It’s Been A While…

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It’s been a while since I have had a full-on meltdown in therapy…but I fell off the wagon in rather spectacular fashion yesterday and completely lost my mind! Believe me, I totally see the irony in this, especially after how the last post I wrote was about being in an ok place and saying that I felt like I was ready to move forward with some of the stuff that has been bothering me since before the Easter therapy break. Alas, the good intentions were all there but actually doing what is necessary or saying what needs to be said when the entire system is in conflict and the teen parts and Inner Critic take control isn’t easy!

I had intended to go back to my sessions, show Em my picture/diagram about what had caused me to be so upset in the last session heading into the break (the mention of possible ‘bombardment’ in the future being a reason to end therapy and the Friday text being revoked)  and try and unpick what was really going on. Last week I was able to see that my reaction was big and not of the here and now. Something about the idea of one day being too much or overstepping a boundary tapped into something huge and really set the cat among the pigeons. Em was trying to tell me that actually things were ok in the therapy and we weren’t in a dicey place and yet her trying to reassure me just did not work at all…and then a two week break…well, we all know where that sends me!

So on Friday I went in and tried really hard to talk but just couldn’t. The first session back is always notoriously shit. I just can’t really connect and it all feels like a disaster zone. I can’t really remember all the details because I seem to be experiencing a bit of stress amnesia. I know the session was only a week ago but my brain is in panic mode and is muddled. What I do know is that my notebook sat in my bag burning a hole through the fabric asking to be acknowledged but I conveniently ignored it. Shame and embarrassment were bubbling away and the idea of sharing that really vulnerable hurt part of me felt impossible. I did manage to tell Em that I wasn’t ok and that something that had happened before the break had upset me a lot and that whilst I know it wasn’t deliberate I still was hurting about it and part of me hadn’t wanted to come to the session so I suppose that’s something at least!

I left the session a bit frustrated with myself but didn’t beat myself up too much about what had gone on (not gone on!!). I’m used to this funny little dance we do after breaks (more like a game of cat and mouse actually!) and decided that rather than criticise myself about my inability to jump right into the hard, vulnerable stuff I’d instead accept that parts of me just weren’t ready to go there yet and that the time would come and to trust in the process.

I do wonder, though,  why after all these years a couple of weeks break sees my lose all sense of connection and trust in this woman? It’s agony really. I mean I know why it happens but part of me is still like WHHYYYYYYY?!!!!

Still, the session was ok in that we did some ground work – a lot of checking in on my body, noticing all the changes I was experiencing and naming them etc and it felt connecting to talk around the issue even if I couldn’t say exactly what the problem was. I went away from the session and drew another picture in my notebook trying to explain the process that had happened inside when I had told her I hadn’t wanted to come to the session (well, part of me hadn’t wanted to!! Others were desperate to see her!):

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The weekend went by fairly quickly and when Monday arrived I felt nervous about the session. I knew that I just needed to get the bloody notebook out the goddamn bag and get the ball rolling (or open my bloody mouth!) …how hard could that be? – turns out, VERY HARD! By the time I arrived at session I felt so sick and it was hard to distinguish whether I was highly anxious or actually on the verge of sick bug….does anyone else get the complete body meltdown? It’s been a long while since I’ve actually thrown up before a session (it did used to happen a lot) but the unhelpful diarrhoea before a session is really an issue again right now. Clearly I’m really agitated! argh!

Anyway, as I walked up the driveway to Em’s house my body was screaming out that things weren’t safe. I had wound myself up into a tight little ball of stress by the time I walked into the room. During the session my stomach was so noisy that it was utterly embarrassing. It was so clearly audible for such a protracted period of time that it couldn’t be ignored. It became a bit of a joke in the end because I was largely mute and yet my gut was having a conversation! Em was saying how clearly parts of me want to speak and how the stomach/digestive system often expresses emotions — I agreed… tried to laugh it off and couldn’t help but think of the raving shits I have been experiencing lately… obv didn’t mention that, though! 😉

Again we talked about how I was feeling even if I couldn’t tell her exactly what the problem was. It was such a difficult session. I would get to a point where I would feel settled and grounded and ready to talk and then WHAM the moment I brought to mind the feelings about her leaving or being fed up with me or whatever my body would freak out and I’d dissociate. This happened over and over again.

Towards the end of the session I managed to tell Em that it felt like surfing on a stormy day. There are some days you head to the beach, especially in the winter, and look out at the sea and notice that the wave rate is rapid and that because the waves are big and the sea is stormy there is a lot of white water. This makes paddling out to the back really hard because there is so much power in the white water. No matter whether you try and paddle over the waves or dive under them you can you rarely make any forward momentum…it’s just perpetual paddling and pushbacks… and it is exhausting.

Em asked me what I do in that situation. I told her that I ‘get the f*ck out and go home’…which is true but I don’t think really the helpful answer so far as how we tackle the metaphorical surf problem in the therapy room. I basically need to get to beyond the waves that are battering me so I can talk…going home won’t fix it! She said she understood what I was saying and then gently told me that we weren’t in the sea, and I said that I knew that and that this is what was so frustrating for me. Part of me knows I am safe, that symbolically the sea is actually calm, that I am not going drown but my body just doesn’t and my body keeps overriding my attempts to speak.

It was total hell.

With five minutes to go, following that sea conversation we really connected….why? Because I allowed myself to make eye-contact and tune into what she was actually saying. I saw what was in front of me (a caring, warm, patient woman who is consistently there and safe) rather than dreading what I fear her to be (rejecting, abandoning, mocking). I wish I could just do this when I feel scared and disconnected – but as I have said before, eye-contact in therapy is really difficult for me. It feels so exposing… and yet … so necessary for me to feel connected. Every time I avoid looking at Em I starve myself of connection. I know this. I am an idiot, you don’t need to tell me!

I left the session feeling optimistic and seen. I felt like it was going to be ok on Friday despite the hell that it had been for 45 mins in that session. That final connecting conversation was so important. On Monday evening I decided to email Em my two drawings from the notebook with a simple message to ask her to kick me in session on Friday so I didn’t avoid talking again. That filled me with panic (I didn’t want to bombard her) but at the same time I knew that despite my best efforts I had just spent two fucking sessions not talking about what I need to talk about because I haven’t had the balls to get a bloody book out a sodding bag. Ugh.

The week took a nose dive. I couldn’t hang on to that sense lovely sense of connection as I moved through the week. It was like groundhog day with a spiralling sense of panic and disconnection. I honestly felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and die on Wednesday because the attachment pain had got so bad. I had convinced myself (again) that Em wasn’t safe, that I couldn’t trust her, and that she doesn’t care. Fun times!

So, after what seemed like a million long drawn out minutes it was finally Friday. Whooop whoop/EEEEEEEeeeeKKKKK!!! I drove to my session and could feel the shame rising and my entire system was in panic. I arrived at Em’s and sat down. I couldn’t look at her. I joked that I was swimming in a pool of shame and then retreated deep into myself. I had hoped at things would be ok. That somehow I’d get out of my hole and connect and get over this stupid stuckness. Adult Me know that what’s going on has spiralled into something huge and actually Em doesn’t hate me….but try telling that to the teen parts that are so massively activated.

Usually when I send something via email to Em she doesn’t read it (which is a boundary I don’t like but can just about accept). We have agreed that I can send stuff but that we will talk about it in the room…and this is what I wanted to happen. The general run of things would go something like, ‘you sent me a message would you like to talk about it?’  (meanwhile getting her ipad ready). I usually say ‘no but yes’ and then we get to it…and it’s ok. Only this didn’t happen on Friday. Em said, ‘You emailed me, but I haven’t opened it, I just saw the title’… there was no invitation to discuss it and it felt like a huge rejection That was enough for me to go into hiding but oh my god the teens were absolutely raging.

From that point on I could not hear a thing Em was saying to me. I was furious and hurting. Why am I not important? Why doesn’t she care? She can see I am struggling and hurting but isn’t helping me talk…blah blah. It wasn’t long before The Inner Critic showed up and went to town on me. I was sitting on the sofa. Still. And yet inside I was thinking of all the horrible things I would do to myself when I got home. It was like mentally flicking a catalogue in self-harm. It was just hideous.

Anyway, I don’t actually remember much of the session – i.e what Em said because I was trapped in my own personal abandonment hell. I have since gone back over the session and it sounds so different to what I experienced. Em was trying really hard with me and yet at every turn I was shutting her out.

I could feel time drifting away and knew we were near the end of the session. I asked how much time was left and no surprises I’d sat brooding in near silence for the best part of forty minutes. We were into that special ten minute window where I panic and have to get stuff said for fear of being left with crap til the next session…really I only need ten minute sessions! haha. Em asked what I was thinking. I quietly said, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore’. That was the teen who is just desperately sad, wants to be seen, to connect, but despite everything keeps pushing away and in doing so feels like Em is a million miles away.

You can probably guess what came next?!

Em replied, ‘you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to’… and there was the stinging rejection (to that part at least!). When it’s like that all I want is to be told that I am safe in the relationship and we can work through it. Being told I can leave whenever I want feels like she doesn’t care whether I stay or go. (I know this is NOT what she is saying, it’s just how it feels!) Em continued and said something about different parts feeling different things but that the part that hates therapy and struggles with opening up and being seen was really present. She was right, of course. She gently asked me what was making that part feel like she needed to leave.

I started saying something about how in the previous session Em had told me that I had an intense need for connection and how rubbish that felt because it made me feel like I am too much, too intense, too bad. Em immediately countered by saying that this is not what she had meant me to take from that at all. That connection is not a bad thing and we all have an intense need to connect…and that it is unsurprising I need the connection so badly because it was so lacking as I grew up. This bolstered me somewhat and I alluded to feeling like I didn’t know where the line/boundary is and that since she had said the word ‘bombardment’ (even though it wasn’t about something in the here and now and is about a hypothetical future) I have just gone into hiding because I am scared to talk and ‘bombard’ her and be too much and too intense and then she’ll end the therapy.

Look, I know this is bonkers but it is coming from a young and wounded place and that part of me has been abandoned and rejected and told I am too much in the past. This is just playing out again in the therapy now. Em was so nice and validating and warm and….I just didn’t hear her at all! I was so caught up in my shame and embarrassment and hurt that everything she said felt wrong (to the part that was fronting) and then the session was up and that pissed me off too. I was angry at myself and angry at Em for not helping me talk. Which is ironic because now I have heard it back that was all she was trying to do!! FFS!

Anyway, I left the session feeling totally distraught. I got in my car. Turned my stereo up loud and drove away boiling with rage and hurt. I had to go to work but I was so overcome that I pulled the car over after about five minutes and fired off a text.

FUCK.

I DON’T DO THAT!

After the shit show that was Christmas 2017 I am done with complicated angry texts! haaha. But I literally was so ‘done’ yesterday that there was no adult to talk me down. I didn’t need time to think about it I just went ahead and quit therapy.

Like really.

Then I drove the forty minutes into the city and on the journey adult came back online…OMFG WTAF have I done???????

I didn’t know what to do. What if Em just accepted my message and didn’t reply?

Oh god.

I’ve really done it now.

Panic.

What do I do?

So I sent a second message trying to explain I was having a complete meltdown and wanted to come back on Monday and hoped for the best.

I sent the message and stared at my phone. I could see she’d read the termination message and hadn’t replied…fuck…

But the minute I sent that second message I could see Em was replying (the joy of I-message …) and she responded with ‘Ok, see you on Monday’…which on any other day of the week would probably send me into a spiral but frankly I am taking it as a win because I haven’t just flushed my therapy down the toilet and can go do the talk of shame on Monday!

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This isn’t the first time and probably won’t be the last time that I throw my toys out the pram in therapy. I have been in this territory before … but the thing that has shocked me is that I really thought I was past having tantrums. Clearly not! ha.

So, yeah, there we are. I’m just laughing at myself really. And you know what’s even funnier? I have spent the last month getting fixated on a word and digging a deep trench and feeling like Em doesn’t care and building walls and pushing her away…and yet I know Monday will be fine because the relationship is solid, she cares about me is committed to helping me and can handle my meltdowns…

Still, that’s what teenagers do isn’t it? Push and see where the boundaries are?!!

20 thoughts on “It’s Been A While…

  1. behindapaintedsmile30 May 4, 2019 / 11:01 pm

    The raving shits! 😂
    It’s understandable that you’re angry and feeling rejected. I’m not sure what her behaviour is all about. Being pushed by a therapist shows that they are interested and care but in an obvious way that we need. 🤔 I understand her not replying to emails, but I don’t understand why she doesn’t read them. That’s all of the information she needs for the session that you’re not able to tap into in the session and say out loud – yet.
    I’m glad that the adult reappeared and retracted the text. I have had many a drive home like that and it’s horrible to feel so rejected and alone. Sending love x

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 5, 2019 / 9:50 am

      Hey love. Great to hear from you 💜. Thank you for your support. I thought I’d got over impulsive texting but obv not last week. Ha. Bum! I think she’s very keen to keep everything in the room because I had/have a tendency to disengage if I have an option of not saying things face to face and write instead. Ah it’s all complicated but I’m sure it’ll be fine … even though I want to drown in my shame pool right now! Hugs x

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      • behindapaintedsmile30 May 5, 2019 / 12:38 pm

        I understand keeping everything in the room, but she could have at least read and then asked you to expand on it.
        It was technically a rescheduling text! 😉 The fact that you can see that Em cares and is trying to reach you is an achievement. It’s all part of a horrendous process and you have nothing to be ashamed of!
        I hope tomorrow’s session is better 💜 – without the dreaded raving therapy shits. 😩 x

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      • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 5, 2019 / 12:52 pm

        Yeah. I agree. But I can’t get fixated on what she won’t do because she’s unlikely to change so I need to hone in on what she does do. I’m gonna def new therapy shitting beforehand … hoping not to puke! 🤦‍♀️

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  2. lucyintherapy May 5, 2019 / 12:00 am

    Oh bloody hell the pre session shits – why does that have to happen!?? I actually go to Asda on the way to my sessions so I don’t have to do it in her office toilet haha 🙈 so awful.
    I’ve followed your blog for a while and I have always been struck by how honest and raw your writing is. I’m so grateful that you share it. I can relate to the agony of sitting there wishing you would just speak up but feeling like your body is on lock down or that you’re so spaced away you can’t communicate what you came there to say! I also can relate to feeling the connection in the last 10 minutes when you finally pluck up the courage to look her in the face instead of staring at her shoes/the wall. I really hope you’re able to share what you need to with her at your next session. Sending you good therapy vibes 🤞

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 5, 2019 / 9:46 am

      Ah thank you for connecting – so glad it’s the pre session shits that has made you comment 😂. I feel like writing a whole post on this issue as we are certainly not alone. I have to go to Tesco on the way to my session … and that is god awful … public ugh!! … but there’s no choice 🤦‍♀️ I’m glad what I write resonates – I’ll check out your blog later x hugs x

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      • lucyintherapy May 5, 2019 / 10:44 am

        Haha I wonder how many people use supermarket toilets for this purpose 😂 it’s so embarrassing. But I have a 40min drive to my therapist, sometimes longer, so going to the toilet at home rarely helps!! I don’t even know why I feel so nervous/anxious beforehand… although actually it’s fairly obv on the other hand.

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      • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 5, 2019 / 10:45 am

        I know. Same for me, 45 minutes on a good run an hour on a bad… so yeah thank god for supermarkets 😳…

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      • lucyintherapy May 5, 2019 / 10:52 am

        I once rushed into a Dominos delivery place in a panic when I was too far away from a supermarket and too close to my session. Not my finest 2 minutes 🙈

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      • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 5, 2019 / 10:54 am

        Oh man. This is the stuff of nightmares. The worst are the toilets where it’s just one cubicle … and you know there are people waiting! My whole life I couldn’t use public toilets and now I have no choice 🙄. I might blog about this as it’s clearly a trauma!

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  3. easetheride May 5, 2019 / 2:15 am

    Oh my dear friend, I always feel for you when you have these challenging times with your therapist. I completely understand what it’s like to feel like you are unimportant because you’ve given her information to cue you with, and she misses the mark. It’s such an intense pain that follows. Again, I wonder if her boundaries are too strict for your needs, but I am also glad you can see evidence of where she was truly trying to reach you and navigate your feelings with you. Maybe that’s something to take to your next session as well. It sucks there is no easy answer, but I see how hard you’re trying to get the words out, even as the parts are fighting you. Hang in there love xx

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 5, 2019 / 9:44 am

      Ah thank you lovely! It’s been a bloody nightmare for sure. I’m exhausted by it. It feels like we’re back in the days of the pebbles. I hated that! So tomorrow needs to be me with my big girl pants on and spit out what it is I need to say. To be fair after those texts I have backed myself into the corner and the only way forward it to let it all out! Whoop! Fun times 🤪

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  4. Eliza May 5, 2019 / 3:05 pm

    Sending loadsa hugs and strength your way….
    I always found when in therapy (before wrecking it) that the last minutes were the ones that I could connect in, because it’d taken that long to finally feel a little safer – if I ever felt safer at all.
    I hope tomorrow goes okay
    Love, light and glitter

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 5, 2019 / 3:07 pm

      Yeah- that’s exactly what it is. It takes time to settle and feel a bit safer and also I panic about having to be alone for ages with my mind. I am dreading tomorrow now. Proper stress. But just need it to come and be over with x

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  5. lavenderandlevity May 5, 2019 / 10:46 pm

    Starbucks employees have always been great about letting me use the bathroom first and then buy something to settle my stomach. I know their corporate has their issues, but when you really need one…well, their bathrooms are usually well maintained and private :-p

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum May 8, 2019 / 7:45 am

      Isn’t it bloody awful though? The overwhelming body reaction and anticipation of what might happen that leads to these public toilet dashes!

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