Even when therapeutic relationship is good, my sense that my therapist is getting tired of me is painfully close to the surface.
Today’s story is about thoughtlessness, uncertainty, fear, responsibility, and why I probably shouldn’t text with my therapist, even though I would hate to give it up.
I love being able to text with my therapist, but sometimes it doesn’t work quite the way I want it to.
I think I’m handling it all so well, but I’m kidding myself. I want to be that mature and understanding person, but in fact I’m a bratty child inside.
Ouch – my therapist and I stumble across my pain, and hers.
Before going in to see E today, I sent her yesterday’s post. That’s the one in which I grumbled that her recent absence had disrupted our momentum in therapy. We’d been talking about sexuality issues (yikes), and I felt too far away from those conversations to just pick up where we left off. But I…
Just when you screw up your courage and get some momentum going on a tough topic in therapy, kaboom! Your therapist decides she has to go away to a professional workshop for a week. Her departure feels like a bomb exploding in the middle of road, leaving a crater and completely disrupting your therapeutic journey.…