Hi all. Happy Labor Day weekend to those in US, and happy weekend to everyone else.
I had an appointment yesterday with a psychologist...she is a member of ISSTD, came well recommended by my counselor. She is an older lady, (I am too), short & blonde, soft voice, very calm. I felt comfortable. Starting off with background, history, examples of episodes...it was hard for me to go slowly, as I've just been about bursting trying to put the puzzle together by myself. She had to slow me down. Will meet again next week to hopefully finish up with assessment.
And then, I guess the treatment phase starts. She asked if I was committed to it...it's expensive ($180/session!) twice a week, for several years? Yikes, there goes my retirement fund. For now, I want and need to pursue this.
In the beginning, it was all "you" singular questions. Towards the end, she started saying "they". Finally, she asked me to close my eyes, and silently ask them what they thought of her. I got no verbal response, but I felt my body swaying, and strong sort of vibration feeling.
I guess I'm writing all this for a few reasons...one just to share my first experience. I've read so many posts here, and just the exchange of info, and relating to others has been helpful. And two, I'm hopeful to hear any suggestions, insights into therapy, similar experiences in understanding and accepting this.
When I left, I had to go back to work, but had a hard time focusing on much. Was trying to think about the questions she asked about my childhood. I had a lot of "I don't remember" responses, which upset me. I didn't sleep well last night, and woke very early this morning. Laid there, and found myself remembering stuff...like she'd asked about what breakfast was like when I was a kid. I drew a total blank, but this morning, I recalled the cream of wheat, and soft boiled eggs.
I think she's also going to ask more about my dad. I guess that's a natural line of questioning. He was a grumpy guy, and as a kid I wouldn't say we were huggy etc. but I knew he loved and cared about me. As the years have gone by, I've grown to love my dad even deeper. I can't bear the thought of something bad-factual getting dug up, or something bad-fiction being implied. I know either could be a possibility. My dad is old, probably not too many years left...I don't know if I really want to know. I treasure the relationship we have now.
Same thing with my late husband. She was digging there, and asked some tough questions. I know for the first 26 years of our marriage, we had issues...he yelled at me a lot, and probably drank too much. The last four years he battled cancer. He changed...became a beautiful human being. I knew love in the purest form, and this is how I want to remember him.
So, my question to myself (and this is where I will appreciate your feedback) is do I want to go down these paths, and perhaps damage the wonderful feelings of love, the good memories? What would it accomplish, and would I feel more lost and confused? As well as possible hurt and crushed.