I think I've had an epiphany this afternoon so I wanted to write it down so I can remember it. I was reading through Reddit, which is generally dangerous for me because there are so many stories about bad/unprofessional therapists and I'm not exactly rock solid with my own therapy (despite having what seems like an excellent therapist). One of the posts was about asking your therapist how they were doing. Seems like an innocent enough question but most avoid it. I realized my T never asks me how I'm doing but instead always asks what I'd like to talk about. It avoids that whole reciprocation thing that we've almost all had ingrained in us since we were young. I remember once when we were wrapping up a session that he was looking to schedule me for my next appointment. I had already scheduled myself and made a comment to him that I had noticed he had no appointments for one of the weeks. I asked him if he was going on vacation. He shifted a bit and said yes. I smiled and said that that was a good thing and I hoped he'd rest and enjoy his time off. He relaxed and smiled back then, probably because I didn't take the line of questioning further.
I know absolutely nothing beyond the unavoidable (approximate age, gender, appearance, some personality aspects, etc) about this man but he knows an awful lot about me at this point. He doesn't know some of the things that he should know and that I should be telling him. I go to my sessions remaining completely rational and very compliant. Despite all of the nonsense going on in my head, I still go to therapy and "behave". I may not be a perfect patient but I at least act like a good one most of the time. I have some massive control issues while in therapy. And after reading the Reddit post responses from people about how great it is to have a one sided relationship, I realized that I have never been on this end of that. As a teacher, I take care of and attend to the needs of others. I certainly don't expect students to take care of me in any way. I had a student break down the other day out of anxiety and stress and tell me he doesn't want to bother me with his problems. I insisted that he bother me and he can bother me all day long- it's why I'm here. And I get that therapists are probably the same and understand that their clients are even more needy at times than my students are (differences in the nature of the job).
When I think back to my childhood, neither of my parents were really able to deal with their own shit. My mother was my primary guardian and expected me to do a lot of things for her, for my brother, and for the household. I don't think that there's anything wrong with kids having chores but I was literally the person in that household that did 90% of the cleaning. She did cook dinner most nights but it was always prepackaged stuff that you just pull out of the freezer and put into the oven. She never cooked homemade meals. I did all of the dishes, took out the trash, cleaning the bathrooms, vacuumed, laundry, etc. My role as maid in that household was so defined that even attending skiing events (which I was huge into) in the evenings was a battle because I wouldn't be home to do my chores if I went. So, on a school night, when I'd get home at 11 pm, the dishes would be waiting for me. I'd have to spend the time doing the dishes instead of getting my shower and going to bed. She always argued that as an adult, I'd have to do those dishes if I was out for the evening so it was good practice. As a grown adult, I now realize that not only would there not be dishes if I wasn't home but that they could wait for the next day as they are not as important as sleep if it's a work night. If it was a day I was supposed to clean my bathroom (shared with brother), I would also have to clean that before going to bed as well. My mother would go out of her way to inspect the bathroom the next morning to ensure I had in fact done it. Sometimes I wouldn't even get to bed until 1 am or later over things that could wait because apparently no one else in that household could be bothered. My brother never had any chores as a child whatsoever because eventually he'd have a wife to clean up after him.
My dad was better but still had his reliance issues too. My dad was a severe hoarder. He could have easily been on the TV show Hoarders. After my mom ripped his kids away from him, he fell fully apart and started hoarding. He was also reliant on me and my brother for emotional support while he dealt with his shit. He was far better at supporting us with our needs than our mother was but he also needed us to make him happy. There was a lot of sadness in him. He struggled a lot with mom getting remarried both times. He never stopped loving her or wanting to reconcile. His character flaws definitely played a role in the divorce- he wasn't an innocent victim in all of it. But losing his wife and kids deeply impacted him and he just couldn't be the rock I stood on as a child.
So how do I go from being a person with self-commitment issues and control issues who doesn't know how to be taken care of to a person who can go to therapy, be truly open about what's going on, and allow someone else to worry about me without me giving them any benefit whatsoever? It's not even that I don't understand how someone could want to be on his side of the relationship as I am on that side as a teacher. But I don't know how to be in that position. If I knew more about my T, I guarantee that I would ask him more questions, not only as a way of deflecting but also because that's the role I know how to play. I also know that when he says those positive supportive things that it's all an act and part of the unconditional warm regard thing. None of it is real. I don't trust him that he cares, despite his actions indicating that he does, because I don't know what that really feels like. I have never been enough for anyone to care about without giving them things in return. When I first got married, I was constantly in belief that if my husband ever got a better job, he'd leave me because he wouldn't need my salary anymore to live on his own (when we met, he lived with friends for a very cheap rent). I didn't believe I deserved him in my life and had to earn it. I've gotten better with this and am much more secure with that relationship over time but I still bring value to the relationship. What do I bring to therapy? I don't benefit my therapist in any way. And this is where the real fear comes from, having to be in a relationship where someone cares for me without me having to earn it or reciprocate. This is the role I need to learn how to play but I haven't got a clue on how to do it- it's so alien to me.