I remember when my T. was working hard to help me learn that the 'Don't talk....Don't trust...don't feel" messages Adult Children operate by was a learned response that was unhealthy.
I hadn't yet been able to look him in the face....just out of the corner of my eyes a bit.
There's a therapeutic technique of 'emphatic delivery' that he uses to bridge the chasm of avoidance to the other side...the land of healing.
He said, 'You WERE TAUGHT to not talk! You WERE TAUGHT to be unhealthy! It is NOT HEALTHY for you to not talk!'
I replied... 'Nobody cares about this crap! Nobody wants to listen!'
His response...still emphatic..."VERY FEW! But nonetheless...It is NOT HEALTHY for you to keep this inside!'
I....dissociated at that but his words worked on me over the next few weeks. I still had trouble answering his questions with more than a few words. When I got up to leave, he landed a 'I can HELP YOU!' my way and I pretty much ran for the door....but, it was clear he cared and was trying.
...and it worked. I started feeling like he maybe could help me.
I know my dysfunctional family taught me to stay in the land of shame, blame, fear, hate, and distrust...because I was taught to believe that the other side was worse. I never knew what 'worse' meant.
Then...the land I was living in was not safe for my children, for me, for my marriage. I began to look at that chasm of fear, avoidance...and wondered what could possibly be on that other side?
Willingness overcame my isolation.
It helped me call out for help....and, as it turns out, my T. Is really good at shouting (not literally) across to me...
....teaching me how to build a bridge to the other side. Using the skills, talents, and strengths I already have and just didn't know it.
...Using the wreckage of the falsehoods, bad memories, abuse, distorted cognitions by challenging them, breaking them up, and transforming them to usable steps.
....and he's never wavered, clearly working from that land to build a bridge to meet me in the middle.
...and to coax me into taking the next step across.
Sometimes I run back...but I've glimpsed that other land now...and the one I came from? NOT GOOD ENOUGH. The new land of the living has SOME healthy people. Has some nice, supportive people. Some experiences that are fun! That make me feel loved and happy and worthwhile.
...Like going from a barren land full of predators to one where there is safety and help...and a tribe to sit around the fire with.