Today's session (Triggers)
Today was probably the most productive session I have had since I started this journey.
With my T, who I trust as much as I am able to, I have always been rather reserved. Yes, I cried a couple of times. But it was for God knows what.
Today we talked about what I felt last Thursday. And probed it a little. Just a little. But enough to find out it wasn't just what I lost, i.e., the family "traditions". It was knowing that at NO time was I safe. Anywhere. Ever. Even on holidays.
Other than one instance at the recent retreat, I have never "felt" the memories and the fear like I did today. For a few minutes, just that little boy, searching frantically for a place to hide. Or trying to be "good" so I wouldn't get hurt. Praying my mom wouldn't get drunk so he could do it. The tears were there. The real, pain filled tears.
It will sound strange to say that I think it was the best session so far. Because I realized that for the first time, I have really let my T see Mikey. Or, rather, what Mikey was back then.
On I go. Well, I guess this is recovery. And I will embrace it. To move farther away from being the helpless, silent and scared victim, to the man I want to be.
Rambling
Marc
With my T, who I trust as much as I am able to, I have always been rather reserved. Yes, I cried a couple of times. But it was for God knows what.
Today we talked about what I felt last Thursday. And probed it a little. Just a little. But enough to find out it wasn't just what I lost, i.e., the family "traditions". It was knowing that at NO time was I safe. Anywhere. Ever. Even on holidays.
Other than one instance at the recent retreat, I have never "felt" the memories and the fear like I did today. For a few minutes, just that little boy, searching frantically for a place to hide. Or trying to be "good" so I wouldn't get hurt. Praying my mom wouldn't get drunk so he could do it. The tears were there. The real, pain filled tears.
It will sound strange to say that I think it was the best session so far. Because I realized that for the first time, I have really let my T see Mikey. Or, rather, what Mikey was back then.
On I go. Well, I guess this is recovery. And I will embrace it. To move farther away from being the helpless, silent and scared victim, to the man I want to be.
Rambling
Marc