Well. So I really like my CBT, I am extremely grateful to my therapist.
She has helped me a lot and I believe that with her I am able to progress further.
However. There is a subject or an area that falls through cracks. One of my problems, that I suppose is unsurprising for a person with AVPD, is that I have never been in any kind of ‘romantic’ (or whatever you call it) relationship, nor have I ever been in any way close to being in one; never had sex, I’d rather not count what technically could be called ‘kissing’ once or twice (me giving up for a few seconds when a stranger in a club launched a saliva attack). Jesus, I already feel so ridiculous writing this.
As much as I like going places alone, spending time on my own, I am a 30 yo human woman. I wish I was more of a cyborg and didn’t have the needs in this area, but, to quote a tiktok meme, it is what it is. And I have never ever talked about it to anyone, neither to my close friends, nor to my therapist. When I even think of expressing any of the emotions surrounding this subject, I am cringing so bad that I’d rather hide under my bed forever than say a word.
And my therapist never asks about it. I would like her to, I feel like I need to be pushed to talk about it. I tried hinting at it, but I was unable to expose actual vulnerabilities, so I ended up talking about how this is one of the things that awaken my general regret for missing out on many of ‘universal’, ‘human’ experiences and make it hard to talk to people if this subject comes up. This is a problem as well, but can be really waved aside with some other, general issues that I am dealing with – and that’s what happened after several hints like that. I also assume that my therapist might think that dealing with this problem may come as an extension of improving all the key skills such as saying hi to people, small-talking, establishing and maintaining relationships with people, etc. Well, it would be hard to disagree.
This isn’t enough for me though and I am deeply ashamed of that fact at the same time - so I can’t find a way to bring it up. I get that I still need to work on my social skills and reaching the level acceptable for me will take a long time, if it ever happens at all. But I feel there is a mix of thoughts and emotions that needs to be addressed and untangled anyway. This isn’t something that weighs on me every day, but there are moments and periods when both my mind and my body torture me about it unbearably. That’s so pitiful, ugh - it may come for example when a movie or a TV show contains some kind of romantic-ish plot which stings me particularly. Sometimes I bring it on myself, intentionally choosing a lightweight romcom, thinking it will be pleasant to watch, but right after the closing credits start to roll all these crippling emotions come marching in. I guess the fact that quarantine significantly reduced my out-of-the-room activities makes it much more recurring than it was before, that’s why I decided to write this ridiculously long dissertation of an unloved ugly ageing woman.
Do you have any idea how do I signalise to my therapist that it’s not only ok to ask questions about this sphere but also that she can push me when I will be reluctant to give answers (which I 200% will be)? I know this is very stupid, but maybe if you’ve made it this far reading, you also possess some other superhuman powers and have any tips in mind.
Or, have you had any similar experiences?