desiderata310
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Oh boy. It's been a rough couple of weeks... months...whatever.
I had gotten to a place at my therapist's old office where I was just BEYOND triggered at the thought of going in to therapy. With all the noise in the surrounding offices and the LOUD clomping from upstairs, the numerous triggering and stressors I was about ready to quit therapy altogether. My therapist got a new office and two weeks ago he moved into it. GREAT! YAY... except that it was actually MORE disruptive. My first time there, construction crews were right outside running saws and hammering, not to mention the jackhammer on the street. My therapist called it and we cut my first appointment there short- 50 minutes short. This was followed by a week of chaos because of work and my anxiety rising to a really terrible place and my session moving and shifting because of the noise from construction.
Friday when I went in for my second session, my therapist said that they would be next door but not making any noise. He was MOSTLY correct. Someone was running a shop vac and doing some hammering. It was too much. I couldn't concentrate on much of anything while I was there. Towards the end of the session, they turned on the shop vac again and I lost it. I broke down and began weeping uncontrollably. He kept asking me if it was associated with a memory. I don't think so! I think it was just that my nerves had taken more than I could handle. It took me a while to come back down from that so that I could leave.
I've also been without medication for a while. Mostly I hate what he has me taking (not that I like any of the other options either) and I had run out of medication.
Friday was pretty terrible. I felt... reckless, out of control and very suicidal. So much so that I scared myself and wound up leaving work early. I finally got my medication on Saturday but not before I wound up cutting and just in a really bad place.
On Friday, while I was trying to get to a place where I could focus again, I asked him:
"ok.. so what now?"
"well, we re-establish stability here in therapy."
Oh..
Yeah. There's a great deal to be done there. My therapist has become the abuser in my nightmares. A lot of that is because of an issue with my insurance and the fact that he had been seeing me as a patient for a couple of months and only charging me the co-pay. ($15) He still insists on doing this. I associate really terrible things with someone doing me a nice turn. I know on a strictly intellectual level that it is perfectly safe and he is really being kind to me but I can't accept that and I am really scared at the thought of going in for therapy right now.
He said that he gets it. That there's been a huge upheaval with work, my daughter, the issue with insurance, issues with my mother and moving the office. It's a great deal to take in. I can't seem to accept that however. Why can't I just deal with this? Oh yeah... the whole PTSD thing...
And part of me gets it, especially after I managed to get my meds back in my system and could calm down and think that, yeah, ok. I totally get why I have been acting out and freaking out. Another part of me is simply angry that I can't just push through. Why do I feel WEAKER with therapy than I did without?
I had gotten to a place at my therapist's old office where I was just BEYOND triggered at the thought of going in to therapy. With all the noise in the surrounding offices and the LOUD clomping from upstairs, the numerous triggering and stressors I was about ready to quit therapy altogether. My therapist got a new office and two weeks ago he moved into it. GREAT! YAY... except that it was actually MORE disruptive. My first time there, construction crews were right outside running saws and hammering, not to mention the jackhammer on the street. My therapist called it and we cut my first appointment there short- 50 minutes short. This was followed by a week of chaos because of work and my anxiety rising to a really terrible place and my session moving and shifting because of the noise from construction.
Friday when I went in for my second session, my therapist said that they would be next door but not making any noise. He was MOSTLY correct. Someone was running a shop vac and doing some hammering. It was too much. I couldn't concentrate on much of anything while I was there. Towards the end of the session, they turned on the shop vac again and I lost it. I broke down and began weeping uncontrollably. He kept asking me if it was associated with a memory. I don't think so! I think it was just that my nerves had taken more than I could handle. It took me a while to come back down from that so that I could leave.
I've also been without medication for a while. Mostly I hate what he has me taking (not that I like any of the other options either) and I had run out of medication.
Friday was pretty terrible. I felt... reckless, out of control and very suicidal. So much so that I scared myself and wound up leaving work early. I finally got my medication on Saturday but not before I wound up cutting and just in a really bad place.
On Friday, while I was trying to get to a place where I could focus again, I asked him:
"ok.. so what now?"
"well, we re-establish stability here in therapy."
Oh..
Yeah. There's a great deal to be done there. My therapist has become the abuser in my nightmares. A lot of that is because of an issue with my insurance and the fact that he had been seeing me as a patient for a couple of months and only charging me the co-pay. ($15) He still insists on doing this. I associate really terrible things with someone doing me a nice turn. I know on a strictly intellectual level that it is perfectly safe and he is really being kind to me but I can't accept that and I am really scared at the thought of going in for therapy right now.
He said that he gets it. That there's been a huge upheaval with work, my daughter, the issue with insurance, issues with my mother and moving the office. It's a great deal to take in. I can't seem to accept that however. Why can't I just deal with this? Oh yeah... the whole PTSD thing...
And part of me gets it, especially after I managed to get my meds back in my system and could calm down and think that, yeah, ok. I totally get why I have been acting out and freaking out. Another part of me is simply angry that I can't just push through. Why do I feel WEAKER with therapy than I did without?