desiderata310
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Tuesday's session was hard, really hard on me. I am super sensitive to noise so we meet early morning to avoid other people in the office (as dumb as it sounds it took me a while to realize that was the reason we were meeting at 7:30 in the morning). I had also had a very tough time over the weekend dealing with a realization about my PTSD and dealing with my therapist's anxious insistence that I get a service dog. (I am not opposed to the idea, just dealing with my ideas of what it means) I posted about that this weekend here. Then there's the fact that I am in PHYSICAL therapy and I had a bad session there because the PT was TOUCHING me, which as you can imagine, ended REALLY well.
So, yeah. I was already not in such a good place when we started that morning.
My therapist brings his pet dog to therapy with him because it helps me. That particular morning I was relying pretty heavily on that dog. While we were in session (and doing... okish) someone came in the office. I froze, dissociated, focused on the dog (who also jumped up at the same time I reacted). It turns out that it was another therapist who had an early morning session but that didn't matter. I was pretty much lost for the rest of the session. The therapist's dog was the only reason I was able to stay there. I focused on the dog and when he relaxed, I relaxed.
My therapist was talking.. and this is hard to remember because I was so dissociated and anxious at this point, about all the set backs I've had in therapy this year: we spend a good 6 months on finally getting a restraining order, there was the noise at the old office(which caused me to have flashbacks), the new office, the construction at the new office, the problems with my insurance, my trust issues with my therapist... *Sigh* My therapist said that the last one was unique to my PTSD in a ways that it would not be unique to a combat vet is that while they have many of the same reactions they don't have AS HARD a time trusting their therapist. Since my trauma was at the hands of a supposed loved one, it made it harder to trust him (OH GOD DOES IT EVER. I still don't trust him)
*sigh* I just wonder if I am spinning my wheels. Am I EVER going to make any headway with all this?!
Understandable or not, shouldn't I be ... further along.. or ... I don't know...
I still feel I should be done or further along or .. something.
So, yeah. I was already not in such a good place when we started that morning.
My therapist brings his pet dog to therapy with him because it helps me. That particular morning I was relying pretty heavily on that dog. While we were in session (and doing... okish) someone came in the office. I froze, dissociated, focused on the dog (who also jumped up at the same time I reacted). It turns out that it was another therapist who had an early morning session but that didn't matter. I was pretty much lost for the rest of the session. The therapist's dog was the only reason I was able to stay there. I focused on the dog and when he relaxed, I relaxed.
My therapist was talking.. and this is hard to remember because I was so dissociated and anxious at this point, about all the set backs I've had in therapy this year: we spend a good 6 months on finally getting a restraining order, there was the noise at the old office(which caused me to have flashbacks), the new office, the construction at the new office, the problems with my insurance, my trust issues with my therapist... *Sigh* My therapist said that the last one was unique to my PTSD in a ways that it would not be unique to a combat vet is that while they have many of the same reactions they don't have AS HARD a time trusting their therapist. Since my trauma was at the hands of a supposed loved one, it made it harder to trust him (OH GOD DOES IT EVER. I still don't trust him)
*sigh* I just wonder if I am spinning my wheels. Am I EVER going to make any headway with all this?!
Understandable or not, shouldn't I be ... further along.. or ... I don't know...
I still feel I should be done or further along or .. something.