I woke up this morning not feeling well, physically. I was going to cancel the appointment I had scheduled for early afternoon with my therapist - I really didn't want to get dressed, I didn't feel well, and lacked the energy I knew it would take to get dressed and go. But I didn't cancel - I thought that I would regret it later, if I did.
So I went.
We started the hour by talking about last week's appt. Last week, I had a bit of a melt-down in session (full blown panic attack - vomited in her office- felt "unsafe"). I told her that I felt ungrounded, began to disassociate during session, and I felt that she didn't know what to do to bring me back to the present, to comfort me, reign me in, so to speak. And she said that there are times when she won't know what to do (I realize she is human) and it's up to me to tell her what I need/don't need.
She then went on to say this: "You are paying me for a service. You are my client, you are not my friend. You have to tell me what you need from me so that I can support you. We need to have an agreement that even when you get angry, you will still show up for session."
Nothing she said was a big surprise or a shock - but just the same, it hurt me. I *KNOW* we aren't *FRIENDS*, but the way she said it really hurt my feelings. I mean, for years now she has told me how much she *cares* about me and that she will always be here for me, that she will comfort me and hold me, if that's what I need. She told me she would hold me in her heart and even gave me something of hers so that I could stay grounded and she could be with me "in spirit" if not physically.
Now she tells me it's just a job? I am hurt and angry! What a crock of bullshit! So I told her that I don't NEED to pay her to hold me and comfort me! Screw that! And I'm done paying a hundred bucks an hour to sit and cry in her office. Fuck that! I can cry at home for free! And it's not like it's working! I feel worse now than I did when I first began seeing her!
I'm bailing now before she fucks me over - I don't need it!
And I emailed her tonight and told her that. I don't want any of it! Not the looks of compassion, not the reassuring words that I am "safe" and she won't let anyone hurt me again (Please!), not the "you didn't deserve what happened to you" - I don't want her to hold me when I cry or comfort me when I'm scared!
I told her she can replace my spot with a client who is much less high maint.
I'm sure she will be bathed in relief that she's finally rid of me! And now I don't have to abide by her "contract" BS about not hurting myself, staying safe - shit.
I knew this would happen! I can't believe I bought into her "I care about you" crap! I prayed a year ago that if I were going to get fucked by her to NOT let me continue in the "theraputic relationship" - and guess what? I feel fucked! Big-time!!!!!



