joeylittle
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I have always believed 100% in my therapist. But something happened that has really shaken me up and I could use some thoughts and advice.
We have been working through my trauma mostly sequentially. We recently got to part of the story that I had sworn to myself I would never disclose. I know that ultimately that's not going to be a realistic way to heal the trauma; so after about four sessions worth of me working through the anxiety about simply telling the event, I managed to say what it was. Another three sessions later and I could write the actual details and send them for him to read.
Every other time I've hit a wall like this and moved through it, I've felt relief. All sorts of other things too, but a huge relief for being able to communicate.
Not this time. This time he and I are not understanding each other; somehow I'm losing trust in him, rapidly, from this thought I have that he can't understand, connect with, empathize with, or guide me through this pain.
I know it's got to be me projecting my own inability to grapple with it, right?
Does it even matter? I can't stop thinking that he does not understand the horror of it, and therefore cannot support me through what will be a very challenging piece of processing. And thinking this turns into the feeling that I'm alone again; he can't help me.
Thoughts, advice, questions, criticism welcome.
We have been working through my trauma mostly sequentially. We recently got to part of the story that I had sworn to myself I would never disclose. I know that ultimately that's not going to be a realistic way to heal the trauma; so after about four sessions worth of me working through the anxiety about simply telling the event, I managed to say what it was. Another three sessions later and I could write the actual details and send them for him to read.
Every other time I've hit a wall like this and moved through it, I've felt relief. All sorts of other things too, but a huge relief for being able to communicate.
Not this time. This time he and I are not understanding each other; somehow I'm losing trust in him, rapidly, from this thought I have that he can't understand, connect with, empathize with, or guide me through this pain.
I know it's got to be me projecting my own inability to grapple with it, right?
Does it even matter? I can't stop thinking that he does not understand the horror of it, and therefore cannot support me through what will be a very challenging piece of processing. And thinking this turns into the feeling that I'm alone again; he can't help me.
Thoughts, advice, questions, criticism welcome.