Sweetisabelle
New Here
My T and I have been working together for atleast 5 months now. I feel like I’ve really begun to always myself to take small risks and trust someone and allow myself the opportunity to see that by reaching out I won’t alwaya get shushed.
Anyways last week we’ve decided that I can start processing some of the truama stuff. For a while we were being very careful not to go in too far, but due to a change in my life we have decided that it is okay and safe for me to explore and process the abuse.
The thing is, I don’t know where to start. I go blank. I can’t put words together. Last week we just put our toes in the water, but even with that when he asked me about what I wanted to share all I could say was “I don’t know”. He offered to ask questions and that helped a lot to get me going.
The thing is, we barely even touched on things. There are so many shameful horrific memory that I have, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it out. There is so much I want to get off my chest, and share and process. Idk why but I feel like I need to tell someone, I feel like I need someone to sit with me through this pain, while hearing about all these things that make me feel like hell.
But I become speechless, frozen and scared. That makes me feel like things will never get better
Anyways last week we’ve decided that I can start processing some of the truama stuff. For a while we were being very careful not to go in too far, but due to a change in my life we have decided that it is okay and safe for me to explore and process the abuse.
The thing is, I don’t know where to start. I go blank. I can’t put words together. Last week we just put our toes in the water, but even with that when he asked me about what I wanted to share all I could say was “I don’t know”. He offered to ask questions and that helped a lot to get me going.
The thing is, we barely even touched on things. There are so many shameful horrific memory that I have, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it out. There is so much I want to get off my chest, and share and process. Idk why but I feel like I need to tell someone, I feel like I need someone to sit with me through this pain, while hearing about all these things that make me feel like hell.
But I become speechless, frozen and scared. That makes me feel like things will never get better