RoadtoHappy
Bronze Member
I don’t know where to start. The past 3 weeks in therapy have been very difficult. But something has changed. My T opened up to me about her experience with OCD in the past and it changed everything. I had put her on a pedal stool. In my eyes although as she says I am human, she was amazing. Very caring, kind, gentle, very beautiful, full of empathy and understanding and what I imagined to be an incredible mother and wife. When she disclosed this after a year of therapy it changes how I saw myself, how I saw myself overcoming my PTSD and ocd. it opened a doorway to more trust than I could imagine. Two weeks ago I had a panic attack In her office. I asked her to hold my hand for the first time ever. She did. This week I let myself go even more into my emotions and she asked could she hold my hand and touch me, I said yes and while In a state of panic she hugged me. Yesterday, I tried avoid feeling that fear panic and pain, instead as usual I vomited. My body seems to reject me experiencing that level of emotion. I projectile puked (apologies TMI) in the toilet and didn’t have time to lock the door. After a few moments she came into the bathroom, she kindly pulled me up and we went back to the room. I started to freak out, hyperventilating shaking and feeling back in the worst moments of my trauma. My mind knew where I was but my body and the feelings and emotions were back there and I could t escape. She held both my hands the whole way through, continuously reassured me I am
Safe. I am
Not there. I am safe and I am loved. She hugged me. She held my pain and she sat with me through it all. I spent the whole next day on the verge of tears. But I have felt little fear. I felt the tears for how lucky I am after two other t’s I didn’t connect with, to be so blessed with such an amazing T. I would never cross boundaries. Boundaries are very important for both of us. But she has showed me the other side of humanity. She has shown me her incredible kindness and love. I know I am her job, I am not stupid and fully aware she cares because it’s her job to do so and that’s why she is a therapist but that’s why she is such a great therapist. I know how lucky I am
To have her as my T. I feel so validated. I felt very soothed and comforted in a moment of incredible pain shame and hurt. She gave to me what I now believe to be why I developed my PTSD. The night I was brutally raped and assaluted, I was alone, I told no one not a soul. At 14 I held that dirty secret so tight. I did not speak
Of it for over 5 years. I pushed it so far down in my soul that eventually it exploded. I Lead a life of drugs and disassociation because I couldn’t cope with any of it but in the Past year I have told my family, I reported it to the police, I now tell people I go to therapy, I am
Getting better at telling them why. She has given me so much of myself back and I cannot thank her enough. I know how lucky I am with all the amazing blessings I have in my life and I really do appreciate them
All. Everyday I am thankful. I know the road is not walked. I know there are still many many obstacles in front of me but I just have to note my progress and my blessings. And I have to say thank you to my T. To all the great T’s, that really make such a difference every day in people’s lives. I have a T that was not afraid to hug me or hold me when it was so badly needed. She made me feel normal. Sad and scared but normal and not disgusting and shameful. I am
Emotional
All day because I feel
So validated in my pain.
Can anyone else relate???
Safe. I am
Not there. I am safe and I am loved. She hugged me. She held my pain and she sat with me through it all. I spent the whole next day on the verge of tears. But I have felt little fear. I felt the tears for how lucky I am after two other t’s I didn’t connect with, to be so blessed with such an amazing T. I would never cross boundaries. Boundaries are very important for both of us. But she has showed me the other side of humanity. She has shown me her incredible kindness and love. I know I am her job, I am not stupid and fully aware she cares because it’s her job to do so and that’s why she is a therapist but that’s why she is such a great therapist. I know how lucky I am
To have her as my T. I feel so validated. I felt very soothed and comforted in a moment of incredible pain shame and hurt. She gave to me what I now believe to be why I developed my PTSD. The night I was brutally raped and assaluted, I was alone, I told no one not a soul. At 14 I held that dirty secret so tight. I did not speak
Of it for over 5 years. I pushed it so far down in my soul that eventually it exploded. I Lead a life of drugs and disassociation because I couldn’t cope with any of it but in the Past year I have told my family, I reported it to the police, I now tell people I go to therapy, I am
Getting better at telling them why. She has given me so much of myself back and I cannot thank her enough. I know how lucky I am with all the amazing blessings I have in my life and I really do appreciate them
All. Everyday I am thankful. I know the road is not walked. I know there are still many many obstacles in front of me but I just have to note my progress and my blessings. And I have to say thank you to my T. To all the great T’s, that really make such a difference every day in people’s lives. I have a T that was not afraid to hug me or hold me when it was so badly needed. She made me feel normal. Sad and scared but normal and not disgusting and shameful. I am
Emotional
All day because I feel
So validated in my pain.
Can anyone else relate???