Midnightmoon
Diamond Member
Its an anniversary of my Ex T leaving/ terminating (abandoning seems more appropriate but I'm trying to be grown up about it...) and the attachment pain is on in full force. I went from seeing them twice a week with phone support to nothing in the blink of an eye. One of my main fears, that we used to talk about often, was opening the can of worms and then being left to deal with it on my own. There was so much reassurance that that wouldn't happen (unless beyond her control of emergency ill health etc), she was in it for the long haul. I'd never had therapy before, I knew nothing of what I was letting myself in for. It was warm and caring and god it hurt my brain. Experiencing that care that I didn't know existed.
The whole time a voice inside told me it was too good to be true, it can't be real, surely no one can care about us like that, not really. Week by week that voice got quieter until I nearly forgot it was there at all...
Until it was right. I'm told I've gone too wrong, were ending work immediately. No plan, no closure. Just left on my own. That was that. I sat stunned. I had made a mistake, but nothing awful, nothing that put me or ex T at risk. I thought we'd have to talk about it, I really, really didn't think I'd be told she was done with me.
There is a sentence that keeps playing in my head that I wish would shift. I looked at her (rare, my eye contact was poor to non existent) and almost whispered 'I'm not worth repairing with', and she looked back and just said, so matter of factly, no.
Ex T still practices, still specialising in CPTSD. I still have this persistent attachment pang for her, for what was. Then the shame of being too damn messed up for a specialist T is really really biting my backside.
I have a new T, were only a handful of sessions in, and I've told them I don't want to continue. I don't know if that's self sabotage or self protection. I didn't listen to that little voice before and I ended up getting really, really hurt. Isolating isn't ideal, but neither is therapy that harms. Unsure why I'm moaning on, today just hurts, feeling more broken than normal
The whole time a voice inside told me it was too good to be true, it can't be real, surely no one can care about us like that, not really. Week by week that voice got quieter until I nearly forgot it was there at all...
Until it was right. I'm told I've gone too wrong, were ending work immediately. No plan, no closure. Just left on my own. That was that. I sat stunned. I had made a mistake, but nothing awful, nothing that put me or ex T at risk. I thought we'd have to talk about it, I really, really didn't think I'd be told she was done with me.
There is a sentence that keeps playing in my head that I wish would shift. I looked at her (rare, my eye contact was poor to non existent) and almost whispered 'I'm not worth repairing with', and she looked back and just said, so matter of factly, no.
Ex T still practices, still specialising in CPTSD. I still have this persistent attachment pang for her, for what was. Then the shame of being too damn messed up for a specialist T is really really biting my backside.
I have a new T, were only a handful of sessions in, and I've told them I don't want to continue. I don't know if that's self sabotage or self protection. I didn't listen to that little voice before and I ended up getting really, really hurt. Isolating isn't ideal, but neither is therapy that harms. Unsure why I'm moaning on, today just hurts, feeling more broken than normal