Lamename01234
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I lied to my therapist. A bold faced lie, one that got me out of processing an issue with her.
She believed it and moved on.
But then it ate at me. And ate at me and ate at me. My self-worth went down the drain. I looked for other therapists. I couldn't move forward and stalled for a few sessions. Until a month later (this past Friday) I decided I would walk in and tell her I lied to her about the situation.
I had typed out my apology, tucked it in my pocket, with my money for the session, and made her a little gift basket from my garden.
I knew ahead of time I would not be able to look at her. I knew I was going to ask her to turn around while I read.
I tell white lies way more then what I am comfortable with.
Many years ago I told a big one. And again it ate at me and ate at me. Until, like recently, I just decided I was going to come clean. I am not talking an affair. I said someone died (traumatically) to get someones sympathy which lead to us getting into a relationship.
I picked a night. I packed my bags because I had a feeling she would ask me to leave. Bought her a gift and that night said: "I have something to tell you...." and I told her everything. And she did as I expected and asked me to leave.
It hurt. Nothing was really processed. A few weeks later she said she forgave me but asked me to move out, so I did. I moved out and banished myself to another town 3 hours away for a few years.
I learned my lesson and never told a big lie like that again. Small ones yes.
I understand we all lie. White lies, little lies....but when I consciously think of a realistic story and deliver it is very different.
So Friday I went into her office. Gave her the gift. She could tell I had something on my mind. I danced around it for a minute. Then told her I have something to say but it is hard.
She asked if it was something from the past or current? I said: "current." Then I asked if we could not face each other and she complied turning her chair so her back was to me and we both looked out the same window.
I read my apology. Then there was a really long pause of silence. Then a few questions and she commented that must of been hard to read.
I think it really caught her off guard by the amount of long pauses of silence. I talked about the history of the big lie. I talked about lies my family told me. She asked a few times to turn her chair around and I panicked I said: "no." The time went by very fast. Soon it was time to end and she asked again to turn her chair around and again I said: "no." She said: "you want to end the session this way" and I said: "yes."
She asked about next week and our standing appt. and I said I will be in touch because I have been called to jury duty (truth).
Part of me never wants to go back. Part of me want to go back and have every session with her back turned. It was easier to talk, not working about eye contact or having her stare at me when I cry. I could tell she didn't like it.
I want to heal this behavior and told her that.
I like my therapist (a lot) and I have always felt warmth and empathy from her.
I just don't have the courage to go back.
I afraid she will not believe when I talk about abuse. Or her warm energy will be different.
I thought coming clean I would feel better. Like a weight would be lifted and we could move forward but for some reason I feel worse.
I don't want to process anymore this situation. Which we didn't process because I shut it down with the lie.
I just wanted to write this out because I feel so bad.
She believed it and moved on.
But then it ate at me. And ate at me and ate at me. My self-worth went down the drain. I looked for other therapists. I couldn't move forward and stalled for a few sessions. Until a month later (this past Friday) I decided I would walk in and tell her I lied to her about the situation.
I had typed out my apology, tucked it in my pocket, with my money for the session, and made her a little gift basket from my garden.
I knew ahead of time I would not be able to look at her. I knew I was going to ask her to turn around while I read.
I tell white lies way more then what I am comfortable with.
Many years ago I told a big one. And again it ate at me and ate at me. Until, like recently, I just decided I was going to come clean. I am not talking an affair. I said someone died (traumatically) to get someones sympathy which lead to us getting into a relationship.
I picked a night. I packed my bags because I had a feeling she would ask me to leave. Bought her a gift and that night said: "I have something to tell you...." and I told her everything. And she did as I expected and asked me to leave.
It hurt. Nothing was really processed. A few weeks later she said she forgave me but asked me to move out, so I did. I moved out and banished myself to another town 3 hours away for a few years.
I learned my lesson and never told a big lie like that again. Small ones yes.
I understand we all lie. White lies, little lies....but when I consciously think of a realistic story and deliver it is very different.
So Friday I went into her office. Gave her the gift. She could tell I had something on my mind. I danced around it for a minute. Then told her I have something to say but it is hard.
She asked if it was something from the past or current? I said: "current." Then I asked if we could not face each other and she complied turning her chair so her back was to me and we both looked out the same window.
I read my apology. Then there was a really long pause of silence. Then a few questions and she commented that must of been hard to read.
I think it really caught her off guard by the amount of long pauses of silence. I talked about the history of the big lie. I talked about lies my family told me. She asked a few times to turn her chair around and I panicked I said: "no." The time went by very fast. Soon it was time to end and she asked again to turn her chair around and again I said: "no." She said: "you want to end the session this way" and I said: "yes."
She asked about next week and our standing appt. and I said I will be in touch because I have been called to jury duty (truth).
Part of me never wants to go back. Part of me want to go back and have every session with her back turned. It was easier to talk, not working about eye contact or having her stare at me when I cry. I could tell she didn't like it.
I want to heal this behavior and told her that.
I like my therapist (a lot) and I have always felt warmth and empathy from her.
I just don't have the courage to go back.
I afraid she will not believe when I talk about abuse. Or her warm energy will be different.
I thought coming clean I would feel better. Like a weight would be lifted and we could move forward but for some reason I feel worse.
I don't want to process anymore this situation. Which we didn't process because I shut it down with the lie.
I just wanted to write this out because I feel so bad.