couples counseling

What fun that was! I was told that I don’t help enough around the house, which makes him feel taken advantage of. I was also told that I nag too much and that he’s scared he’ll look into my room one day and find me dead.

I don’t know how to process this. I’m devastated on one hand, but agitated on the other. It’s nice to know he cares, now, but when I’m in the deep depths of depression, I need to know then.

I’m so emotionally exhausted right now. I keep looking at my arms and wanting to shred them to pieces.

I will do it.

I start a sexual abuse therapy group next Thursday, and I am not going to lie, I could throw up with nervous anticipation. I hope that I’m ready, and stable, enough to tackle the issue of sexual abuse right now. This is an amazing opportunity that I don’t want to lose, but I am very anxious.

I haven’t even really gone in to specifics with my individual therapist yet, and here I am about to tell a room of strangers. What I’m most nervous about is the possible perceived judgment. Logically, I know that they’re not going to talk I’ll about my situation or guilt me, but my feelings say a whole other thing.

It’s time to begin the healing process. I’m sick of ignoring this issue, pushing it down because it’s uncomfortable. I’m done.

Touchy subject, no pun intended.

I saw my therapist for the first time in, well, over a month today. We briefly caught up, but ended up on a very sensitive subject for me: sexual abuse when I was a child. I still haven’t told her, in detail, what happened and I’m not quite sure why. This is a link we both share, so you’d think I would be more open to saying what happened. I think I feel an extremely large amount of guilt. I don’t think I was at fault, by any means. I was only a small girl when it happened. I think I feel guilt because I didn’t stop him and I could have. I also didn’t tell anyone about it until I was much older and in therapy. I feel guilt because there are those in this world who have suffered far worse at the hands of someone they trusted, loved, etc. and I feel like maybe I should just get over it. The logical part of my mind says this is all bullshit, but my emotions say something completely different.

We also discussed my current relationship and how I cannot be intimate because my mind won’t stop racing back to that night. Whenever we try to be intimate, which isn’t often anymore, I wince. I can’t stop my mind from racing. I keep thinking:I hope he doesn’t touch me like I was that night. When I think this, I end up ending whatever was happening. Sex is obviously out of the question at the moment until this is tackled. The amount of guilt I feel because of this is monumental. The logical part of me realizes that I’m in no type of “binding contract” to perform sexual acts for anyone unless I damn well please, but I still feel an insane amount of guilt. Self loathing, low self esteem, and guilt have been my constant negative feelings lately, coupled with stress and loneliness. It’s all too much sometimes.

We also discussed how my mom didn’t (maybe still doesn’t) believe me when I told her and how that makes me feel. I haven’t figured out if this is worse than what actually happened that night. To be told by your mother that “you must be remembering it wrong” or “he would never do something like that”. It’s a horribly invalidating experience and I feel like I can never trust her for anything. I feel so numb right now. I know that talking about it is better than bottling it up, but I don’t like the rawness I’m experiencing. I feel like crawling in bed right now for the rest of the day. I’m supposed to go to my mom’s tonight but I really don’t want to and I cannot think of an excuse to get out of it.

Being open about what happened to me has been a positive as well as a negative experience. I feel more empowered when I share with certain people and yet, I feel trapped at the same time. This is something I purposely pushed down so deep, for years, and completely “forgot” about. Now I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.

Bad thoughts

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I don’t know what to do. The one person I usually go to to talk to about these thoughts and feelings, I can’t! The reason being, the feelings and thoughts revolve around her! My therapist is the cause and center of my current dilemma and I’m at a loss as to what the fuck I’m supposed to do. My family is a dead end, my best friend tries but he just really can’t comprehend the way I need him to, and total strangers on the internet can only do so much. I feel like I’m losing my grip. I’m beginning to dissociate while driving. I’m having frequent crying spells. I’m thinking more and more about self harm. It’s like I’m about to relapse and we still have 7 more months of therapy left.

I’m trying to make myself hate her. I feel like if I can make myself mad at her, then at least it will hurt less than if I feel betrayed and let down by someone I still care for. She told me several times she’d never leave me and she’s doing just that. I thought she’d fight for me. I thought she’d devise a plan with me and we’d be trying our darnedest to fight the system and at least go out kicking and screaming. I feel so defeated. I feel like I just want to disappear.

I told her from the very beginning that I struggled with abandonment and she reassured me many times she’d never leave. lies.

7 Months. Sessions every 2 weeks. I have no say or voice in the matter. It’s non-negotiable. I sobbed and sobbed today on her couch and in my car. She tried to change the subject because she wants us to “stay on track” and keep working instead of derailing on this. I balled up my sheet of paper with my prepared notes without even showing them to her. I’m angry and hurt. I feel betrayed. I keep feeling like she’s dumping me for a new model, a less crazy and more stable model.

She doesn’t want me to hurt myself. Made me promise. Why should I promise her anything?

Meds update:

So my Topamax and Doxepin (mood and antidepressant) are staying the same. I was starting to notice heightened stress and anxiety/panic levels which were leading to OCD symptoms surfacing. I mentioned this to my ARNP and she put me back on Klonopin! Yay! I missed it so much. I finally have something to help with my crippling anxiety again instead of just breathing exercises and avoidance. This will help me get out of the house now and further get over my agoraphobia. It will also help remedy my physical issues I’ve been experiencing, like tightness in my chest and difficulty breathing. I also don’t need to start counting, picking, or pulling again.

I started the Vyvanse (this was my second day) and so far I like it. I take it when I get up each morning and it does what it’s meant to do. It generally works about 12-13 hours. I haven’t noticed any physical side effects, aside from weird visual “trails”, but that will subside, I’m sure. No jitters, no racing heart, nothing like Ritalin. It just gradually helps me with my energy level through out the day. I’m not a morning person at all and where I would normally need a nap when I get home from work, I’m perfectly fine. I haven’t tested it in regards to concentration yet. I might do that tomorrow.

I’m pleased either way so far. Medications fucking rock.

It’s been awhile/update…

It’s been awhile since I’ve written, well, anything personal, anywhere. I haven’t written here or in my journals or even on Tumblr. I actually haven’t had too much to say, which is kind of a good thing. I’ve been swamped with school and my new jobs. I’ve also been feeling so much better with my new medication combination; Ive felt stable enough that I didn’t feel the need to pour myself out onto the internet or onto paper in order to stay sane (or alive). This is all good.

I’m mainly writing this post to update but also to share a new feeling of impending doom. I know that’s somewhat oxy-moronical seeing as I just got finished saying how great I was feeling. Let me explain a bit.

I’ve been seeing my current therapist (she’s technically a grad student getting her internship hours at a local women’s help clinic) for over a year now. I hadn’t been in therapy for well over 4 years because I was unable to afford it and I was finally able to get in with this place and I’ve been lucky enough to stay with her. It was slow going at first, as many patient/therapist relationships can be. I think ours may have been slightly more difficult because she was still so new to this and I was such an unstable basket case at the time. It also probably doesn’t help that I know so much about my disorders and conditions, I could school most licensed professionals at this point.  Anyways, we’re actually quite a bit of progress right now. I am quite close to her (maybe too much, that’s a whole other messed up bag of dependency/abandonment issues) and get quite a bit out of our sessions. I was seeing her weekly up until about a month or so ago. She informed me then that there seems to be some silly rule that they’re actually not supposed to see clients long term at the women’s center and she’s done all that she can to extend it but she’s going to have to stop seeing me soon.  That’s it. There’s nothing I can do about it and apparently nothing she can do. What in the fuck?! How is that healthy for me?

Fast forward to present day. We’ve had maybe 4 sessions since I was told that we’re on limited time. We’ve started seeing each other every other week now to extend my time with her and it’s just killing me. I’m not getting what I need from our sessions and it just seems utterly fucking pointless. I feel like I have to jam as much as possible in my 50 minutes and then poof, it’s over. I don’t understand how her supervisors can possibly see this as healthy for me. I don’t see why they wouldn’t allow me to continue to see her. I pay every time I see her. I’m never late. I’ve never missed a session. I’m a great client. Why? It’s not fair. Meanwhile, I get to try to think about somehow finding someone else. There is no one else. I’ve spent the last 4 years scouring this city looking for someone I could afford and there isn’t anyone. I’m uninsured and poor. I currently pay 15 bucks a session. Who the hell is going to allow that? No one.

I’m going to be alone again. It’s scaring the shit out of me because I’m finally stable and I finally have my shit together and now I might lose it over this. Over a stupid rule that could be broken. Should be broken. I am scared I might lose my shit. Last week when I left session with her, I got into the car and broke down. I was convulsing, I was crying so hard. I came home and cried even more. I hadn’t thought of suicide in so long and my mind wandered in that direction because of this. It’s scaring me to think that I can’t survive without her. She is my rock. I have to wait until August 8th to see her again before we can talk about this. 50 minutes is not enough time to work this out. I want to talk to her supervisors and ask them why they can’t allow me to see her. Why isn’t it ok?

I know you’re probably sick of hearing about my awesome, hot therapist, but…

Today she just solidified her awesomeness, in my book at least. She shared with me something that was probably not too easy for her to share and I respect her for that, as well as love the fact that we have a relationship where she feels that she can do so.

We were playing “catch up”, since it’s been two weeks, and we covered quite a bit of ground. One major revelation was my new job and how awesome it is. It’s perfect for me, as in  it fits my personality, as well as I just needed a job. As we were discussing the details and joking about personal experiences with anti-choice protesters, she informed me that she had had an abortion in her early 20s. She went on to explain the story to me and it just further proved to me that what I will be doing is essential and needed. She told me about one of the days, in particular, when she went to the clinic, when there were protesters yelling at her.

” There were all of these men. I was furious because they were men. They have zero say in this! Zero. And they were pointing at me and yelling at me. I didn’t know what was going on. I was in pain physically and I didn’t know if I should act on my anger and confront these men or if I should ignore them and go inside. The escort came out of nowhere and swooped down, put her hand on my shoulder and walked me inside. She comforted me and made me feel safe.”

This was just amazing for me to hear. I want to do this for people. I hate that my job has to exist but I want to do a good job at it. I want to comfort people. Do I believe I’ll be out there saving lives and comforting every soul I meet? No, of course not. I just hope to be a friendly face to greet them when they may not expect it.

My therapist then proceeded to ensure me that she does not regret her decision. It’s been at least ten years and she still thinks about it occasionally but she’s moved on with her life and has put her past behind her. There was no “psychological trauma or scarring” like so many would lead you to believe.

I respect the shit out of this woman.

This beautiful, beautiful woman.

Who also likes Fleet Foxes.

A++

Tried to resuscitate, didn’t work.

therapy
I’m so confused and hurt and….and…emotional right now. I haven’t felt like this in so long. I’m a walking contradiction and it’s so very uncomfortable. I feel relief and despair at the same time. I feel yearning and yet I know it will never be.

Tomorrow is the big day. I have to be the adult. I have to be the strong one, as usual. Why are the fragile ones always the ones who have to be the strongest? Why are we always the ones who have to come forth and be the bigger person?

Where to from here? I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we get to it.

Also, can I just say this again, for the millionth time, “I love my therapist”.

Schemas, mine suck.

I found out my top schemas today and they weren’t a surprise in the least bit.

Just in case you were wondering, a schema is defined as the following:

A schema (pl. schemata or schemas), in psychology and cognitive science, describes any of several concepts including:

  • An organized pattern of thought or behavior.
  • A structured cluster of pre-conceived ideas.
  • A mental structure that represents some aspect of the world.
  • A specific knowledge structure or cognitive representation of the self.
  • A mental framework centering on a specific theme, that helps us to organize social information.
  • Structures that organize our knowledge and assumptions about something and are used for interpreting and processing information.

A schema for oneself is called a “self schema”. Schemata for other people are called “person schemata”. Schemata for roles or occupations are called “role schemata”, and schemata for events or situations are called “event schemata” (or scripts).

Schemata influence our attention, as we are more likely to notice things that fit into our schema. If something contradicts our schema, it may be encoded or interpreted as an exception or as unique. Thus, schemata are prone to distortion. They influence what we look for in a situation. They have a tendency to remain unchanged, even in the face of contradictory information. We are inclined to place people who do not fit our schema in a “special” or “different” category, rather than to consider the possibility that our schema may be faulty. As a result of schemata, we might act in such a way that actually causes our expectations to come true.

Okay, so now you know what a schema is. Which schema is affecting me the most? Abandonment, Emotional Deprivation, Pessimism, and Approval Seeking are my main schemas.

Emotional Deprivation
This schema refers to the belief that one’s primary emotional needs will never be met by others. These needs can be described in three categories: Nurturance – needs for affection, closeness and love; Empathy – needs to be listened to and understood; Protection – needs for advice, guidance and direction. Generally parents are cold or removed and don’t adequately care for the child in ways that would adequately meet the above needs.

Abandonment/Instability
This schema refers to the expectation that one will soon lose anyone with whom an emotional attachment is formed. The person believes that, one way or another, close relationships will end imminently. As children, these clients may have experienced the divorce or death of parents. This schema can also arise when parents have been inconsistent in attending to the child’s needs; for instance, there may have been frequent occasions on which the child was left alone or unattended to for extended periods.

Approval-Seeking/Recognition-Seeking
This schema refers to the placing of too much emphasis on gaining the approval and recognition of others at the expense of one’s genuine needs and sense of self. It can also include excessive emphasis on status and appearance as a means of gaining recognition and approval. Clients with this schema are generally extremely sensitive to rejections by others and try hard to fit in. Usually they did not have their needs for unconditional love and acceptance met by their parents in their early years.

Negativity/Pessimism
This schema refers to a pervasive pattern of focusing on the negative aspects of life while minimizing the positive aspects. Clients with this schema are unable to enjoy things that are going well in their lives because they are so concerned with negative details or potential future problems. They worry about possible failures no matter how
well things are going for them. Usually these clients had a parent who worried excessively.

Am I surprised by these? No. Do they hurt. Yes, they still hurt. Each of them describes my childhood to a “T”. I wasn’t abused as a child. I wasn’t necessarily neglected, in the traditional sense, but I was in the emotionally damaging sense. Everything that happened to me in my childhood, including my teen years, has made me the hot mess I am today. While I agree that many have been through far worse and have come out just fine; it’s the fact that I am genetically predisposed to be more sensitive that has made my upbringing that more painful for me.

It sucks to know you’re defective and it can be so easily summed up in little paragraphs. While it’s a comfort to see that there is some sort of therapy available to help, I’m very doubtful (pessimism) and concerned. I still need therapy to deal with ongoing issues each week but we have to focus on schema therapy instead.

I feel like a big part of me is being ignored. I feel alone again. These are parts of me that I knew to be, me. I didn’t think they were fixable. I thought I was one big mistake, one big problem. While I am trying to remain hopeful, it’s still a lot to process right now. I have so much going on in my life. I have so much going on in my brain. While I had convinced myself that I was fighting BPD and tried to learn all I could about that, it turns out it’s so much bigger than that. BPD is just a part of a bigger monster. I feel like I’ve been fighting for years now, and I have. For ten years, I’ve been fighting each day to stay alive and it’s draining the little bit of life out of me. I don’t know how much more fight I have left in me.