I'm doing better today. Not great, but better. Pretty depressed, which comes from feeling helpless and like there is nothing I can do to get my needs met.
I feel like I should go back and edit (but can't) and defend my therapist and point out that he didn't mean to call me an hour late, he had a crisis come up. Or that he often goes above and beyond the call of duty to help me. And that's true. It's also true that he booked a recreational activity overlapping with my session, without telling me, even though he knows from much past experience that I would be hugely triggered by something like this. There is no possible way he could have thought it would be all right. We have a strong enough relationship that I think we can work this out... only parts of me are very scared and don't believe it.
I feel ashamed... like I SHOULD be all right with it, that it was such a little thing. But for someone with massive amounts of early trauma and ensuing trust issues, it wasn't a little thing at all. And it's because of that trauma that I am working with him in the first place, so I am not the one who should have had to adapt. God, I wish I could have adapted instead of going through what I went through that day. I'd have been delighted to have been able to say "Oh, okay, no problem, I'll just do something else instead and we'll talk next week." Umm. If I were able to do that, I wouldn't need intensive trauma therapy in the first place.
I've rekindled a friendship with the friend who took me to the hospital, at least I can say that. We spent some time together again today.