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Dear all,
I just recently had a horrible emotional flashback...I am calling it this because I think this is what it was...where I completely overreacted to a message from my therapist that sent me into some crazed lunatic emotional basket case...for hours..into the night and into the next morning.
He finally called me and was quite angry. Its a long story but after our conversation I realized...it wasn't about him at all. He was my mother. My fear of abandonment, the intensity and persistance of my response and emotions were way out of proportion to what had happened. I realized...I was pleading and clinging and crying and begging and him not to leave...not to let go of me. It was my mother...and I was that small child clinging to her legs as she walked to the front door with her suitcase. She used to pack her suitcase and leave, sometimes for hours, a couple of times for days, when she was angry with us or had a fight with my father. I lost all ability to act like an adult. I am embarrassed about it now but also, incredibly grateful for this new insight. I mean I feel so free! I feel terribly guilty for dragging my therapist into it...unknowingly of course...it wasn't pretty. But I know that's what it was.
Has anyone had such an experience?
Any thoughts on how to mend my relationship with my therapist...because I feel like this is a sign our time together is really starting to make progress.
I just recently had a horrible emotional flashback...I am calling it this because I think this is what it was...where I completely overreacted to a message from my therapist that sent me into some crazed lunatic emotional basket case...for hours..into the night and into the next morning.
He finally called me and was quite angry. Its a long story but after our conversation I realized...it wasn't about him at all. He was my mother. My fear of abandonment, the intensity and persistance of my response and emotions were way out of proportion to what had happened. I realized...I was pleading and clinging and crying and begging and him not to leave...not to let go of me. It was my mother...and I was that small child clinging to her legs as she walked to the front door with her suitcase. She used to pack her suitcase and leave, sometimes for hours, a couple of times for days, when she was angry with us or had a fight with my father. I lost all ability to act like an adult. I am embarrassed about it now but also, incredibly grateful for this new insight. I mean I feel so free! I feel terribly guilty for dragging my therapist into it...unknowingly of course...it wasn't pretty. But I know that's what it was.
Has anyone had such an experience?
Any thoughts on how to mend my relationship with my therapist...because I feel like this is a sign our time together is really starting to make progress.
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