A little while ago I wrote about a commuication issue with my therapist. I had emailed her ( at her request) and she didn't reply. I was very pissed of to put it mildly, so we discussed it at our next session. And it started the weirdest couple of sessions. Strange things happened to both of us when we tried to commuicate, my internet crashed and I had to go to a friends house. She spilt water on her laptop and had to wait for it to dry out. So we sorted that out.
We also discussed the fact that in some of our session both of us seemed to be more in tune with the younger part of ourselves and we were playing more than working, because I'm sitting in the theraphy room listening to myself talk and I'm thinking WTF am I saying, I am acting like a 5 year old. The dynamic in the room kept changing.
So there was a lot of "mad" stuff going on but at least we had sorted the commuication stuff. Or so I thought.
I journal a lot and I found that durning the session I would have things I wanted to say but for some strange reason I would not be allowed to say them, it was if a part had taken over. So the email allows us access to information that I cannot verbalise and my T is astounded at how I describe how I cope and how her lack of reply affects me and my inner children. So the emails are very important.
But again this week she didn't reply for almost 24 hours and my inner child went ballistic, until she called me in person to apologise, there had been a family emergency and she didn't see the email. My inner child settled, but I wrote about how I went from being an emotional wreck to ya I'm fine once she made contact. This was huge for me because it was the first time I admitted to being vulnerable ( mother daughter issue).
The final part of this post is my acceptance that our theraphy hour had become 3 D, that is both of us have connected on a subconscious level and we are picking up vibes and feeling of each other.
Has anyone else gone through anything like this. And just to be clear I am not talking about me thinking my T is the bees knees, I'm picking up on her childhood issues.