Last Monday my T, who I've been seeing for 3 years, mentioned that she was starting a small group for dealing with anxiety issues and that might be something I consider attending-- but that it was still in the planning stages. I was a little surprised by the suggestion because she knows that in the past I have had trouble with being VERY seriously triggered in outside support groups (like Al-Anon etc). She also just had me start DBT group about 2 months ago and at the time made a big deal out of calling the therapist that leads the DBT group to warn her that I have trouble in groups etc. T is always asking me how I am doing with the group setting-- she knows I still have difficulty with it and I am barely handling it. So I was surprised that she would suggest another group for me to attend in addition to that. But then I thought well, my T is leading this small group so she knows she can monitor me. She also knows I have financial limitations and that I am already paying for weekly therapy and for DBT --she is usually sensitive to that kind of thing.
I was again very surprised when I got an email from my T less than 48 hours later. We rarely communicate outside our session so I thought she was canceling/rescheduling our next session. The email said that she decided to start the group the following day and she wanted me to be there! Being the people pleaser that I am I agreed.
The group met and I began to wonder why I was in this group that seemed so different from myself--they don't have PTSD (I have complex PTSD). Their issues seemed to be that they had it all in life and didn't know why they still weren't happy. My T knows my life pretty well and it has been the polar opposite of these other people. My childhood was chock full of every kind of abuse possible, in a masochistic repetition compulsion I married an emotionally/verbally abusive addict and put up with it for 20 years before a three year long horrific divorce that ended just 5 months ago. One of my three children has been critically ill and completely disabled since birth (he is 19 yrs old). He requires an unbelievable amount of care (which I am now alone to provide physically and financially for the rest of his life). I gave up my career to care for him and now I am unsuccessfully trying to get a job after a 20 year absence. In the past 9 months alone, my son has almost died twice, I moved, my father died of Alzheimers, my sister was seriously injured in a car accident (drunk driving) and I got divorced. All typical for my life.
One person in the group seemed to have some OCD type issues with enormous worries about the possibility that bad things could happen to take it all away from her. In hysterical tears she told the group that her worst nightmare was that something would happen to her children--that they wouldn't be healthy anymore. My stomach sunk and I could feel my T's eyes looking at me but I didn't say a word or mention my son. All during the rest of the group my T kept directing questions at me which were an obvious attempt to get me to mention my son's situation. At one point I either had to lie outright -and my T would know it- or tell about my son. I told about my son. After that I couldn't even look anyone in the eye--I felt horrendous.
After it was over I tried to sort out my feelings and they seemed to fall into two categories, one of which I felt immediately in group and one that came to me as a realization the next morning.
1) Immediately I felt like I shouldn't be in the group. I just ruined the group. As if my presence would have a negative impact on this woman, making her irrational fears rational ie it does happen--exacerbating her fears.I don't want to upset her and so I would no longer speak freely in the group nor would they speak freely for fear of offending me. I feel like I already made her feel bad because she said this was her worst nightmare, not realizing my son's situation. Even worse for me is that I feel horrible that I am someone's "worst nightmare". Nightmares are bad and shouldn't exist--which leads me to I shouldn't exist. I am what normal people dread being (the parent of an ill, disabled child). The nasty, sarcastic part of me wants to stand up and say, "Oh don't worry, that horrendously sh*tty life you're terrified of...it's been assigned to me, so you're safe.
It's happened many times before...I mention my child, my life and whole climate of the room changes...like I'm a wet blanket, a lead balloon. Or there's the out pouring of empathy that is even worse...then I get everyone's pity and feel pathetic and humiliated--again I am the poor thing that shouldn't exist. I feel like I ruined the group already... leads me to...I knew I shouldn't have come, this always happens, I should've stayed home and kept to myself and protected my information and I'd be happier and so would they having never met me. I just feel so depressed about it and hurt.
2) My T is HUGE on exposure to fear. Exposure, exposure, exposure is her slogan. Suddenly it occurred to me....Did my T put me in this group just to be an exposure experience for this woman?!! Now that really hurts..If I decide to use my personal tragedy to help others that is one thing, but to unknowingly be used by someone I trusted for this purpose would be outrageous. And to do it under the guise that you were helping me....I'm not okay with that. These people have never experienced what I have and they are terrified of it, how are they supposed to support me?
I do see many cognitive distortions in my thinking process but I also think there is some validity to it. I know you all will say "talk to your T about it" and I suppose I will have to but what I really want is a reality check here...It does change the group dynamics doesn't it? Would others feel like this? Is this really what my T was doing? I really want to quit the group because valid or not, I am still going to feel like the pathetic loser in there. I welcome all input
I was again very surprised when I got an email from my T less than 48 hours later. We rarely communicate outside our session so I thought she was canceling/rescheduling our next session. The email said that she decided to start the group the following day and she wanted me to be there! Being the people pleaser that I am I agreed.
The group met and I began to wonder why I was in this group that seemed so different from myself--they don't have PTSD (I have complex PTSD). Their issues seemed to be that they had it all in life and didn't know why they still weren't happy. My T knows my life pretty well and it has been the polar opposite of these other people. My childhood was chock full of every kind of abuse possible, in a masochistic repetition compulsion I married an emotionally/verbally abusive addict and put up with it for 20 years before a three year long horrific divorce that ended just 5 months ago. One of my three children has been critically ill and completely disabled since birth (he is 19 yrs old). He requires an unbelievable amount of care (which I am now alone to provide physically and financially for the rest of his life). I gave up my career to care for him and now I am unsuccessfully trying to get a job after a 20 year absence. In the past 9 months alone, my son has almost died twice, I moved, my father died of Alzheimers, my sister was seriously injured in a car accident (drunk driving) and I got divorced. All typical for my life.
One person in the group seemed to have some OCD type issues with enormous worries about the possibility that bad things could happen to take it all away from her. In hysterical tears she told the group that her worst nightmare was that something would happen to her children--that they wouldn't be healthy anymore. My stomach sunk and I could feel my T's eyes looking at me but I didn't say a word or mention my son. All during the rest of the group my T kept directing questions at me which were an obvious attempt to get me to mention my son's situation. At one point I either had to lie outright -and my T would know it- or tell about my son. I told about my son. After that I couldn't even look anyone in the eye--I felt horrendous.
After it was over I tried to sort out my feelings and they seemed to fall into two categories, one of which I felt immediately in group and one that came to me as a realization the next morning.
1) Immediately I felt like I shouldn't be in the group. I just ruined the group. As if my presence would have a negative impact on this woman, making her irrational fears rational ie it does happen--exacerbating her fears.I don't want to upset her and so I would no longer speak freely in the group nor would they speak freely for fear of offending me. I feel like I already made her feel bad because she said this was her worst nightmare, not realizing my son's situation. Even worse for me is that I feel horrible that I am someone's "worst nightmare". Nightmares are bad and shouldn't exist--which leads me to I shouldn't exist. I am what normal people dread being (the parent of an ill, disabled child). The nasty, sarcastic part of me wants to stand up and say, "Oh don't worry, that horrendously sh*tty life you're terrified of...it's been assigned to me, so you're safe.
It's happened many times before...I mention my child, my life and whole climate of the room changes...like I'm a wet blanket, a lead balloon. Or there's the out pouring of empathy that is even worse...then I get everyone's pity and feel pathetic and humiliated--again I am the poor thing that shouldn't exist. I feel like I ruined the group already... leads me to...I knew I shouldn't have come, this always happens, I should've stayed home and kept to myself and protected my information and I'd be happier and so would they having never met me. I just feel so depressed about it and hurt.
2) My T is HUGE on exposure to fear. Exposure, exposure, exposure is her slogan. Suddenly it occurred to me....Did my T put me in this group just to be an exposure experience for this woman?!! Now that really hurts..If I decide to use my personal tragedy to help others that is one thing, but to unknowingly be used by someone I trusted for this purpose would be outrageous. And to do it under the guise that you were helping me....I'm not okay with that. These people have never experienced what I have and they are terrified of it, how are they supposed to support me?
I do see many cognitive distortions in my thinking process but I also think there is some validity to it. I know you all will say "talk to your T about it" and I suppose I will have to but what I really want is a reality check here...It does change the group dynamics doesn't it? Would others feel like this? Is this really what my T was doing? I really want to quit the group because valid or not, I am still going to feel like the pathetic loser in there. I welcome all input