Don't ever apologise for the content or its intensity Abstract, not ever, I treasure it all, even though as you say, right now it is hard to take it all in, and at times it does feel too overwhelming and potentially painful. But somehow I know it's a pain I have to face and to push through, here where it's safe to explore and theorise and bounce off people who get it - that is as therapeutic as anything else I think, and in some way mirrors what I do manage to do with my T when I'm articulate and together enough to be able to voice such complex concepts and interactions.
As I mentioned the other day, we actually have a semi routine commitment to talk about the evolution and current state of the relationships in my life, so that I can reflect on and analyse them, sort of as you described with your journalling. It's one of the many things I do treasure about our relationship, the fact that I can have him hold that safe space for me to do that. Sadly, the only relationship I can't talk to him about is the one we share... which is starting to feel like the enormous awkward "thing" on the table between us.
I like your reference to the role of wise mind in all of this, I think that's very, er, wise! Sadly, that extra dimension that is supposed to come when logic and feeling mesh, is the part I struggle with I think, hence the fact that I can do the logic and rationalisation extensively (as is my character trait from way back) and can certainly experience the pain and turbulence of the feelings, but somehow marrying the two together and realising what they equal when combined is the part at which I tumble into fear, and reactivity, and ultimately into withdrawal and isolation.
And thanks for reminding me that the very nature of a therapeutic relationship is different from a "normal" relationship in terms of its power imbalance and ability, or otherwise, to readily escape. It sounds like such a laughable thing to overlook, but as you said, I would likely have avoided L2 like the plague if she and I had met at a dinner party, and the fact that I was compelled, at least to some extent, to form and maintain a relationship with someone I felt uncomfortable with, instantly adds a dimension of unreality and unsafety to the relationship.
I hope in time I can feel at peace with what I did and didn't do. Right now that seems inconceivable, but I know I have to hold onto it as the goal, the place I might hopefully reach if I stop trying so hard to get there and simultaneously not allowing myself to even head in that direction.
Safenow, your accounts of your friendships resonated deeply and sadly with me, particularly the fact that while such friends mean well, do genuinely care and would ultimately do whatever they could in practical terms to help and support, the reality of our past and our present is more than they can or want to handle. I think that the small group of people I obediently refer to as "friends" probably fit into that category too. In some ways I think they try extra hard to do the practical stuff because on some level they know it's all they have to offer. Part of what I find it hard to not deeply resent is the pressure that they place upon me, both overtly and indirectly, to share and confide the deepest darkest elements of my reality to them, even though they have no idea what those elements look like and have proven time and time again that they have neither the ability nor the willingness to actually deal with them.
And yet somehow the only options I am left with are to place myself in emotional danger by trusting them to levels which neither of us can handle, or being the one to sabotage the relationship by resisting and withdrawing from their attempts to bind us closer. Over time, that hopeless push-pull dynamic has fuelled a deep painful resentment in me which now won't go away at all.
And I could never entertain the thought of living with anyone - gosh no.
For some reason, at random moments as I write on this thread and read and process your rsponses, I feel moments of conviction that I will bring this up with T afterall and talk to him honestly about it - once and for all put the crucial missing puzzle piece into all of our rich, and yet somehow deeply lacking, conversations about relationship dynamics. I don't know though... that conviction is only ever fleeting, and I wonder if it would in fact achieve anything afterall. I live in terrible, mortal fear of regretting such a bold move...
Maddog