Been thinking about some of my early sessions. I won't make eye contact with my therapist. Refuse....
I realize I'm replying to an old reply in an old thread, but wandering around the forums has been helpful since I found this site this week. Doesn't matter if anyone reads what I'm writing since it's helpful for me to even write about my feelings in itself.
If my psychologist touched me I would do a cartoonish Cat-flying-up-to-the-ceiling-and-hanging-upside-down-from-claws. It would absolutely unhinge me. I might even throw-up. But he knows me well enough to know not to make any movements that I'm not anticipating. I never make eye contact. I mentioned it early on in our relationship so that he wouldn't constantly seek eye contact. The only exception is when I dissociate (which happens at least once every other session). I can sense him
cocking his head, or adjusting his position in his chair...like he's very subtly attempting to flag me down. Oftentimes that small movement will bring me back but if not, he will just sit quietly with me. If I get stuck for over, say, five minutes, he'll very quietly, very gently, start talking until I return. There have been occasions where I've just looked at him through him for another long period, then float back into the sofa eventually and find I'm shaking my head 'no' but can't say anything. It's incredibly frustrating and weird.
When I'm in a really bad state, such as after a nightmare, and I'm anxious and wordless but can't even dissociate comfortably; I'm trapped in a panicked body, my husband will call my dog onto the bed and put my hand on her back and say "breathe like she does" until I can calm myself. This use to be a near-nightly occurrence but hasn't happened at all in the last year.
I once tried to see a therapist who was into some kind of body-work. Can't recall what this technique was. But apparently it involved physical contact. How I signed up for this unwittingly I'm not sure - just an example of how desperate but situationally unaware I was at the time - anyway, the first session he walked over and sat next to me and said "It's not your fault" and I burst into tears, cried for twenty minutes, got up and left the room and never went back. I still think of that moment.