NightSky
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I’m not sure what’s going on with my T, or how to fix it. The problem is on my end.
A little background: I began seeing her for phobias because they were getting out of control and I was so anxious all the time. I had seen a few T’s prior to her for suspected csa. Basically when I was 19, until I was around 24, I had a few brief “flashbacks” of csa by a relative and i had no idea what to do about it. I got married, and everything came to a crashing halt because I couldn’t stand being touched. So I saw a T for two years and told her about the flashes. She’s the one who diagnosed me with PTSD, and worked hard with me to help me understand how the flashes could be real even though they don’t feel real. Now that I’m with my newer T and understand a lot more about my symptoms, I know I spent every session with the old T totally dissociated. I never connected with her emotionally, stayed in my head and doubted her the whole time.
Anyway, I went into this new T hoping to overcome specific phobias. But my fear of intimacy came out, and I’ve since told her all of the flashes, and the body things I experience, and the nightmares, etc. Unlike the other T, I’m very attached to this onr. I was so frustrated by my first T trying to convince me the flashes are real, with this one I’ve never asked if she thinks they are. I literally feel most of the time like I’m crazy and make this stuff up. She always says I’m not crazy and I didn’t make it up. (And i know neither of us can know for sure if the flashes are real)
But I go through these periods of being convinced she doesn’t believe me. And it limits what I can say in the room with her. I feel enormous shame insinuating that I survived abuse because maybe she thinks I didn’t and thinks I’m lying. I don’t know how to get past this. Even if she tells me she fully believes me one day, I become convinced that between then and now she has changed her mind and thinks I’m lying. And then walls go up and I have a hard time engaging with her in any kind of vulnerable way.
Am I projecting my disbelief of myself onto her or something? Why does it matter so much to me if she believes me? Anyone have any experience with anything like this? Sorry so long- thanks for reading!
A little background: I began seeing her for phobias because they were getting out of control and I was so anxious all the time. I had seen a few T’s prior to her for suspected csa. Basically when I was 19, until I was around 24, I had a few brief “flashbacks” of csa by a relative and i had no idea what to do about it. I got married, and everything came to a crashing halt because I couldn’t stand being touched. So I saw a T for two years and told her about the flashes. She’s the one who diagnosed me with PTSD, and worked hard with me to help me understand how the flashes could be real even though they don’t feel real. Now that I’m with my newer T and understand a lot more about my symptoms, I know I spent every session with the old T totally dissociated. I never connected with her emotionally, stayed in my head and doubted her the whole time.
Anyway, I went into this new T hoping to overcome specific phobias. But my fear of intimacy came out, and I’ve since told her all of the flashes, and the body things I experience, and the nightmares, etc. Unlike the other T, I’m very attached to this onr. I was so frustrated by my first T trying to convince me the flashes are real, with this one I’ve never asked if she thinks they are. I literally feel most of the time like I’m crazy and make this stuff up. She always says I’m not crazy and I didn’t make it up. (And i know neither of us can know for sure if the flashes are real)
But I go through these periods of being convinced she doesn’t believe me. And it limits what I can say in the room with her. I feel enormous shame insinuating that I survived abuse because maybe she thinks I didn’t and thinks I’m lying. I don’t know how to get past this. Even if she tells me she fully believes me one day, I become convinced that between then and now she has changed her mind and thinks I’m lying. And then walls go up and I have a hard time engaging with her in any kind of vulnerable way.
Am I projecting my disbelief of myself onto her or something? Why does it matter so much to me if she believes me? Anyone have any experience with anything like this? Sorry so long- thanks for reading!
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