Arebas
Silver Member
I've just had one of those sessions where you come in thinking you're in the perfect frame of mind to really make something worthy but leave thinking it's time to fire the therapist.
I had prepared a text about how it was my birthday and I hate it cause I have no one to celebrate it with and my family doesn't care about it either. Never has. From complaining that it's a very inconvenient day to forgetting about it completely. The guy I'm sleeping with was in town and he chose to go shopping instead to come say Hi to me.
So I'm three lines in, I start dissociating. I can feel I'm losing it so I stop and tell my T. I take a deep breath and instead of just giving me a minute and letting me start over, she starts asking questions. I had asked her to push me a few sessions ago so I think she was trying to follow my instructions. But she starts asking how it feels to feel unimportant and what do I do and if I was bothered by what the guy did. I wasn't bothered, I just don't matter to him, that's the way things are. Why should I expect him to want to visit me just because it's my birthday? No one else cares. I was having a bad day, I didn't even really want to see him when he told me he was coming to town.
But she goes on and on. And eventually asks "but did you at any time tell him that you wanted him to visit you?" No i didn't. I didn't even want to see him, I just wished he would have wanted to see me. I said "come see me if you want" and he didn't reply so I assumed he didn't want to. "But you could have told him to reply to your text, to give an answer".
By then Guilt is all I can feel cause clearly, that must imply that if feeling like I don't matter hurts, it's my fault cause I don't tell people I want them to want me. I'm clearly doing something wrong there.
I tell her this and she says it's not about guilt and goes on a long rant about how my way of thinking is logical but there are other ways to make people mind me. So... basically she's saying that if people never mind me it's cause I let it happen, or right away provoke it myself.
Guilt keeps escalating. I stop listening. I stop caring. I just want her to finish with all her blah blah blah cause all she wants to do is teach me a way to make my family treat me differently. Which I guess is a good thing, except, my family is f*cked up. And I don't want to make any effort to make them care. I'm always making an effort to make everything work in the family. I'm done with that.
The session goes by. She asks how I'm feeling and I told her that I feel awful. I just wanted a bit of comfort cause it hurts to know no one cares and instead I got a lesson on why it's my responsibility to make people aware of my needs. Not saying that's not useful but I could have used a bit of compassion instead of a scolding. Talking about making people aware of my needs...
She said she didn't mean to scold me but that when I say I am not important, she, as a human being, feels compelled to tell me that is not true. And that it hurts her to see someone with such potential convince herself that she doesn't matter. And then she said "and remember that the times I've just listened and not told you what i think you've sent me an email late at night saying you resent that I didn't tell you anything".
I - the I in her office - never writes those emails. The hurt and broken part of me that's awake and crying at 3 am is who write those. That really hurt. It hurt so bad that I told her that it wasn't fair to use that against me.
So she accomplished exactly the opposite of what she wanted to do cause I left her office feeling like I am a resentful and ungrateful person who blames everyone for the things she never learned to do, is to blame for not fixing them and instead of listening the one person who tries to help, fights with her.
And I'm doubting the whole point of therapy. There's no comfort for me - ever. I can't cry so she just wants me to fix things. All the time. I'm so exhausted.
I had prepared a text about how it was my birthday and I hate it cause I have no one to celebrate it with and my family doesn't care about it either. Never has. From complaining that it's a very inconvenient day to forgetting about it completely. The guy I'm sleeping with was in town and he chose to go shopping instead to come say Hi to me.
So I'm three lines in, I start dissociating. I can feel I'm losing it so I stop and tell my T. I take a deep breath and instead of just giving me a minute and letting me start over, she starts asking questions. I had asked her to push me a few sessions ago so I think she was trying to follow my instructions. But she starts asking how it feels to feel unimportant and what do I do and if I was bothered by what the guy did. I wasn't bothered, I just don't matter to him, that's the way things are. Why should I expect him to want to visit me just because it's my birthday? No one else cares. I was having a bad day, I didn't even really want to see him when he told me he was coming to town.
But she goes on and on. And eventually asks "but did you at any time tell him that you wanted him to visit you?" No i didn't. I didn't even want to see him, I just wished he would have wanted to see me. I said "come see me if you want" and he didn't reply so I assumed he didn't want to. "But you could have told him to reply to your text, to give an answer".
By then Guilt is all I can feel cause clearly, that must imply that if feeling like I don't matter hurts, it's my fault cause I don't tell people I want them to want me. I'm clearly doing something wrong there.
I tell her this and she says it's not about guilt and goes on a long rant about how my way of thinking is logical but there are other ways to make people mind me. So... basically she's saying that if people never mind me it's cause I let it happen, or right away provoke it myself.
Guilt keeps escalating. I stop listening. I stop caring. I just want her to finish with all her blah blah blah cause all she wants to do is teach me a way to make my family treat me differently. Which I guess is a good thing, except, my family is f*cked up. And I don't want to make any effort to make them care. I'm always making an effort to make everything work in the family. I'm done with that.
The session goes by. She asks how I'm feeling and I told her that I feel awful. I just wanted a bit of comfort cause it hurts to know no one cares and instead I got a lesson on why it's my responsibility to make people aware of my needs. Not saying that's not useful but I could have used a bit of compassion instead of a scolding. Talking about making people aware of my needs...
She said she didn't mean to scold me but that when I say I am not important, she, as a human being, feels compelled to tell me that is not true. And that it hurts her to see someone with such potential convince herself that she doesn't matter. And then she said "and remember that the times I've just listened and not told you what i think you've sent me an email late at night saying you resent that I didn't tell you anything".
I - the I in her office - never writes those emails. The hurt and broken part of me that's awake and crying at 3 am is who write those. That really hurt. It hurt so bad that I told her that it wasn't fair to use that against me.
So she accomplished exactly the opposite of what she wanted to do cause I left her office feeling like I am a resentful and ungrateful person who blames everyone for the things she never learned to do, is to blame for not fixing them and instead of listening the one person who tries to help, fights with her.
And I'm doubting the whole point of therapy. There's no comfort for me - ever. I can't cry so she just wants me to fix things. All the time. I'm so exhausted.