We're having a really rough time with therapy lately. Something just feels really wrong, and I can't get any perspective on it to understand what's happening.
The T finally emailed back yesterday (we had asked him to wait a few days to respond, because we needed a break from thinking about everything), and even though he apologized for whatever he said that upset us, he also said he was just being "playful and friendly," as if that was always ok. He said it didn't mean that he wasn't taking the subject seriously, but it DOES mean that to us.
We were trying to talk about something difficult and sensitive, and that's not a time to be "lighthearted" or "introduce levity," or whatever he said he was doing. That's never going to be a way to strengthen our connection.
There were other things in his email that were upsetting. We had pointed out that he had been making assumptions about how things were for us, but in his email back, he said he was just "asking" and hadn't assumed anything. And that's not true. He assumed that an object and the emoji representing it were two completely different things--but they're not. One is a real thing, and the other is a symbol that represents it.
It's the middle of the night because we woke up and started crying. I don't even feel like putting in all the details right now, so this probably isn't even making sense. I'm just feeling like I'm never going to be someone who is cut out for this process. There are some things that it hurts a lot to talk about, and if I try and the person I'm talking to doesn't realize how difficult it is, I can't keep trying.
It's like he doesn't understand the concept that it can hurt to feel close to someone--it's like he thinks that feeling close is always a good thing. Well, that wasn't my experience for almost all my relationships growing up, so it's not going to suddenly change, even if he's a nice guy who doesn't want to hurt me.
The past two therapy sessions I spent so much time crying really hard there, and feeling so alone. It feels like I'm just not stable or mature enough to handle it--whatever I'm supposed to do, or be, I just can't do it or be it. It feels like the T is expecting me to be someone who I'm not and never will be.
We're just crying so much about this. We told him that we probably can't come on Friday--I can't see walking back into such a painful experience, and I don't know how to move forward from here.
Other than the time thinking about this and being so upset, the rest of our life is going ok. We managed to push our comfort zone on something a couple of times in a way that felt like a big positive change. So it's not as if therapy is damaging the rest of our life, like it did with that previous therapy.
I just don't know what to do--I thought that when we heard back from the T, he would have understood what we wrote and apologized for the different ways that he misunderstood the situation. That's what he usually does. Instead he doubled down on it being ok for him to be playful, and wondering why my reaction was so intense, and maintaining that he was just asking a question to find out more information, and hadn't been assuming anything.