I've recently been contemplating what it is that's needed in a therapist relationship for me, and above anything else, because I know the self healing process lies within and is in my capable (and so often seemingly incapable) hands, I realise that the therapist's role really is just about holding space for the most vunerable aspects for me to be unmasked.
I've been toying with the ideas of going completely solo when exploring hidden aspects of myself and the inner pain, but because it can be so overwhelming, it's often hard to keep those aspects in context, and to come away from them intact with the loving parental head still on my shoulders.
Having a therapist suggest ways of coping with this when in session can help, but at times a part of me can come up feeling resentful for being told anything, instead what is more often needed, is that sacred space to just be held for me. By this space I mean a sense of trust with another person, where there are no judgements, no expectations, no words, no actions, just someone present to let me be, and to let that part of me unravel herself. It's not so much about the therapist or someone else accepting me, it's just knowing that someone else is witnessing my presence, and not trying to usher me away, silence me, fuss over me, judge me, punish me, or anything else, just be.
I'm so looking forward to this primal painfully yet liberating moment. :)
I've been toying with the ideas of going completely solo when exploring hidden aspects of myself and the inner pain, but because it can be so overwhelming, it's often hard to keep those aspects in context, and to come away from them intact with the loving parental head still on my shoulders.
Having a therapist suggest ways of coping with this when in session can help, but at times a part of me can come up feeling resentful for being told anything, instead what is more often needed, is that sacred space to just be held for me. By this space I mean a sense of trust with another person, where there are no judgements, no expectations, no words, no actions, just someone present to let me be, and to let that part of me unravel herself. It's not so much about the therapist or someone else accepting me, it's just knowing that someone else is witnessing my presence, and not trying to usher me away, silence me, fuss over me, judge me, punish me, or anything else, just be.
I'm so looking forward to this primal painfully yet liberating moment. :)