yoyo_girl
12-05-2006, 11:19 PM
the T doesn't want to pursue the loop hole, and it was a slim chance anyway. He said that he felt that to make arrangements to continue seeing me would be setting me up to feel like I would still need him... he said he didn't want to do anything that would leave me feeling needy or dependent.
too late.
i am needy.
i am already dependent.
i can't do this anymore.
i can't do the things that would mean any real change in my physical world... i know what they are, I can tell you why i need to do them. I can tell you all about what a healthy relationship should be like, and all that positive clap-trap that you can find in any selfhelp book or therapist's office.
But i can't do them.
There is something that happens in my brain that I cannot control.
And, as my T pointed out, the alternative I face is grim.
i am lost.
i know full well that i am/was substituting my T for another source of approval/connection. I know he is/was symbolic in that way. but i need that symbol.. and now, i won't have it. i don't even know how many sessions we have left... he didn't mention anything about after the holiday break. I am supposed to see him once more next week.
i have run out of reasons to struggle and fight for each day. i have run out of any ability to hold on by my fingernails just to be able to walk through life looking functional.
i look normal. My T's secretary thinks I am cool (because of my appearance...I am ... different, not beautiful...different). I do normal things each day.
What no one gets is that I am a shell.
I feel like a tornado inside. I often feel like screaming and crying all at once. I feel lonely... sad and desperate. Even when I am up.. I feel almost dizzy.. the chaos is still there it's just more tolerable in a way.
a lot of what my T says about me not needing him or another T is right... the trouble is that I am not like everyone else. I am thrown about by this illness. I keep having my brain reset to some horrible setting... like that movie groundhog day. I make progress and then my illness unravels it.
i don't cross a bridge and move on, I cross it then come back for another go.
in the face of extreme stress I have the very real possibility of losing my mind. I face higher than "normal" odds of killing myself or falling into psychosis.
so, when faced with a psychologically challenging or threatening idea...do I push or not? and if I do... who will be there?
i see my pdoc on thursday.
too late.
i am needy.
i am already dependent.
i can't do this anymore.
i can't do the things that would mean any real change in my physical world... i know what they are, I can tell you why i need to do them. I can tell you all about what a healthy relationship should be like, and all that positive clap-trap that you can find in any selfhelp book or therapist's office.
But i can't do them.
There is something that happens in my brain that I cannot control.
And, as my T pointed out, the alternative I face is grim.
i am lost.
i know full well that i am/was substituting my T for another source of approval/connection. I know he is/was symbolic in that way. but i need that symbol.. and now, i won't have it. i don't even know how many sessions we have left... he didn't mention anything about after the holiday break. I am supposed to see him once more next week.
i have run out of reasons to struggle and fight for each day. i have run out of any ability to hold on by my fingernails just to be able to walk through life looking functional.
i look normal. My T's secretary thinks I am cool (because of my appearance...I am ... different, not beautiful...different). I do normal things each day.
What no one gets is that I am a shell.
I feel like a tornado inside. I often feel like screaming and crying all at once. I feel lonely... sad and desperate. Even when I am up.. I feel almost dizzy.. the chaos is still there it's just more tolerable in a way.
a lot of what my T says about me not needing him or another T is right... the trouble is that I am not like everyone else. I am thrown about by this illness. I keep having my brain reset to some horrible setting... like that movie groundhog day. I make progress and then my illness unravels it.
i don't cross a bridge and move on, I cross it then come back for another go.
in the face of extreme stress I have the very real possibility of losing my mind. I face higher than "normal" odds of killing myself or falling into psychosis.
so, when faced with a psychologically challenging or threatening idea...do I push or not? and if I do... who will be there?
i see my pdoc on thursday.