As another week passes, I’m trying to take hold of the mess of feelings that are overcoming me. Where to start? What is the most pressing?
My aunt’s funeral was yesterday. It was a beautiful sendoff to her, a tribute to her life and all of the things she was. I listened to each eulogy with tears running down my cheeks. It was harder than I expected it to be; this whole loss has hit me so much harder than I ever expected.
We did the funeral at the funeral home, then attended the gravesite for a final goodbye, and then it was off to the repass for some food. I sat with my cousin and her friend and we chatted for most of the time.
Afterwards, I went out with a friend. We did a little retail therapy at the bookstore (my favorite place) and then went out for an appetizer, dessert, and a drink. As we were driving in the dark, we passed the funeral home again and then drove by the cemetery. It was just on our way, not anything that was planned, but it reignited the grief in my gut. By the time I got home, I was feeling really unsettled about the fact that we’d just left my aunt at the cemetery and that her body was resting in that casket 4 feet down in the ground.
Obviously, this is how death works. But I remember feeling the same way when my grandfather died too. Their bodies are just a shell of what was once there, but I have difficulty resolving that thought in my brain. It feels cruel to leave them behind.
Even as we were at the funeral home waiting for them to ready the casket for the funeral procession, right after our last goodbyes, I struggled to right my mind to the fact that my aunt wasn’t there with us. It just felt so wrong. Our family was fractured, incomplete. It would never be whole again.
Let’s be real, it hasn’t been whole since my grandmother died in 2014, and especially so since last year when my grandfather slipped away too. But something about this, made everything just so much worse.
I felt so heavy last night. I texted with my other aunt for a bit, but she wasn’t particularly comforting. I don’t know what I expected from her, it’s not like we’ve ever been super close or anything, but I think I hoped that maybe she’d hear from my words that I needed some connection and give me that. It didn’t quite occur that way. Our conversation came to a halt and I gave up, putting my phone away and going to bed.
So that’s that. The funeral is done and it’s back to life as we know it.
Work is still a shit show, but I’m not going to go there in today’s post.
Then there’s therapy. So much ebbing and flowing in therapy lately. I left on Thursday in quite a state of frustration and sadness at the realization that it’s never going to be with M what I want it to be. Never.
I think I’ve known this for awhile. My blog posts would certainly indicate that: my reservations, my lack of willingness to submit to the relationship. There have been improvements, I don’t dispute that. Moments of connection, feelings of attachment, increases in excitement to go to therapy and relief at the ability to talk about whatever. Just a few sessions ago, I felt really good about our work together. I was beginning to think I’d overcame a big hurdle.
And yet, it continues to fall short in ways that just can’t be addressed – or rather, in ways that M is not interested in changing. As much as I was riding high in the weeks prior, all it took was a conversation or two to illuminate the cracks in the foundation that I’ve been ignoring.
What do I mean by this? Well, we were discussing my last post on Monday, more specifically the part I’d written about L. I told M about how the most prominent pieces of my relationship with L were those that occurred outside the therapy room. She gave me a knowing look and asked me what I thought about that, what it meant. I don’t remember what I said to her, but I think it had something to do with how it was interesting that what I remembered most was the stuff of loose boundaries. We circled back to my internal war about whose fault the end of our relationship was: mine for being too much or hers for setting the boundary bar so low to begin with.
M was talking about how the relationship itself was such a big part of therapy to me and I’m not sure why, but it set off a new edge of defensiveness in me. I think it stung because I felt like she was telling me that the relationship was wrong. There was almost a protectiveness of L, or at least the sacredness of the relationship we shared at one point. Or maybe I just felt accused of doing something wrong.
Regardless, I felt myself pulling away from her. I said nothing though, as I often do with her when I’m feeling frustrated by something she’s said. I just continued to let her talk, absorbing some of it as we moved onto other topics.
The topic of my aunt came up and I further distanced myself when M, although she validated my pain and the difficult nature of the loss, never took the time to tell me she was sorry for it. It just felt so impersonal.
By the time session was nearly over, our conversation had stalled. She looked at me curiously. “What else?” she asked.”I know there’s something else.”
I shrugged, because while I knew I was uncomfortable I wasn’t really keen on talking about it. Nor did I really have words to put to what I was feeling. I told her as much and voiced my hesitancy to even try to discuss everything tumbling through my brain. She pressed into that a little, wondering why I was afraid to share my thoughts and when the discomfort began. I hedged, because I honestly couldn’t remember in the moment, and eventually remembered the comment about L that had bothered me. I didn’t tell her specifically that her words had been frustrating, but I did admit it was the conversation about L that had set me off.
As she continued to try to get at the heart of what was bothering me, I told her that I didn’t see the point in discussing it, because I knew what she was going to say and I knew it wouldn’t be helpful to me. And that was the truth: I knew exactly where the conversation would go. I explained to her that I knew she was very sure of how she conducted therapy, to which she nodded in agreement. So of course she wasn’t going to change just because I was unhappy with her methods.
We finished session with me confessing, for not the first time, that therapy can feel very cold to me at times. She nodded, and suggested that maybe we go there on Thursday.
I left, feeling uneasy about the direction that the conversation had taken. I hadn’t expected that at all. Over the next few days, I pondered here and there how I might approach a conversation with M on Thursday, but not much came to mind. Honestly, I wasn’t optimistic that I’d come away from any conversation feeling much better.
And so before I knew it, I was back on the couch for my second session of the week. I immediately retreated into myself. I wasn’t completely withdrawn, but as M stated at some point, I wasn’t giving her much to go off of. She kept asking “What else?” when our discussions died down and I’d shrug, as if we hadn’t left off Monday in kind of a precarious place. But she wasn’t bringing it up, so I wasn’t sure if I should either.
Still, I’m not one to mince words and I faltered under her gaze. I looked away and said “I feel like you want us to talk about what happened on Thursday.” She replied by saying something like it was up to me, which was confusing because it seemed to counter to what she’d said before I’d walked out of the office Monday. Although, in hindsight, I guess just because she’d encouraged me to talk about it didn’t mean I had to.
We talked about it, kind of. M came at it from her perspective again while I just listened and nodded. I’m blanking on what she even said. It wasn’t really anything I hadn’t heard before. I do remember her saying that because of the way my relationship with L had ended, she had been careful about the way she interacted with me. She knew she was coming at it from a place of firmer, tough love. And at some point, I can’t remember when, she also said that with all of her clients she conducted therapy in a way that discouraged an attachment at first. She was doing her best to avoid me mistaking our relationship for a friendship.
I really didn’t like what she was saying, but I kept my mouth shut. Eventually, M asked me if I had any comments, questions, or other thoughts. I still stayed silent, because honestly what was the point? She offered for me to say what I wanted to say and she wouldn’t respond to it if that would help me.
For a minute, I sat quietly, trying to gather my thoughts. I do think sometimes that M thinks I know exactly what I’m thinking or feeling and am just purposely withholding, but that’s not always the case. More often than not, I don’t have the proper words just all ready to go. It takes time to shape them into something that I feel accurately represents what’s really happening for me.
I did manage to string together some thoughts. I told her it felt like I was being punished for how my relationship with L ended and that connection, to me, was such an important part of therapy. I told her about how it felt like she was constantly asking me what she could do differently but when I would tell her what I needed, she just kept doing things the way she wanted. I told her how I didn’t want a new therapist, because I didn’t want to start over right now, but that sometimes this is still hard for me. I told her how her not saying she was sorry for my loss on Monday was hurtful.
At some point, M also brought up again how important boundaries were and I remember replying that I never said boundaries weren’t important and I wasn’t fighting that. I just needed more connection. She asked me if I wanted her to respond or not and I couldn’t make a decision. By this point, we were out of time anyway. One of the last things I remember her saying was essentially that I might not like how she operates, but she is different from J, L, and Dr. N I have to accept that. She didn’t say it so harshly, but that was the gist of what she was saying.
And so I left, again, feeling worse than when I walked in. Which was exactly what I was afraid of in the first place.
I know I’m not remembering everything about our session. I know I’m leaving things out. As I type, moments are coming back. I do know that she told me how it was brave of me to share how I was feeling despite the fear that nothing positive had come from it. She told me that her way of therapy wasn’t a form of punishment. We had also talked about how something that I felt was so connecting with Dr. N (her saying she was proud of me), was something that M stayed away from because she wanted my validation to be more internal.
The point of all this is that it highlights to me things I know I’ve been trying to ignore, things that are probably always going to bother me:
- M is purposely structuring therapy to avoid encouraging an attachment between us.
- She is not going to change the way she conducts therapy to fit what I feel I need, whether I like that or not.
That’s the truth of it. If I struggled with the “hard truths” with L, then I’m struggling massively with these truths. At least with L, I felt her care, it wasn’t something I ever questioned. It was hard for me that our relationship could never be more than that and that she had other clients for whom she also cared, but I knew on some level that I was important to her.
With M, her care does not feel so palpable. It’s hard to truly absorb, because it’s so subtle. She cares about me in that broad way therapists care about their clients, but she’s not going to be demonstrative about it.
It bothers me that there have been so many times where she’s asked what I needed from her, but then won’t give me the things I do ask for. Maybe my asks are just crossing her boundaries, but I’ve never felt it unrealistic or unreasonable to ask for more concrete ways of showing she cares or doing things to help enhance the connection.
However, if attachment is something she wants to avoid, if that’s her boundary, then I’m not going to get what I ultimately feel I need.
I think I’ve been aware of this on some level for a while, but didn’t want to admit it to myself. That’s why I’ve been actively pushing past the discomfort, hoping like hell I could feel connected on my own without her putting in her half of the work on that front. The truth is, she doesn’t want to. And to me, that’s the same as feeling she doesn’t care. I’m just a cookie-cutter client, and she’ll keep me at a distance like everyone else.
I don’t feel I need her to be my friend. I’ve seen how loose boundaries can erupt the relationship. I just want connection, I want the relationship I have with Dr. N or the one I had with J. They have/had steady boundaries and also we have/had a connection. Both things are/were true. Both things could be true here, too.
I don’t know how it changes things in therapy now. I know without a doubt that I’ll feel what’s lacking, as I already do. I’ve worked like hell to pretend I don’t, but it keeps coming back to the surface when I don’t mean for it to. The truth is that what I need and what she’s willing to provide are incongruent.
I try to tell myself that my needs are not wrong or too much. I try to tell myself that there are therapists that would be able to give me this out there. After all, Dr. N exists. J exists. L, despite her faults, exists. I try to tell myself that even though I’m not willing and don’t have the energy to search for that from someone else right now, it’s out there and I’ll find it again.
I know that on Monday I have a choice. I can go back to faking it and hope that maybe I can trick myself into believing I’m in an okay place with her for awhile. I can admit to her that she’s coming up short and how it makes me feel, knowing she’s not going to change, and just try to accept that. Or I can give up and withdraw and know for sure I’ll leave feeling worse.
I’m certainly not going to kid myself anymore. It’s too painful and gets me nowhere.
Dr. N and J have both told me in the past that maybe there’s something I can get out of this relationship even if it will never be what I want it to be. There’s something to be learned, something to be gained.
What that is, I’m not sure. But I’d like to believe it’s true. So I guess I’ll keep searching for this elusive silver lining.