Skype Session #2


I wonder if I am just really rubbish at managing my time or if life is just taking the piss out of me right now? Finding time in my week to write is proving really difficult and so I’m not doing very well with keeping up to date with my blog at the moment. I know it’s not exactly a priority task, it can wait (of course it can), but actually this page has proven a very useful outlet and so I resent not being able to write. I have loads I want to say – but who knows when I will actually get round to writing it all down?

More often than not, I don’t even get to the ‘sitting down to write’ stage. This week has just been unrelenting. The level of stress and anxiety I have been under has been hideous and whilst I have longed for an hour to myself to be able to sit, splurge, and get it all out (the therapy stuff), the opportunity hasn’t presented itself until now.  Having said that, I am glad that I spent a bit of time writing to my teen midweek as things were/are pretty dire inside.

Frankly, it’ll be some kind of miracle if this post gets finished before I leave for my session tomorrow. I am so tired and overwrought that my brain just won’t work quite as it usually does.

Tomorrow is Monday and whilst I don’t necessarily want to write a blog post about every session I have – frankly that’d be dull as shit most of the time:

It started off fine; something happened and I got upset; my body reacted –numb/shaking; I dissociated; I couldn’t talk; child/teen felt distressed, critic dropped by; managed to talk a bit in last ten minutes; did/did not feel connected at end of session! Went home and brooded all week…attachment pain hell.

(Honestly, I really don’t need to any write new posts after that, do I? I can just keep posting that paragraph over and over! Time problems and blog writing issue solved – yay!)

Seriously though, I do want to keep myself in some kind of sensible chronology with these posts. i.e if there’s a session I want to talk about then I did ought to try and write about it before the next session comes along and shunts it into the half-remembered place in my brain where everything gets even more scrambled.

Right so, onwards to the ‘post’ – 400 words in and I’ve not said a thing yet. Is this procrastination or just an over-tired semi-manic state? Both probably.

This time last week I was stuck here writing about what to do about my session, knowing I couldn’t make it in person because my kids had been sick. In fact I was still stuck at 8:30am on Monday morning – the last moment I had to cancel or ask for a Skype session. The internal conflict was still going strong but in the end I did ask to do a session by Skype because I felt that I’d probably have a meltdown midweek if I passed up the opportunity to talk….turns out I had a spectacular meltdown even with the session, though. Ugh!

Once I decided that Skype was what I wanted to do I ….prepared for my session by thinking about what I wanted to say cleaned the house! (I’m not sure strike through always shows up on the WordPress reader so for those of you who are on it I DID NOT SPEND TIME thinking about my session until two minutes before I dialled in but blitzed my house instead!)

So yeah, by 10:28am the house was lovely and tidy: I’d hoovered, steam mopped the floors, cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms, dusted, cleaned mirrors, watered the plants, etc. I know. That’s fucking mental isn’t it?! Like seriously, the camera on the laptop probably gives a square metre of visibility and the place that I sat on the sofa in my dining room had received no special attention at all- but for some reason it seemed completely sensible to run round the house like a headless chicken/possessed domestic goddess/Cinderella creature and clean, clean, clean!

I don’t know if it was avoidance or what. I left myself just enough time to get showered and dressed before plonking myself on the couch and scribbling some very last minute prompts on some post it notes…something I had been meaning to all week (the notes, not the shower!)

Things have been a bit (a lot) difficult since coming back after the Christmas therapy break. The rupture that happened over the exchange of a couple of texts which led to me feel even more abandoned and rejected than usual hasn’t been repaired yet. We’ve made inroads into discussing what happened and, had I have had a face-to-face session last Monday, I knew there were things I absolutely needed to bring up and work though – even though it would be excruciating.

Sitting staring at the screen I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to bring those things up via Skype. Part of me thought that knowing that I tend to remain in a more adult headspace via Skype might allow me to speak more freely and tackle the difficult stuff because it would be unlikely that I’d switch into a young trauma part. On the other hand, not being in the room with my therapist might make it feel even more difficult to bring up some of the stuff that was hurting me still because the sense of connection would feel more stretched.

With a couple of minutes remaining before the session I wrote some questions/prompts (I’ve since tidied them up as the initial ones were barely legible and non-sensical) and stuck them round the edge of my laptop screen:

  • Last week I started crying when you moved and sat closer to me to do the migraine exercise. Can we talk about what happened and think about our proximity to one another?
  • You said in the first session back that you felt that my texts at Christmas were me trying to script you to say something, and that you wouldn’t do that because it wouldn’t have helped if you’d have said exactly what I’d have wanted – why then have you asked me so many times about what I might want you to write on the pebbles?
  • In September it was you that suggested writing me a note for on breaks. It/the pebbles haven’t happened and the break was dire. Can we work on this please?
  • You said something about not colluding with the child part that wants to be held because we can’t recreate what that part needs and the time has passed for that. I understand that but it felt like you were saying that working with the child parts explicitly is a no go – is this what you were saying?
  • When I dissociate I often end up stuck in a very young child part and it is really traumatised. When you sit and wait for me to say something I can’t, the adult part is offline, but your stillness makes it feel like the still face exercise* and it is agony. How can we work round this?

Anyway, I was all prepped and ready to go… and those post-it notes did not get a look in! Sigh! It’s almost comical isn’t it?!

Actually, the session was good despite my not bring up ANY of that stuff. To be honest just talking about how ill my kids and I had been; how exhausted and drained I have felt; how worried I am about my wife’s skin cancer; and a bunch of other things about my mum was what I needed. I just needed someone to listen to me about my life in the here and now – the hard stuff that is going on for me the adult and how some of it is triggering stuff for the young parts.

My therapist asked how I felt about Skype. I said that it felt different and like the session was really bad timing given where we were at right now, and that I felt like all the stuff that was bothering me was on hold. She acknowledged that it felt different, that there had been a lot that had come up recently in the therapy, how difficult breaks are, and that she hoped we could come back to that material and work through it together when I am ready.

So yeah, it wasn’t like we completely ignored the ‘therapeutic relationship’ stuff. We just didn’t dive right in. My therapist said she thought that given everything that was going on in my life right now it might be a good thing to have the lighter sort of session. I agree.

I spoke a lot about my mum – which actually doesn’t happen all that often. She’d gone off on holiday and hadn’t told me when she was going or where she was going. This is unusual. I usually get some kind of text as they are in the airport departure lounge and so it stuck me a couple of weeks ago that perhaps she was gone but hadn’t contacted me to let me know. This triggered all sorts of panic in me. No joke.

Firstly, I like to know when she is gone/due back and a brief itinerary of her whereabouts, travel insurance details because my dad died abroad whilst on holiday and it fell to me to liaise with the travel insurance company to get his body moved from a remote Thai island to Bangkok, to arrange his cremation, and then for his ashes and belongings to be flown home to the UK. I literally have panic attacks thinking about that month in 2008 and whilst I doubt very much my mum is going to die abroad, I’d at least like to know where she was if that did happen.

Anyway, then I started to get into an anxious spiral. Why did she leave without telling me? Had something happened and she’s in a mood with me? Cue all the young parts in terror. ‘What could I have done to annoy her? Why is she mad? Why is she withholding? What if she’s stumbled across this blog?’ And other totally irrational thoughts. The parallels between this and how things have been in therapy with my therapist are not lost on me!

I sent a couple of emails to my mum but knew she wouldn’t have her phone set up where she was going. Eventually on Wednesday she text me and then we spoke on the phone. NOTHING WRONG AT ALL. She’d had a great holiday and had been back a few days…

Panic over.

The thing is, she has no idea that a change in the pattern of our communications basically sent me over the edge into full blown anxiety. Whilst I clearly am not massively close to my mum our relationship has come on a very long way since my teens. I am processing a lot in therapy. I am both angry and disappointed that what I had growing up was lacking and has, in part, caused me such relational difficulties.

I wish I felt loved by mum, or the little girl part longs for that still – hence the mess in therapy with my therapist. That part so desperately wants to feel loved and is attached to my therapist now. My adult understands that my mum did her best, it just wasn’t quite enough. I understand that how she demonstrates care and love is not through the more regular channels of affirmations and holding.

The thought of what we have built up now being eroded because of her finding this blog was horrendous. I don’t want to hurt her. It’s not like anything I write isn’t true. It’s just that the adult part of me is learning to settle for what I do have now, and I appreciate the relationship that I have with her as her adult child. This blog, and my therapy, are about processing the pain of my childhood. So it’s tricky. I couldn’t bear to lose what I have now even though it is not quite enough for the young parts.

Anyway, I’ve gone off on tangent there. What a surprise! Ha.

So, yeah, the therapy session via Skype was good. It felt connecting. I think, in part, this is also down to the sense of proximity. That might sounds bonkers given that we were clearly 30 miles apart and communicating through a screen. But what is different in Skype is how much closer to me my therapist feels – i.e her face is closer to the screen and so she appears closer to me than when she is in her chair.

This is what I had sort of discovered with her moving closer to me in the previous session and why I really want to work on getting the chairs right now. It seems like such a small thing, but I think it could make a huge difference. I just need to pluck up the courage to talk about it ‘please sit closer to me!’ Knowing me I’ll just hand over the post-its and go from there! Lol.

Just before the end of the session I took my laptop into my living room and showed my therapist my, now, nearly six year old daughter and they had a little chat together. It was lovely. The last time my therapist saw my daughter she was 15 months old. She used to come to my therapy sessions as I started psychotherapy on the NHS when she was a month old and I was breastfeeding and didn’t have childcare.

My therapist said some lovely things about my daughter and how I was doing a really good job with her (of course I rebuffed that with a sarcastic comment – but I did feel happy inside!) then it was time to go.

It was a good session.

Sadly the rest of the week since then has been complete shit. I won’t go into it now…it’s a whole other post….when I get round to it! Just suffice to say, I thought I was at bottom a couple of weeks ago. Turns out there was a trap door. Ffs.

Anyway, that’s that. Wish me luck tomorrow!


13 thoughts on “Skype Session #2

  1. Gabriel January 28, 2018 / 9:58 pm

    Good luck tomorrow, and it’s so GREAT and weird at the same time having a good look inside someone else’s therapy session, you should give yourself a lot of credit, I don’t know your story (this is the first time I’m reading your blog) but your thoughts are organized, you speak with your heart, you care. Somehow I feel like you’re a great mom 😀 Thanks for sharing.

    If you ever have the time, i also have a blog that talks about therapy and my anxiety/depression. Keep in mind that I’m a 21 year old guy, so it’s a little different haha. It’s called Tabula Rasa (

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum January 29, 2018 / 6:54 pm

      Thank you for commenting 😊- if you want to look inside therapy you’ll get a mixed bag of nuts on this blog 🤪! I’ll check out your blog when I get a chance x

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  2. easetheride January 28, 2018 / 10:34 pm

    I’m glad that you decided to have the Skype session. As much as I don’t love any session that isn’t in-person, I found in my phone session with my therapist that it gives you a different kind of connection. Perhaps more of a personal one? Not sure, but it was very sweet that she had a nice moment with your daughter. Anyway, so good that you were able to get on here as an outlet, but I felt like you were so hard on yourself in this post all over the place. I know you’ve been feeling in a bad way, so if you can, just try to give yourself credit for all that you are doing! Whether or not you plan for session, or talk about the plans, or get to writing, you’re carrying around a lot with you right now. And you’re still hanging on! Still doing whatever you can do for you, which is a great thing. Be well xx

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum January 29, 2018 / 6:52 pm

      Thanks my love. I’m feeling a bit flat right now and so trying to keep the critic at bay as it’s always a danger that it takes over when I’m in this headspace . Ugh. Session was good today. I’ve got a post to write… when?? Lol. Hope you’re hanging on tight x.

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      • easetheride January 29, 2018 / 7:06 pm

        Whenever you can! Tell the critic to take a seat, you’re meeting yourself where you’re at, and critic will just have to deal. Easier said than done of course. I’m doing okay, hopeful that I can get through to Thursday without any major troubles.

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      • rubberbandsandchewinggum January 29, 2018 / 7:12 pm

        Glad to hear it. 💜 just keep swimming!

        I’m a little (a lot) in love with my therapist after today so adult feeling a bit more buoyant. Just wish it wasn’t another 7 days to wait to build on it.

        Wahhhh child parts are slightly agitated! – can’t win- good session they want more, bad session =abandonment!

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  3. summerSHINES January 29, 2018 / 9:05 am

    I just wanted to say I’ve been following your blog a while now and I love how you write. Your honesty and down to earth writing style is right up my street. Love it. I hope you feel better about your therapeutic relationship soon. I’m struggling with my therapist too at the moment and had a very difficult sesh in teenage mode which was so disconnecting that I feel I’ve lost all contact with my therapist and want to quit therapy because I’m hurting. It’s tough isn’t it. Sorry you had a shit week. Same here. It’s pants isn’t it 😩 Hope this week is better for you and I.

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum January 29, 2018 / 6:49 pm

      Thank you. My writing is all a bit stream of consciousness- but exactly what I need to do right now! Don’t have much capacity for anything else 🤪 I’m sorry you’re having a hard time. Therapy is tough isn’t it? I hope you can work through your problems with your therapist and that s/he meets you where you are. I’ll check out your blog. My session was good today – hoobloodyray!


      • summerSHINES January 29, 2018 / 10:49 pm

        Your stream of consciousness style is why I like it. I write that way too…what mental health blogging is all about I reckon. Therapy is tough especially when you hit a block. I’m so pleased today went well though 😊 That’s awesome! 😊


  4. LB January 30, 2018 / 4:22 pm

    I, too, hate skyping with my therapist. I rely so much on non-verbal communication and being able to feel what he is expressing beyond words. Last time we skyped I think we both blushed the entire time because we were so uncomfortable. (It was still pretty early in our therepeutic relationship. )

    I hope that your therapist will follow through with writing a note to you before she takes a vacation or break. It is something that I find tremendously helpful, and it is something that is relatively simple and painless to give.

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  5. rubberbandsandchewinggum January 31, 2018 / 9:04 am

    Skype is certainly a different experience. I don’t use it in my day to day life and so it doesn’t feel very natural to me. But I’d rather do Skype than not have any contact.

    I hope she sorts out the note too. It’s been driving me mad! The longer it doesn’t happen the more shame I feel for needing it – because it’s become a big deal. Ugh!

    Take care X


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