I had a dream the other night about my former therapist, the one who dumped me back in 2013. It wasn’t a nightmare in that I was running from something in the dark, or anything like that. But it was a bad dream because it had her in it and it reminded me of all those feelings of rejection and abandonment. I’ve been thinking about her a lot since and it’s bumming me out.
I had therapy on Wednesday and cried about former therapist and the dream. It hasn’t stung like this in a while. It’s still the discrepancy, the idea that we’re expected to reveal all, to become completely vulnerable, to depend, to defer, to therapists and psychiatrists, yet when we are dependent we’re chastised for giving away our power, for not taking responsibility, for not being grown-ups.
I thought I had done exactly what I was supposed to do. I wasn’t the perfect client in the sense that I never bothered my therapist with anything, I was the perfect client because I gave away my power, because I learned and was trained to defer to her, to attach myself to her, to depend on her. But that’s exhausting for her and painful for me, so she couldn’t carry me anymore. She shucked me off like I was no thing.
I don’t have any friends and haven’t made any friends in years and years. I don’t know how to let people in or do the everyday chit chat without being too heavy. I either overshare or don’t share at all. Even in my oversharing, I’m not vulnerable to you. It’s an act, a behavior that I’ve learned, nothing that actually connects me to another person in a real way.
My kids will be out of the house (if they actually move out at 18) in about five years. I know it’s a long ways away, but in some ways it’s right around the corner, and suddenly I started having all these thoughts about what I was going to do. I need a plan, because an empty nest could upend me. So I have five years to get my career together and make some friends.
I think if I have goals and I make plans, that I won’t feel so lost.
It’s the 4th tomorrow and I’m not sure I’m going to do anything because I can’t imagine being around crowds right now. I like these posts I’m seeing where veterans put up signs to be courteous about the use of fireworks. I wish I could carry around a sign that says “Don’t touch me, I’m a Rape Survivor,” “Don’t Startle Me, I have PTSD,” “Don’t Be An Asshole, because I’m Sensitive,” or “Be My Friend, because the majority of my social interaction is with my kids or with mental health professionals and one day soon my kids will move out of the house and I hope to not always have to see a therapist or be on meds and I’d like to hang out with someone other than my cats.”