DogwoodTree
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T suggested I try EMDR, and that requires working with a different T for a while since the T I've been seeing for nearly 2 years isn't trained in it.
He told me about 3 options: 2 women and 1 man. I prefer working with male Ts because of emotional abuse from my mom. But due to the nature of the sexual abuse, I decided I should work with a female for this part.
I'm really struggling with this. I've seen the new T three times now. I don't dislike her, but I don't feel comfortable, either. I hate the idea of using EMDR. There's something about her having control over a physical sensation being stimulated in my body that freaks me out. (And yes, I've told her this.)
Last week she offered fidget toys...things I can handle to help calm the anxiety some. I told her I didn't want them, that I didn't want to be causing a physical sensation from an item in front of her. She offered them again this week, and also talked about how she might position us differently in the room, or close the curtains if I wanted, or any number of other things we could adjust so I'd feel more comfortable. The whole conversation grossed me out. I don't want her to accommodate me in any way. I don't want her doing anything unusual for me, because it feels like that just highlights how screwed up I am.
She asked about eye contact. I have asperger's and avoid eye contact whenever possible. I can make eye contact, but it feels intrusive because I'm hyper-sensitive to people's body language, and I can't keep in touch with a sense of my self if I'm looking directly at someone else. It seems this was important information to her, but I hate that we had to talk about it at all.
We discussed the window of tolerance concept, and how she can help coach me when I get out of that window of tolerance. I said it really bothers me that she would see me well enough to monitor me that way. I don't really want her to know anything about me, and certainly not anything about what I'm feeling or experiencing.
Like, I get that this is her job, that none of this is bizarre to her, that I'm paying her to monitor me and coach me and give feedback. But it creeps me out that she sees me. In those sessions, I feel so ashamed to be there, and so self-conscious.
From what my regular T says, this woman is very well qualified and highly trained. So I think I just need to push through and make this work. But I don't like starting over with someone new. I don't like working with a woman. I don't like her office. I don't like the way she dresses or the way she sits. I don't like not seeing my regular T. I don't like the idea of EMDR or somatic processing or any of the rest of it.
And I feel like I'm drifting, with not seeing my regular T and not sure I can work with this new T. I feel lost.
I keep telling myself this is the right move. She seems much more comfortable with the deep trauma issues, and seems to have a more fluid approach to working on that stuff. But...this isn't what I chose, you know? I mean, yes, I made the decision to move forward with this. But she's not the kind of person I would have picked out to work with.
And being a woman, I feel like she's not "strong enough" or something. I'm sure she probably is strong enough, whatever that means, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel like I have to protect her from my crap (and yes, I've told her this too). No amount of telling myself differently lets me drop the barriers that are designed to protect women from what's inside me. I don't want to hurt her by saying the wrong thing or showing too much emotion. I don't feel safe with her.
But I didn't really feel safe with my regular T, either. I never felt like he actually liked me. I couldn't talk about the abuse itself because I didn't want to put those images of me in his head. And I feel so deeply ashamed of some of the ways he's seen me behave in sessions with him, how I've shut down, or how I've let pain or stupid fear or whatever show through. I've not been able to really open up with him, either. The shame of it all is unbearable.
I just hate all of this. I hate who I am, and who I've become. I hate being human. I wish I never existed.
He told me about 3 options: 2 women and 1 man. I prefer working with male Ts because of emotional abuse from my mom. But due to the nature of the sexual abuse, I decided I should work with a female for this part.
I'm really struggling with this. I've seen the new T three times now. I don't dislike her, but I don't feel comfortable, either. I hate the idea of using EMDR. There's something about her having control over a physical sensation being stimulated in my body that freaks me out. (And yes, I've told her this.)
Last week she offered fidget toys...things I can handle to help calm the anxiety some. I told her I didn't want them, that I didn't want to be causing a physical sensation from an item in front of her. She offered them again this week, and also talked about how she might position us differently in the room, or close the curtains if I wanted, or any number of other things we could adjust so I'd feel more comfortable. The whole conversation grossed me out. I don't want her to accommodate me in any way. I don't want her doing anything unusual for me, because it feels like that just highlights how screwed up I am.
She asked about eye contact. I have asperger's and avoid eye contact whenever possible. I can make eye contact, but it feels intrusive because I'm hyper-sensitive to people's body language, and I can't keep in touch with a sense of my self if I'm looking directly at someone else. It seems this was important information to her, but I hate that we had to talk about it at all.
We discussed the window of tolerance concept, and how she can help coach me when I get out of that window of tolerance. I said it really bothers me that she would see me well enough to monitor me that way. I don't really want her to know anything about me, and certainly not anything about what I'm feeling or experiencing.
Like, I get that this is her job, that none of this is bizarre to her, that I'm paying her to monitor me and coach me and give feedback. But it creeps me out that she sees me. In those sessions, I feel so ashamed to be there, and so self-conscious.
From what my regular T says, this woman is very well qualified and highly trained. So I think I just need to push through and make this work. But I don't like starting over with someone new. I don't like working with a woman. I don't like her office. I don't like the way she dresses or the way she sits. I don't like not seeing my regular T. I don't like the idea of EMDR or somatic processing or any of the rest of it.
And I feel like I'm drifting, with not seeing my regular T and not sure I can work with this new T. I feel lost.
I keep telling myself this is the right move. She seems much more comfortable with the deep trauma issues, and seems to have a more fluid approach to working on that stuff. But...this isn't what I chose, you know? I mean, yes, I made the decision to move forward with this. But she's not the kind of person I would have picked out to work with.
And being a woman, I feel like she's not "strong enough" or something. I'm sure she probably is strong enough, whatever that means, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel like I have to protect her from my crap (and yes, I've told her this too). No amount of telling myself differently lets me drop the barriers that are designed to protect women from what's inside me. I don't want to hurt her by saying the wrong thing or showing too much emotion. I don't feel safe with her.
But I didn't really feel safe with my regular T, either. I never felt like he actually liked me. I couldn't talk about the abuse itself because I didn't want to put those images of me in his head. And I feel so deeply ashamed of some of the ways he's seen me behave in sessions with him, how I've shut down, or how I've let pain or stupid fear or whatever show through. I've not been able to really open up with him, either. The shame of it all is unbearable.
I just hate all of this. I hate who I am, and who I've become. I hate being human. I wish I never existed.