I've just returned from my session with my therapist. I am utterly exhausted; it was a complete meltdown. I guess it was bound to happen. I was too scared to hear why my 20-year old self is angry with me; she had disappeared behind an impenetrable mist. She did at least sit there in her mist on the sofa with me, and I hope she heard what was said or sobbed, even if she wouldn't speak. Actually, as far as I know all she did the whole session was scream. My therapist was very good (though I'm rather embarrassed that it all brought tears to her eyes, too - though I guess that just shows that she is a real person with reasonable, normal emotions and a kind heart). She got me to stay present most of the time and pointed out various important things to me to counteract the sense of blame I have all round. She suggested that I keep talking to and listening to my 20-year old self, in as far as either of us can manage. She didn't think I was ready (nor do I) to write about the experience as a way of giving voice to my younger self. She feels we must still work on stabilising and ensuring that I am safe in a number of ways before I do that.
Several of you have mentioned containment. I can see that it would be very useful in certain circumstances, and my family are all stashed away. But with this screaming self, it is the last thing that will work. It would be the ultimate betrayal and she has been roundly betrayed. Somehow she feels I have betrayed her again; and I can't bear to hear why just yet. She was strangled and smothered by my rapist, silenced by my parents, silenced by fear, silenced by meds, silenced by my sisters to protect my parents, silenced by my boyfriend/s who could not cope with me as a rape victim; after ten years of being silent, when I finally spoke out, she was told she was wrong, to blame, that she deserved it, that she was bad, that her body was an encitement to men who could not control themselves, so I chose to be silent for another 23 years. So she doesn't need any containment. What she needs is for me to get strong enough to hear her and to give her a voice in as many ways as possible. My therapist tells me not to fear her entering me with force and at speed and rendering me suicidal. She doesn't think I would welcome her at the moment. That is the bit I had lost in it all; that I have a choice, and don't need to be forced by anyone or anything, even my raped self.
Thank you all so much for getting me through to today. I hope some of this helps other people. I know your stories and experiences help me enormously.:hug:s