I think you're right in some ways, recoveringfromptsd. If it were purely a case that my case was one she could no longer handle then what you suggested would be an appropriate course of action. However, suffice it to say I made therapy with her impossible from the start. It was me. I set it up so she was ALWAYS going to do this. I did a lot of reflecting last night... I've done nothing but for the last 8 days but last night there was like fireworks going off in my brain "EUREKA!" moments all over the place. I know what I did and why now, clearly.
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy in essence. I am terrified both of success and failure. What you have to understand about me is due to my strict Christian upbringing (raised by a mother who was Brethren (women wore skirts to church, stayed silent and covered their hair... THAT kind of strict)) and the abuse, I am hard-wired to people please, to be a timid, humble, selfless, giving girl who never says no and has zero boundaries and who puts everyone else first. When I succeed, SOMEONE always gets upset. Even when I got pregnant, both my sister and sister-in-law were upset, they could NOT be happy for me, such was their jealousy and I felt awful for that. I almost wanted to give them the baby just to stop them hating me. I HATE upsetting people because rejection/abandonment quickly follows. I do not like being elevated above others. I will hide my success if I do better than someone else and just cheer them on, constantly. When I fail, I feel awful too. So what do I do? Nothing, that's what. Or I quit before I have gotten anywhere. In the case of therapy, I went into it for someone else, so I was not motivated to do it right. So, like I said, I set myself up for failure. Sabotaged it from the start. My T had no chance. I knew what would happen, I have done it at least 2 other times in therapy. Only rather than just walk away when I realised what I'd done, I did something that would cause HER to end it (confessed all) because then it was on her. "She chose to end it, not me" mentality (even though I caused her to end it).
I ensured from the word go that my relationship with her would never work and I did so in a way that whenever she got too close to the truth, I COULD end it catastrophically and ensure I never had a chance at reconciliation. And I did it very very soon after she suggested Inner Child work. My mind went "NOOOOOOOO, not going there!!! Can't do that!! TOO CLOSE, TOO MUCH, NO I CAN'T" Less than 2 weeks after this... that's when I destroyed it all, pulled the pin on the hand grenade I'd carried into therapy every session with me and threw it at her. She was too close and the safety mechanism I'd carried around to enable me to end it whenever I like was deployed to full effect.
Why did I run so spectacularly from IC work? Because it was explained to me that IC work is all about healing the shame and guilt that is not mine to bear. But it's all I've ever known. I FEAR admitting/acknowledging I am not to blame, I am TERRIFIED of admitting I deserved better because I am so completely afraid of the rejection that will come with admitting I'm OK. Rejection, more abuse... bullying. It was "ha ha look at the fat/ugly/stupid/pathetic waste of space trying to convince herself she's ok.. you're not, get used to it!" it was constant. Believing I was not to blame, not deserving of abuse feels like vanity. Vanity is not a trait I am supposed to have. Vanity is elevating myself above others. Vanity = rejection.
And there's something else... if I didn't deserve it, what would that mean? It could lead to anger, it could make me bitter and twisted. I'd become trapped in a world of hate. If I hate myself, that's OK. I am in control of how I punish myself for that (never giving myself a chance at properly healing in therapy for a start, self-harm, lack of self-care, making myself very ill by not taking my pills etc). If I hate others... if I blame others, not only do I open up the nuclear bomb that can be my angry, hateful, nasty side that I keep locked down or turn inwards, but I potentially lose control. What if instead of punishing myself, I start punishing others? Even those who don't deserve it? If I deserved better but never got it, not only am I now opening up anger, I'm opening up intense... grief? Loss? It is something intensely sad. Something I am very very cut up about. Something that aches.
I am terrified of my emotions. That's clear. I'm terrified of them all, so I shut them down (think this is BPD stuff?) I am either overwhelmed and obsessing about my emotions or I am empty and numb. I pushed my therapist as hard and as roughly away as possible because she was the first one I could see therapy being a success with. She gave me hope. I can't bear that. It's dangerous. I'm sick of having hope then having the rug pulled out from under me.
Of course, all of this was unconsciously done. I only know what I've done and why AFTER the event. I even think the etter I sent to her this week was actually a massive "I'm so sorry, I totally understand where you're coming from and why you did it... PLEASE don't hate me!" because even though she's abandoned and rejected me (again my fault, but that IS what's happened) it would be easier to bear if I felt she didn't dislike me. I was thinking the other day about what it would be like if she suddenly changed her mind and I realise that even though I still like her, I can't trust her anymore. Did I ever trust her? I don't know. I felt like I did. But now it would be almost impossible to get over. I can like her but know she is not the right therapist for me anymore. I can appreciate all she has done without wishing to return to therapy with her. I can remember her kindness without trusting her. I understand it all, I have compassion and empathy for the position I put her in so I can like her but not want to engage with her anymore. I hope she feels the same about me. I hope she understands that I didn't do it as a personal attack on her, I hope she realises that I'm ill, that my behaviour was born of that and so I hope she doesn't hate me. I appreciate she can't trust me anymore but I hope she can find it in her heart to understand and have an ounce of compassion for me. I wish I had the chance to ask her. I hope she understands from that letter that's what I was really asking for... reassurance that despite it all, she doesn't hate me. If she gives me the name of someone she trusts to help me, then I will take that to mean she doesn't hate me. I don't know what I'll do if she either doesn't respond or declines my request, both indicators (in my mind) that she really doesn't like me.
So while you are right in some ways... under different circumstances she could and should have handled it differently but under the circumstances I threw at her, I ensured she had no chance to do that. It was my fault entirely, not hers. She had experience in dealing with BPD clients... perhaps none like me before, she once told me that the manipulative, stigmatised side of BPD was one she did not see in me and hadn't seen it in other BPD clients... so either she was being kind because telling me the truth would hurt me and wreck her chances of working with me OR she genuinely had never encountered a BPD client with such neurotic tendencies as me who could so easily wreck relationships (even professional ones) beyond repair. I hope it was the first, otherwise I may have ruined her experience of lovely Borderlines all behaving nicely and never putting a foot wrong in therapy.
I'm also seeing a great divide amongst how therapists work in the US to how they work in the UK. Some of you seem to have relationships with your Ts that seem to almost straddle the professional/personal divide. I find myself reading some posts and going "that's a bit of a dodgy thing for a therapist to do... boundaries crossed there, surely?!" sometimes. I've been to 14 different therapists and NEVER experienced that. They have ALWAYS been professional, yes they are kind, gentle, compassionate, containing but maybe in the UK professional therapists have tighter boundaries? I'm about to make a national level sweeping statement and I'm very aware of that, but this is my experience... us British do tend to be more reserved with emotion than what the US are (stiff upper lip and all that). So maybe while a US therapist would treat this situation one way, a UK therapist might treat it very differently? Just a thought as to why others here seem to believe she did the wrong thing and I don't think she did. At all.
I'm not getting my back up by the way, it's so nice that people want to join my side, but I remain loyal to her because she was the best therapist I ever had and therefore, I don't really want to hear a bad word said about her. She helped me an awful lot, in just 4 months. For that she will always have my loyalty and respect. Therefore, there are no sides... I'm on hers. I know what I did was wrong. She is in the right. I'm not against her in the slightest.