I have never talked about my “traumatic” memories in therapy and I have been in therapy for six years!!
Well, this (below) would explain that?
My therapist only does psychodynamic therapy
Something broken and I don’t know how to fix it anymore. I have been talking to her a lot but there’s nothing to be said anymore. I feel resigned and defeated. Not angry. Just tired. Not sure how to get out of this.
So perhaps in order to forgive your therapist… recognising all she HAS helped you with over the years, that has gotten you to a place where you have outgrown the need for her skills… and now need the skills of someone who specializes in trauma therapy?
My favorite teachers from grade school were phenom teachers. I learned a lot from them. But I needed new teachers, and new subjects, as I progressed.
My favorite GPs? Don’t perform my surgeries. When I need the skills of a surgeon, it doesn’t matter how much I like my doc, or what a fantastic GP he is. At least for a time, I need a specialist.
If I tried to get a university education from my faaaaavorite grade school teacher, or refused heart surgery unless my GP did it? Not only would both of us suffer from the attempt, but they’d quickly go from being lights in my memories (joy, strength, inspiration, security, et al), wonderful for all they have done for me, enshrined in my heart and mind … to my shit list.
Forgiveness doesn’t always, or even usually, mean everything goes back to the way it was, forever and always. Which one can know, very well, both intellectually and from experience, but? Outgrowing people is hard. The more important they have been to us? The harder it is.
Forgiveness is far more often a recognition, or understanding.
Forgiving her for not being someone who can go with you from the beginning to the end of where you want to go, and who you want to be, but is “only” one stage in your life? For not being the kind of therapist you need now? Is the kind of recognition and understanding which precipitates change… which is a whole ‘nother hard thing. Graduations aren’t easy. That’s why we ritualize the suckers. And they’re also rarely “the end”, but rather a pause between important steps.
I’m having difficulty concising things up, lately, so hopefully the above isn’t too tangled to make sense.