I've had intense, debilitating, burning pain across my neck, shoulder, and back for far too long now, partly caused by playing cello and partly because I keep so much tension there and don't listen well to my body.
The doctor referred me to a physical therapist who conveniently works on campus. I went to that appointment several weeks ago--it was early in the morning, so practically no one was around except him and his receptionist who was out of the room most of the time. From the second I met the physical therapist--a tall, powerful, imposing, brutish man--I felt faintly threatened. By the time I left I was nauseated with fear, crying practically the second I was out of the door, and felt shaky and ill and bombarded with mini-flashbacks for the rest of the day.
He didn't do anything outright abusive, I don't think. And part of me feels that I'm being ridiculous, that I'm just still afraid of men and that it's awkward to have someone pressing and manipulating your body in weird positions and that I should just get over it. But... I just don't think that's true. I'm NOT scared of men and their touch. Not all of them. In fact, the first thing I did after I left that appointment was ask for a hug from a guy friend.
It was just THIS man that made me feel this way, with his constant stream of inappropriate and even sexual jokes, like "damn shame about this pillow I just HAVE to put between you and my crotch so they can't fire me", or the way he imposed on my space until I was forced to take steps back, the way he kept pointing out how much stronger he was than me ("I could overpower you so easily if I wanted to... I could lift you off this table by your shoulder blade if I wanted to... I could break your neck if I wanted to..."), sharply commanded me to sit or lie down or turn, and the anger in his voice if I was at all tense ("relax, stop fighting it, what the hell are you doing, stop, you're not relaxed, I know what I'm doing, relax...")
Anyway, at first I just felt it was inevitable for me to continue going to him, since we already had an appointment in two days, and I was feeling utterly helpless and powerless. I finally got myself together the next day and ended up calling to cancel the appointment with the excuse of illness, and didn't schedule another one. I felt genuinely proud of myself for that. Since then, though, I have tried so hard to find a new physical therapist, only to be told again and again that I couldn't get an appointment for at least two months and probably longer. (I'm supposed to have already started 3x weekly sessions.) My options are running out and my music professors, who have so far been fairly understanding, are beginning to breathe down my neck as concerts approach and I'm not doing nearly the amount of cello playing I should be doing because of the pain every time I try.
I already feel like a failure not being able to play music the way I know I can, especially since a huge portion of my school scholarships is dependent on my career as a cellist while at school. I feel paralyzed by physical pain and emotional frustration when I try to play and I feel powerless in the face of being denied help no matter how many times I look for it. I feel that I should just accept my fate already and go back to that man.
I guess I am posting here asking for help and advice because I have no one in real life to talk about this with. I would love some support in any fashion. Thanks.
The doctor referred me to a physical therapist who conveniently works on campus. I went to that appointment several weeks ago--it was early in the morning, so practically no one was around except him and his receptionist who was out of the room most of the time. From the second I met the physical therapist--a tall, powerful, imposing, brutish man--I felt faintly threatened. By the time I left I was nauseated with fear, crying practically the second I was out of the door, and felt shaky and ill and bombarded with mini-flashbacks for the rest of the day.
He didn't do anything outright abusive, I don't think. And part of me feels that I'm being ridiculous, that I'm just still afraid of men and that it's awkward to have someone pressing and manipulating your body in weird positions and that I should just get over it. But... I just don't think that's true. I'm NOT scared of men and their touch. Not all of them. In fact, the first thing I did after I left that appointment was ask for a hug from a guy friend.
It was just THIS man that made me feel this way, with his constant stream of inappropriate and even sexual jokes, like "damn shame about this pillow I just HAVE to put between you and my crotch so they can't fire me", or the way he imposed on my space until I was forced to take steps back, the way he kept pointing out how much stronger he was than me ("I could overpower you so easily if I wanted to... I could lift you off this table by your shoulder blade if I wanted to... I could break your neck if I wanted to..."), sharply commanded me to sit or lie down or turn, and the anger in his voice if I was at all tense ("relax, stop fighting it, what the hell are you doing, stop, you're not relaxed, I know what I'm doing, relax...")
Anyway, at first I just felt it was inevitable for me to continue going to him, since we already had an appointment in two days, and I was feeling utterly helpless and powerless. I finally got myself together the next day and ended up calling to cancel the appointment with the excuse of illness, and didn't schedule another one. I felt genuinely proud of myself for that. Since then, though, I have tried so hard to find a new physical therapist, only to be told again and again that I couldn't get an appointment for at least two months and probably longer. (I'm supposed to have already started 3x weekly sessions.) My options are running out and my music professors, who have so far been fairly understanding, are beginning to breathe down my neck as concerts approach and I'm not doing nearly the amount of cello playing I should be doing because of the pain every time I try.
I already feel like a failure not being able to play music the way I know I can, especially since a huge portion of my school scholarships is dependent on my career as a cellist while at school. I feel paralyzed by physical pain and emotional frustration when I try to play and I feel powerless in the face of being denied help no matter how many times I look for it. I feel that I should just accept my fate already and go back to that man.
I guess I am posting here asking for help and advice because I have no one in real life to talk about this with. I would love some support in any fashion. Thanks.