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I've been seeing my therapist for 10 months for trauma related to sexual violence as a young adolescent.
I started with him during a very severe bout of PTSD and I wasn't able to remember our sessions much due to dissociation. After a couple months of that I started to experience very strong transference where I would nearly hallucinate him changing and becoming a predator. I was constantly feeling afraid and felt betrayed and alone in therapy. I would dissociate within minutes of walking in. My heart rate was always sky high and I'd sit there sweating through the whole session.
Months of that hell went on and now suddenly I see him as just an old man, and I'm SO embarrassed for how I've been behaving, and worse, all the details I've shared with him. It's downright humiliating. I even told him about a perp using his hand trying to break my hymen. What was I thinking sharing details in person like this.
I feel, once again, like I can never go back there. I can't count on all my fingers and toes how many times I went into his office feeling sure it was the last session. In the past I felt like I couldn't go back because he was untrustworthy but now I just can't stand knowing what he knows about me. I can't stand to have him even look at me.
Can anyone relate to this?
I started with him during a very severe bout of PTSD and I wasn't able to remember our sessions much due to dissociation. After a couple months of that I started to experience very strong transference where I would nearly hallucinate him changing and becoming a predator. I was constantly feeling afraid and felt betrayed and alone in therapy. I would dissociate within minutes of walking in. My heart rate was always sky high and I'd sit there sweating through the whole session.
Months of that hell went on and now suddenly I see him as just an old man, and I'm SO embarrassed for how I've been behaving, and worse, all the details I've shared with him. It's downright humiliating. I even told him about a perp using his hand trying to break my hymen. What was I thinking sharing details in person like this.
I feel, once again, like I can never go back there. I can't count on all my fingers and toes how many times I went into his office feeling sure it was the last session. In the past I felt like I couldn't go back because he was untrustworthy but now I just can't stand knowing what he knows about me. I can't stand to have him even look at me.
Can anyone relate to this?