternoon appointment. My memory of where we were sitting in relation to each other is off, in that we always sit in the same space in relation to each other but my memory has us sitting differently when I know we weren't. At times in the session I felt her presence more closely than at others, like she was moving closer to me at points and further away at others. While I've dissociated before - but not for a long time - this spacial thing is new for me but I'm guessing it's just another of the things that comes with dealing with trauma.
I've always struggled to ask for support, and in session it felt like I had broken an internal rule of some sort by asking to bring the session forward. The sense of shame was overwhelming though, has anyone else had this in response to asking for reasonable help and support.