The first hug was to prove to him (and maybe a little to me) that I wasnt scared.
I am generally a hugger, but sometimes ...I go EEK....
This resonated with me. My therapist didn’t hug me at first (I think!). Then, the day when I disclosed the abuse she did at the end.
And it felt soo good!
But then I got scared about how good it felt, and avoided her hugs at the end and she respected that.
But I kept thinking about that hug.
And I remembered that in my life I hug people less important to me than her. And I knew that my time with T would be finite and I wanted to feel that good hug feeling again.
So I explained all this, and she was happy to oblige. So now we hug every time, at the end.
It has not always been clean and clear for me. Some weeks I have fantasized that i would go into therapy and ask if I could have a hug right off the bat. I have never done it.
Some weeks after she hugs me I immediately feel shame that I don’t deserve it and as soon as I’m alone away from her I shudder or curse at myself. :(
Some weeks I act like I’m just going to hurry out and she says, “Where’s my hug?” And it feels really good.
Some weeks I try to give her a stiff polite hug in order to “protect” myself and “be strong”. Some weeks I feel myself hugging her extra tight.
And on and on and on. It seems different every time. I am grateful for her hugs, but I think they do add a sense of confusion somehow? I mean, the whole therapy process is confusing, so it’s hard to know if the hugs make it more so or if they are just a part of the whole thing which is confusing in general.