Rubber Bands and Chewing Gum

So, it’s 18 months since I last saw Anita and, as you know, in that time I have tried time and again to get some kind of ending/closure with her. I mean, after 3.5 years of twice weekly therapy, a proper ending session/s really is the least that should have happened ESPECIALLY given the sort of work we were doing around childhood trauma, abandonment, and rejection AND how terribly things ended with the therapy with Em.

There was such a lot riding on this therapy going well and ending right… but the therapy was cut short and there has been no closure – so that’s just fucking great! So often, Anita has said she’s either ‘not in a good enough place’ to do an ending or has basically avoided answering my messages at all – then of course there was the small glimmer of half-progress when I asked about meeting with her supervisor instead and she suggested that we meet for a walk and talk to end…errr…nope! That never happened, but that is actually a very good thing because I simply cannot imagine trying to walk and talk this mess out.

Elle and I have been back from therapy break since the start of November (I’ll write about me and her in another post because there’s plenty there to talk about). I’ve been super aware that Christmas is coming very soon (oh joy!) and that I really really don’t want this shit with Anita dragging into 2025 – it should have been left firmly in 2023 when we SHOULD have met again in the September to end given that Anita was no better, as we had agreed. But that never happened and I have been chasing her ever since. It’s farcical really. You’d think she’d want to put this to bed just as much as me.

Anyway, having spoken with Elle about this: Anita, my stuff, what I need/want – I was really conscious that I wanted to get my stuff back even if I didn’t end up meeting with A (which would probably be best, as I have little confidence in A’s ability to hold the space for the kind of meeting we need) but also that it needed to be in good time so that I wasn’t opening pandora’s box right on the eve of Christmas.

Christmas is hard for me for soooo many reasons but I really don’t need to be literally and symbolically unpacking the grief of what’s happened with Anita and specifically the grief of my little parts during the holiday that is all about kids. There was a time when Anita would be giving me Christmas gifts and we’d be nearly celebrating another year’s therapy anniversary at the start of January. So, yeah, there’s a lot that happens round now – not forgetting it’s when all the wheels fell off with Em.

So, I decided that I would bite the bullet and try again to get this shit sewn up once and for all. I saw Elle for my session on the 12^th November and when I got home, I sent a WhatsApp message to A:

A, are you around at all, soonish, to see each other and get my things back? I’d rather do it not right upon Christmas as I don’t think I’ll cope very well. Or if this doesn’t work right now, can we maybe arrange to post my things for now and maybe meet when it’s better? X

I felt that it gave her options, she could use the ‘get out of jail free card’ and say that now isn’t a good time for her to meet but agree to return my stuff. She could continue on in her avoidance but at least I’d get my things back and could start to process that with Elle.

But there was no reply.

Ummm.

I don’t know why I hadn’t expected that, it’s pretty true to form at this point, but I just hadn’t anticipated radio silence on such a simple request.

By the following Monday I was upset because I could feel time slipping away for my processing before Christmas internal deadline – and honestly, I just think it’s fucking rude, too, especially as I could imagine that she’s replying to potential new clients in a timely fashion whom she has no relationship with. I just feel like I’ve got so lost in all of this. Anita has put me somewhere in her mind that she can forget about – and that would be fine if she wasn’t in possession of my stuff, or if she wasn’t actually working and advertising her services…but she is.

So, I’ll be honest, this wasn’t one of my finest moments but I have been so sure that Anita has lied to me about how she’s working (despite saying the other month that she doesn’t work with trauma etc – even though it’s on her updated website…) and I thought, ‘fuck it, let’s see what’s really going on, here’…

So, I set up a new email address and posed as a new client – look, I’ve been fucked about for 18 months – something had to give (and it looks like it was my sanity!).

So, here’s what I sent. A very thinly veiled RB if we’re honest:

Hi Anita, I’ve found your profile/s here and on Psychology Today. 

I was wondering if you have any availability for face-to-face counselling? I’m fairly flexible with times/days as am self-employed and work from home.

I am struggling with the breakdown of a relationship. It’s been a while now but I find that I am not able to move on from it because there hasn’t really been any proper closure and I wasn’t expecting the breakup. They’ve moved on and I am stuck.

It’s brought up a lot around rejection and abandonment which I think probably plays into some childhood issues/trauma and I notice that I am reluctant to trust anyone and am second guessing all my important relationships.

This time of year is hard for me – I don’t like the dark and it seems to make everything a million times worse for my anxiety and depression. And, of course, Christmas is always tough when you are alone. I am no contact with my mother so there’s a lot, really.

I have been in counselling before but it was only short-term so I think it probably didn’t really go deep enough. I think I am in a place now where I want to do the deeper work and make some serious changes.

Best wishes,

Stevie

So, reading between the lines, Stevie isn’t going to be a short-term client, she wants to do depth work… depth work takes plenty of time and a decent relationship and Stevie has already said trust is a problem. Stevie has also alluded to childhood trauma, rejection and abandonment issues, as well as a MOTHER WOUND…Stevie has the ingredients for Complex Trauma, doesn’t she? All of these SHOULD be big NO NOs for Anita given she no longer is able to ‘work in that way’ and has had to let go all of her trauma clients and completely change the way she works (or so she says).

But guess what guys? In less than 48 hours Stevie got a reply:

Dear Stevie,

Thank you for your email. 

Unfortunately, I am currently at full capacity. You are more than welcome to be added to my waiting list although it maybe a few weeks before a space becomes available.

I also need to let you know I will be semi retiring at the beginning of April 2025 and moving all of my clients to online therapy only.

If you prefer to see an alternative therapist, there are links at the bottom of my home page  [website link]  one of the best websites is The British Association for Counselling and Psychotherapy www.bacp.co.uk

Whoever you choose do make sure they are on the Professional Standards Register, I have attached an image of the logo to this email.

Many people are unaware that our profession is unregulated meaning unqualified or struck off therapist and agencies such as [two places locally that have practising therapists who have been removed from BACP register for misconduct] can continue to practice unethically.

Please do contact me again if you would like to be added to my waiting list. 

I am so sorry I can’t see you sooner.

With warm regards,
Anita

I guess at least she is now being clear that she is moving to online working but she said she was doing this over a year ago (another reason we couldn’t come back to our work – alongside the fact she’d moved to COUPLES work which is more “head than heart”…) and it still hasn’t happened and Stevie isn’t a couple, either.

It is kind of funny that she’s warning about unethical practice, though.

The fact that Anita is ‘so sorry’ that she can’t seen Stevie ‘sooner’ is an absolute kick in the teeth because she sure as shit hasn’t been ‘sorry’ to not make an hour available for us to meet, sit together and process a goodbye, in the last 18 months.

So. Yeah. Ouch.

I just honestly wish A had the balls to meet with me and just say:

 “You know RB, I am sorry. I fucked up. I lost control of your therapy and my feelings and things got really blurred. I should have taken more supervision and gone into personal therapy when stuff started going wrong with my mum and I felt like I was burning out. I am sorry that I haven’t known how to deal with what’s happened with you and me, I know that this has caused you more pain. I have been working with a new supervisor and although I have taken on clients with similar issues to yours, I am very conscious of how I am working now. I am sorry that I have hurt you and I understand how painful this must be.”

But it’s just lies upon lies. I surely deserve the truth.

I decided it was probably worth being honest with Elle about what I had done and sent her a copy of my WhatsApp from the 12^th and the email from Stevie and Anita’s reply.

She replied:

Maybe try saying a specific day/time (or suggest a couple) that you could meet for collection, and ask her to choose one? Sometimes a simple ‘this one or that one’ choice is the thing that unsticks someone incapable of making a decision.

Sending her enquiries feels painfully like trying to catch her in a lie though, and I want you to know that you don’t need to prove that she’s deceived you in order to feel justified in feeling angry and hurt. 

You have every right to feel angry and hurt and sad, and whatever else you feel.

I am here for all of it.

Elle xx

My initial reaction to that was that I felt judged for sending the email to Anita – but actually it’s probably because part of me was judging myself for having done that, and actually part of me knows that Elle is right – I don’t need extra evidence to prove how shit it’s all been…but part of me did need to have it in black and white.

I replied:

It’s not really about catching her in a lie – I know she’s lied in so many different ways. It was more about seeing how quickly she is able to respond to something and then continue to ignore my request. She’d say something like she’s been busy or away…and it’s not true. It’s just avoidance. I don’t want to meet her. I’ll just ask her to mail the stuff and deal with however that lands. I am so over everything right now.

So whilst Stevie was being offered to go on the waiting list, there’d still been no reply to my WhatsApp from 8 days before and so I decided to send Anita an email:

Hi Anita,

I don’t know if you got my message last Tuesday on Whatsapp:

[copied the previous message here]

I’m guessing that now is a bad time, or you’re busy, or you just don’t want to see me. So can you please send my stuff to my friend’s address but addressed to me please and let me know how much the postage is. [details of where to send it to]

In the meantime, I was texting my friend and was telling her what I had said to Elle and the sort of excuses I’d expect from A for needing to chase again, and then low and behold this came in:

That’s no problem, I was away from my diary last week and since have been trying to figure out a time to meet as it’s very full on at home at the moment.

I will send your things to your friend probably via Evri.

With very best wishes,
Anita x

Soooooo…. that was as expected, I should have made an Anita bingo card and ticked off the phrases. It’s sad, but also my friend reminded me that this is a bullshit excuse because even if Anita was away from her diary there was absolutely nothing preventing her from saying, “Hi RB, I haven’t got my diary with me at the moment but I will be in touch when I have” rather than just ignoring it for over a week until pressed her again.

It’s all just so utterly disappointing.

So, where are we now then? Well, this all happened on the 20^th….and today is the 30^th and I have just had a delivery notification and picture showing that the box is now at my friend’s house.

I didn’t expect a picture of a box to make me burst into tears – but it did. So, who knows what opening the box is going to be like? I can’t imagine it being easy.

I’ve been messaging Elle about it here and there over the weekend and she has been so lovely:

Here’s hoping it arrived intact and we can spend some time repatriating/re-consecrating everything.

And when I told her I had cried and felt sick when I saw the picture:

oh lambkin 😦 never was a box so anticipated and so dreaded in equal measure.

Maybe sit with it a while when you get it

and think about how you want to handle the insides.

I’m thinking very slowly and very carefully

As befits such a box.

Tightest of hugs to you.

Elle xx

So, I know she gets it. She really does. I just don’t know if she’s ready for how I am going to be when I turn up on Tuesday with this box of who knows what? I have cried small tears with Elle a couple of times but I have never sobbed or completely given into the big feelings with her – part of me is terrified of the little parts just crumbling and sobbing uncontrollably and having a complete meltdown. This doesn’t fit with the RB I try and present most of the time. But it’s all in there.

After Anita replied I asked her if she still had baby elephant and if she could please send him home in the box too. She said that she would and signed her email off, ‘with love and care xx’ which felt less cold than ‘with very best wishes’ but again, there’s not been much evidence of love or care in the way that this has dragged out.

So, I know elephant is coming back, and I know my books are coming back… I just seriously hope that she hasn’t put ‘The Rabbit Listened’ in or any of the other books I actually bought for her as gifts like ‘The Hug’ or ‘Big Panda, Tiny Dragon’. ‘The Rabbit Listened’ actually has a note in the front of it from me to her on our first year anniversary of working together.

I also don’t know what to expect. Will it just be a box of my things – and only my things? Might she have forgotten what is actually mine and what I have given her? That room has so much stuff from me in it. Might Anita put a note in the box? I don’t know what would be worse – nothing at all, or a note that says, ‘with best wishes, Anita’.

Part of me would like to think in having to physically handle these items when she boxed them up to send them that she’d be reminded of what it was like with me once upon a time and have taken a moment to feel something, too. I’d like to believe that she would have wanted to write something meaningful to me and put it in the box. She absolutely won’t have done that, though, because that version of Anita doesn’t exist for me anymore. It’s just all very sad isn’t it?

All I know is, realistically whatever is or isn’t in that box on Tuesday is still going to hurt like fucking hell. It’s the reality for the little parts that Anita is well and truly gone. If Anita doesn’t have the books anymore then Anita can never read them a story again can she? Adult me KNOWS all this. Of course I do. But the young parts that have been so tied up in all this have got a sucker punch coming to the gut the moment that box opens, because these aren’t just my books, they’re ‘our’ books, they’re ‘mine and Anita’s’ special stories.

I can’t see Anita agreeing to meet with me down the line to end because if I now have my stuff there’s not much reason to meet is there? – even though an end would have been nice…months back!

So yeah. A bit of a weird update today.

I’ll let you know how Elle and I get on. x

Also – I’m not posting here massively regularly because ‘time’! But Monty is pretty active over on Insta and you can see what we are getting up to:

https://www.instagram.com/montys_awesome_adventures?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw==