Shifting Gears In Therapy

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April 20

So, therapy with Elle has been ticking along for several months now. We get on well – I think- and have had some really lovely sessions when I have been brave enough to bring stuff to her. Unfortunately, a lot of the time I get spooked before I even get in the room and so frequently end up talking a lot about mind-numbing shit in my day-to-day life whilst I try and figure out if she's safe or, rather, if I am safe with her. I think I am…but my system is going to take some convincing after recent therapies.

I feel like there's a part of me that is constantly seeking out the really 'deep' connection with Elle (you know the stuff that's the therapy equivalent of a class A drug – seriously addictive stuff) and so feel kind of bleurgh when we actually just have a really 'fine' time. It's hard to explain. I guess part of me experiences such a lot of emotional intensity outside the room, and does such a lot of thinking, that it doesn't know what to do with every day maintenance kind of sessions.

There's nothing at all wrong with these sessions, they're a world away from dissociation and painful hell that I used to experience with Em, but I guess, it just feels 'not enough' – particularly to the parts of me that long to be seen and held. Another part of me knows, though, that we are still really getting to know each other – it's going to take time. Steady, consistent, 'in my window of tolerance' sessions are probably exactly what I need even if it feels like I have a dam on the verge of bursting behind my cool exterior.

Part of the problem is that I am really fucking good at only showing the parts of me that I think are palatable (and together)! But then, recently, I had a moment where I thought, 'that's really boring' – and actually I suspect Elle would rather be let more fully into my inner world, to see its complexity, rather than be bored shitless listening to me moan about stuff that is actually boring the shit out of me when I say it, too.

Ooohhh…it's funny – I've always feared being left/abandoned for being 'too much' but then I became really aware of maybe being left/abandoned for being 'not enough' (again!) - like I've become 'Mrs Dull and Boring'. I don't think that would happen (Elle ending because I'm boring her!) but I know what it's like feeling like you're watching paint dry with someone and I know I much rather be with someone down in the depths rather than paddling, barely getting my feet wet. I would like to think she'd feel the same.

However, what I will say, is that I am really aware that I can't force this stuff with Elle – not because of her but because of me – all of the mes (I am so desperate to put an apostrophe on there for how it looks!). I am going to have to go at the pace that my system will allow – even if that means sometimes feeling frustrated or like parts of me are in hiding.

It makes total sense that it's slow-going because I feel like I am just about holding myself together since the Anita catastrophe and need to be especially careful not to trigger any landmines and blow myself up. I am very aware of how precariously balanced my 'coping' is especially with the really active suicidal thoughts over Christmas. After what's happened with the Em, Anita, and Hannah it's easy to feel like the situations I have ended up in are a 'me' problem and I am super conscious of not wanting to be 'too much' for Elle. I need Elle right now so let's not fuck that up RB.

For a long while I have been trying to figure out what Elle thinks and feels – as I say, trying to gauge what is safe to bring. She tells me what she's feeling about sometimes – usually if I ask. I am pretty sure she thinks that having told me that I am 'delightful' among other nice compliments and giving several reassurances, alongside being consistently 'there' and warm that I must KNOW, by now, that she likes me and that it is safe with her.

Ha! You'd think! But, sadly, not! This is me and my system…I'm the one who literally spends the beginning of every session like it's our first. Who is this woman (today)? Is it ok? I just can't hold onto Elle in my mind at all from week to week. Big whoop for my object permanence skills - not! It's fucking tragic. But, actually, recently I realised that so much of how I view Elle in the room is filtering through the lens of where I am at. If I feel anxious and insecure I'll be looking super hard for her seeming far away or disconnected… and I'll convince myself that's what's happening - when actually she's not either of those things.

I can't always realise this in the moment but oftentimes after a session if I listen back, I hear things in a different way, and this is really helpful. Basically, things are never as disastrous as I might feel. In fact, it's all pretty good. I just don't feel it in the moment – and this is actually because so many parts aren't allowed out. It's those parts that are having a horrible time because they aren't getting seen and so for them these sessions are completely disconnected and painful. I am starting to figure a way round this…again.

Still, one of the very good things about Elle (and there are plenty) is that can read… and gets exactly what I am saying when I share something with her in writing. I realise, now, how much of a hindrance that was with Anita. I communicate best in writing – ha! – and so having a therapist that was so severely dyslexic that she couldn't really read my stuff meant I either didn't say what I wanted or had to record a voice note – ugh. It is actually really freeing to be able to have a bit of a meltdown and write and then share it with Elle knowing that even if I can't bring stuff into the room right now it can at least be expressed and then make it in later – I can forewarn Elle about the state of things and give her a really clear heads up.

Elle and I have a reasonable amount of outside contact, and this goes some way to alleviating the anxiety I feel between sessions. I only see her once a week and it's quite an adjustment going from two sessions that bookend the week with Anita to this. We do a ninety-minute session and, honestly, this is sooooo much better than an hour for me because … well… *waves hands desperately* this is how I am. But I still find Fridays pretty rough, and I think actually I might see if Elle and I can figure out some way of officially checking in then to make the panic a bit less.

I've sent a few 'big' emails over the time we've worked together outlining some of the huge stuff so haven't kept her completely in the dark. I have found whenever I have given Elle the map she's responded in a helpful and holding way – she writes really thoughtful replies and says what feels like the right thing in the room – as I say, it's really just a case of my system being VERY reluctant to completely let go and trust given everything that's happened in my previous therapies. It's not surprising. It's just kind of disappointing to be in this place after so many years of counselling – and actually so much of the damage being caused by therapists rather than my actual life events.

I've been seeing Elle since August – after it all went to shit with Hannah, after it all went to shit with Anita, after it all went to shit with Em! I feel like I have the therapist version of a Russian doll stack! Ha. It's not funny, though.

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I really like Elle, like really like her. I feel like she is actually really steady and safe. I feel like she is present and authentic. We seem to have a lot of similar interests which is nice – obviously it's not essential, but after Em and her total closed book thing until the day she waxed lyrical about Brexit and outed herself as a tory it's nice to know that Elle and I have these common interests and reference points.

Anyway, there are two sessions that felt like turning points in our therapy and as much I would like to write in detail about the last several months, I don't have time – but these, I want to share over the next few posts.

Years ago, when my dad died I saw a therapist who was keen on activities – sand tray, drawing etc and actually sometimes I found doing things that didn't revolve around me just sitting rigid and intellectualising my way through a session really helpful (because you know that's what I do a lot of the time, right?). In all the years I worked with Em, she never once tried anything like that with me. She was firmly rooted in her seat and I sat in mine – like a good girl. Anything abstract or conceptual fell on deaf ears…oh my god the fucking pebble!!

With Anita it was different – we were more in touch, connected. We weren't on opposite sides of the room once I mentioned how much I hated it. The physical touch stuff was really helpful. Reading stories was fab for the young parts. But we rarely did any of that abstract exploratory work – well never, actually. I'd kind of forgotten that there was this side of therapy tbh.

Anyway, in November there was a day where I was just feeling totally off. I still went to my session but I think it was maybe the first time I let my guard down a bit and didn't perform the RB that Elle had gotten used to. Rather than fill the silence I just didn't talk. I guess I let her see that maybe I wasn't completely ok. I dunno.

Anyway, after about ten minutes Elle asked me if I would like to see her button tin. It pulled me from wherever I was, and so I said, "sure".

Now, between Elle's seat and mine is a low table with an edge - I actually hate that fucking table as it feels like a massive barrier between us but that day it was useful. Elle tipped out hundreds of buttons onto the table and spread them out in a circle around the outside. She told me the collection had come over years and years and she could remember whose clothes the various buttons had come off as far back as her grandmother. The range of shapes and sizes and textures of buttons was impressive.

I moved from the sofa and sat on the floor and Elle did the same. I'm guessing a lot of you have done an activity like this before, Elle asked me to find a button that represented me. I finally found one after lots of rooting around. It was black and broken in half and so sharp that I said you could use it as a weapon. I then asked Elle which button might represent her? I think she was momentarily shocked, but she poked around in the pile and found a lovely silver embossed kind of bead/button. I commented on how our button selves change periodically, and she smiled. She said this one was definitely her today, but yes we do change.

Anyway, I think the general premise of this activity is to find different buttons that may represent parts of you, or maybe important people in your life/relationships and to talk them through. I didn't do this. Instead, I found a range of beautiful buttons that all fell along a blue/turquoise/silver colour palette and placed them in a pile nearish to Elle's button. My black, broken button stayed way over on my side of the table.

We talked about all sorts of stuff but mainly about the actual buttons. I would periodically hand really lovely ones to her, and she would take them look at them. This was really the closest we had ever got to touching one another in the three months we'd been working together, and this activity felt really intimate and connected – I felt way less self-conscious in that session than I had done previously. Perhaps I showed a little more of the vulnerable self.

Anyway, it all felt so nice but then I clocked time was ending and, honestly, I just didn't want to go and I think I dissociated a bit. Elle noticed. She said that in all the years she's been a therapist that no one had ever invited her into their button circle, I think I probably blushed a bit – I couldn't imagine not wanting my therapist to be alongside me in that, I needed to know who she was in order to show who I was. She thanked me for engaging with the task for so long and just as we were about to stop, I slid my black, broken button all the way across the table and put it next to hers.

I know that sounds like a nothing thing, but honestly that was an act of total courage and vulnerability on my part. A signal that I don't want to be distant, and contained… I want to move closer. She said that I was a gift of a client and told me some stuff about how she experiences our time together and how she feels towards me. It felt like a completely different space to what we had inhabited up until this point. That session felt like it was about us, and our relationship, and our work together and it was so … exactly what I had needed.

We talked a bit more and as I stood up to leave, Mrs Brave came out of nowhere and asked if I could have a hug…

Elle said that of course I could have a hug, and honestly it was just lovely. She gives very good hugs, and she didn't let go for ages, well actually I let go first, then pulled her back again and she giggled, in fact, she said something about a hug needing to be at least forty seconds to even work and so I didn't feel like a needy, too much person…it just felt nice. And huge. And a turning point.

As I say, we've had some great moments on top of good moments and have been steadily creating something that feels solid. We laugh together a lot…which is nice…because I think I sometimes have a bit of a random sense of humour.

Anyway, it all went quite massively to shit almost immediately after the 'buttons' session – because of course it did. I guess the next session being back to 'normal' felt off but also, and fuck me, the six degrees of separation thing is just the absolute fucking pits, isn't it? In that week between buttons and the next session a friend of mine had posted something up online of a performance they had done. Elle had told me she was doing something similar in that last session and low and behold, I could hear Elle laughing on the video my friend had posted. In fact, as I found out, it was Elle that had filmed my friend. I can't even believe it. Like, why????

My instant reaction to the video was huge jealousy and sadness. Like how fucking unfair that my friend gets to spend time with Elle doing fun things… and I don't. And, I totally get it, the intimacy in the therapy room is different and like gold at times, and she's not my friend, but ugh… just ugh! So that set me off! I felt thoroughly shutdown in the next session – but I don't think it was massively obvious until the end because False Adult is so good at taking the reins and creating a smoke screen!

I left that session and felt like utter shit, though. Like proper crumbling into pieces. I decided to message Elle and ask if she had any availability for another session – huge act of bravery - and her response just triggered the absolute shit out of me. Basically, she said that being like that in session was fine and something about how it's learning to self-regulate and not to worry, and didn't offer to see me– looking back at it it's not terrible but for the part that had been so vulnerable in reaching out to get what felt like a body slam and rejection was just hideous. Ohhh yikes. Red rag to angry teen there. I replied with something to clarify and how bad disconnection feels and I got this back:

OK, so rather than trying to end the feeling of disconnect or the struggle, maybe think about if that has words or a specific fear attached to it. Is there an idea or story about what will happen if you stay disconnected?

I'm still going to be there - same place, same time, next week - and you can tell me anything you figured out then.

I just felt thoroughly let down. And, you know, it's not even bad is it? But it just felt like she totally didn't get it and that she just didn't care…but then of course my short to the point messages don't really show the extent of what's underneath and so Elle is only working with what she sees – and up until that point I've been quite a closed book. She wouldn't know what my system would do.

My whole system went wild…and out came the splurge self…and a fucking massive email!

BRACE POSITIONS!

I don't think you'll believe the response that triggered in me and I don't even really know what to say. You don't need to read this until Tuesday – it's long – and probably makes no sense as it was written at 2am…couldn't sleep. x

Sometimes I just need a person. Sometimes it gets so dysregulated inside that I can't ground and instead dissociate. Yesterday, when I was with you, I was ramming my fingernail into my palm, and I couldn't feel it at all. Sometimes I am present enough to ground – and have one foot in the shit and one foot in the here and now but sometimes it feels impossible, and I just disappear. And I get that it is ok – on a level- but actually being trapped in that is hideous. I feel disconnected from myself and you, and it just spirals really badly. The longer I am stuck in that space the more I feel like I am being left/abandoned even if that's not what is happening.

I think you think that just sitting in it proves that it's fine to be however it is in the moment and that you are there still regardless. However, sitting in that feels a bit like the still face exercise – internally it's an absolute shit show and so it feels horrid because I need to know you're actually with me and I can't feel it at all. Checking in or soothing or telling me you are with me still - or whatever it is that you think is so bad and unhelpful would help me regulate – co-regulation when it's like that is what I need. Although you probably think it's what I want and not what I need. But self-regulation in that moment feels like you're asking a toddler to do algebra when it's only capable of counting to ten…with a few numbers missing along the way.

I think last week you wanted me to either map out some stuff about significant relationships in my life or let you see what my internal dynamics and relationship to different parts of myself is with the buttons - and I did a brilliant job of avoiding that because right now that isn't what feels important – although I guess the inner system would be. You said that no one had ever asked you to be in their button circle and right now that's what I am trying to figure out. I'm trying to understand what is going on between us. Like there's a part of me that really wants to connect with you but the moment that comes up I feel myself start to disappear because it feels dangerous on a level but then feeling disconnected is equally as triggering. I can't win but I absolutely do want to let you in and feel closer to you but that also feels exposing and risky because that opens up space for you to hurt me…and frankly I just don't think I'd survive that right now.

Remaining disconnected and in the struggle like you've suggested, is fucking exhausting and triggers my nervous system. It literally makes me feel sick. I seem to spend a lot of the time trembling at the moment, and I know that this only happens when things are really bad. Not trying to end that feels like … self-harm, really. Not only that, it leaves space for the critical part of me to take root. My inner critic is a sadistic fucker. I know that ultimately it is the biggest protector I have and thinks it's doing me a massive favour by relentlessly telling me that I am stupid, too much, unlovable, and that I must be a complete moron to even try to do therapy again. Like can't I see the evidence that people leave because of me? I can't believe I'm going to quote Taylor Swift (don't judge!), but it feels like, "It's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me" and that's sort of stuck after recent events.

It's like I have a minibus full of traumatised parts of various ages all kicking off in various ways and screaming. In those moments I don't have an observer self and just get hijacked. This is what it's been like. And it's not even like there is a steady slip into that where I can do something to stop it happening or catch myself early. It's like one minute I am here and the next I'm not and I can't get out of that on my own – not really.

Over the years I've identified eight different parts of the system that sit outside my adult self (and even there, I suspect/know there are quite a few aspects to that self). At the moment, though, I keep dropping into this really desperately sad three-year-old part. It's always the same, the scene never changes. She is standing in a grey wasteland with her back to me – it's eerie and scary and cold and just really awful. Sometimes if I am able to remain in my observer self, I can see her but I can't seem to bridge the gap between because it's like I am stuck behind glass. There's no hope of soothing that part because I can't reach through to her. Other times, though, I feel like I am locked in that little body stranded and alone on the wasteland and I can't get out of it – which is what happened yesterday.

I really need to feel/remain connected in the moment when I am with you because I struggle so much outside the sessions. My brain is super quick to lean into the narrative that you are pissed off with me, I'm too much, and that something bad is going to happen even when there isn't evidence for it. Disorganised attachment is the gift that keeps on giving. I'm gutted because I really thought that this wasn't a thing anymore because for such a long time I felt secure – or a secure as I have ever felt with A…and then it just collapsed, and I feel like I am back at square one trying again to find a way to not let this pattern dictate how I experience people/relationships but I guess it's not surprising I feel like this now.

You asked if there is there a story and a fear around staying disconnected? Umm how many would you like to hear?... because there's plenty, but perhaps the most relevant right now would be the ones related to therapeutic relationships going tits up. Ultimately, fear of the effect of disconnection is closely tied to feelings of rejection and abandonment because they're all stops along the on the same track.

I think this feels so bad right now because I am not out the other side of what's happened with Anita. It's still live and so I am already nose deep in the shit of the reality of this story I tell myself. The impact the 'disconnection' but not 'end' I have experienced with Anita has completely derailed me. I feel like I am literally in survival all the time. The house is still on fire. [this is referencing a previous email] And there's a part of me that feels like what's happened there must be my fault because why else would she behave like this? And then I wonder if you're perhaps consciously keeping your distance because you essentially think you've got a fucking disaster zone in front of you…and I get it. Part of me is trying to go with the narrative that this is about the container but mostly it just feels rejecting.

It's six months this week since I saw A…and a month since she chose to ignore my message and ghost me. I can't even… and I have no idea what to do about it now. Like I literally have no idea what to do about it. I really hoped there'd be some kind of resolution by now but I have to find a way of moving through it without her input.

Christmas break is imminent, too, and this time of year is never easy but it doesn't feel safe because of what happened with Em. I guess maybe it's exacerbated because I happen to be going abroad like I did the year it all disintegrated with her. And whilst that shouldn't mean anything - I think my brain is terrified of the pattern repeating. I left feeling disconnected and dysregulated in December 2019 but told myself that I was being stupid and that of course it would be ok because why wouldn't it after so many years?…and then boom – ending in January. So, the idea of remaining in this disconnected state now feels… horrific, actually.

And I get that both those relationships were long term and I barely know you so it seems crazy that any of this feels this massive or intense – but the smallest thing now is like lighting a touch paper into all that gone before because I am so sensitised to feeling like I'll be left, abandoned or rejected...and all that stuff sits neatly on top of the core wound which is the stuff with my mum. Like I really knew that this wasn't going to be easy but I didn't think it would be this hard either.

And as much as I am really trying to fight against all that when I have so many different internal narratives at once it's hard to hang onto any sense of being ok or safe because I actually don't really know how you feel because you don't tell me. Like I felt like last week was quite a big shift into something different and then yesterday it felt like we were a million miles apart and it felt like being held at arm's length because that's what I read into silence. And I think this is probably me and my wonky brain but … fuck, it's so tiring.

There's a part of me that just thinks, "Fuck it – just give up!" but I don't want to because … I am hoping that this can actually work – but regulating my system feels like an impossible task.

November has always been a crap month emotionally. It always takes me by surprise and it's only really afterwards that the dots join up and I figure out why I feel like I am flatlining. I think it's been particularly hard this year, partly because everything seems to have so spectacularly disintegrated in the here and now as well - although not for the same reason… and so my brain has decided to serve me up a double dose of feeling isolated, unsafe, *more of the crap*. It's all too familiar. Relationships feel dangerous.

The other week I was really conscious of feeling really just not ok – I mean it's all on a continuum at the moment but I realised the timing of it tied into what happened when came out in November when I was seventeen having had a friendship end (you know the one where you have feelings for them so it's way bigger than that). I had finally let this person know about some really vulnerable stuff around my eating disorder – which was huge after hiding it for two years. She decided it was too much, threatened to tell my parents, and then disappeared which was horrific, and I don't think I ever really got over that acute feeling of being rejected for being *almost* completely myself and trusting her with something so vulnerable.

It's not like she was a teen either, she was twenty-five. And then this reminded me of something that happened with Em when I told her about the extent of the problems I was having with eating and exercise – and she told me that we'd have to end if I didn't go to the GP.

To add insult to injury, when I came out, I lost my friendship group all bar two people overnight. I used to walk into rooms at college and it would go silent, people would stare and then do that coughing a word/phrase thing "fucking dyke" or generally something else offensive and so it was really awful because I had been popular across lots of different groups – chameleon skills – although clearly not actually liked for who I was – even if my sexuality is only one part of my identity.

Not long after my best friend also ghosted me but not before writing me an 'honest' letter first. We'd been out clubbing on my eighteenth birthday, and I'd kissed a girl which was AMAZING. My friend wrote me a letter the next day and said she couldn't be my friend anymore because now that she'd seen what it actually meant for me to be gay rather than just a concept, it made her feel physically sick and she would never see me in the same way. So that was pretty shit.

It's all historical but I think that right now it almost like I'm experiencing multiple layers of disconnect simultaneously through different parts of my internal system – so my seventeen-year-old self is having a shit time but so are most of the young parts, in a different way, because of what's happened with Anita.

And I really get the need to learn to self-regulate but historically self-regulating has looked liked shutting down, keeping everyone out, leaning into self-harm and an eating disorder and I know that none of that has never done me any good but is highly effective.

It feels like all the years I have been trying to recoil the spring in a different way and approach things differently has been totally wiped out and the spring wants to flip back to its original form because on a level it is safe and known – only it's not really safe and I do know that. So, I've been swimming, and sleeping and breathing and all the self-care things but it hasn't helped, really.

Reaching out instead of going inward yesterday was difficult because my instinct is to hide or run away instead. It felt vulnerable and exposing but sometimes when it feels like that, I know that actually I can't do it all on my own and I need a person. It's about co-regulation. And I think you think that doesn't help, or reassurance is just fostering dependence or something. But to be told essentially to tough it out and think about what's going on feels pretty crap when the landscape feels like it's blowing up.

I already know what's going on and why – and all the stories and fear behind being disconnected. And that's why I reached out because sitting in this for any length of time feels utterly unbearable and it's not like it serves me up any new understanding of what's going on – because I get it already. But the knowledge of what's playing out doesn't seem to make it any easier to endure. I told you I had the Dead Sea Scrolls decoded – and I don't doubt there are other bits I haven't fully got the meaning of yet, but largely I understand the story.

Reaching out feels fucking dangerous because I already have the narrative of being left, abandoned, rejected because what I want/need is too much for the other and so getting that response feels like it confirms that. I know you wouldn't ever want it to come over this way but to part of me, at least, it feels punitive and punishing. It feels like you're asking me to do an exercise in stress tolerance…

I think I am so used to feeling a lack of care that part of me is always expecting it. And I really get that this, to you isn't about a lack of care – it's probably something about encouraging me to try and hold stuff for myself because I am strong enough to do that…or something like that. But this refusal feels like a rejection and also like you don't really see me…or perhaps you do and that's why and you want to keep your distance. And my brain has a wonderful capacity to switch into worst case scenarios – but then it's not really surprising as worst case has happened quite a bit.

Disconnect, on a level, feels like annihilation – and I get for adult me it's not. Like I will continue to limp through my life until I collapse. But how my system experiences it is so different and it's so dysregulating. I was really struggling last week even before the absolute colossal shit show that was my weekend and there was a tonne of stuff that I wanted to talk to you about.

So, you might be there next week – and I get that is meant to be reassuring but it doesn't feel it. Whether I will be there or not largely depends on how vocal and persuasive these protective parts get and, alongside that, how much shame and embarrassment rises up from having reached out and then it landing like this because I already want to crawl into a hole and die.

I get what you're trying to do here, I think, and I also know what my protective parts are trying to do. Sometimes I can get these gate keepers to stand down and listen to me and other times I am locked in a fucking prison of my own making.

I don't suppose any of this makes any sense because my brain is in a complete mess and I don't really have the words – I just know how it feels...which is pretty fucking shit.

So, yeah, this was a nice 'welcome to my world, Elle' wasn't it?

The next session was really great. Giving Elle insight into the behind-the-scenes version of me allowed her to really respond. She apologised for what had happened and said she had no idea that was what was going on. She said she wouldn't want me to feel like that at all. And then later in the session was when she told me that she thinks I am "delightful" which is really fucking nice. So, yeah, there's been lots of good. And I feel kind of shit that this blog has fallen so far by the wayside as actually there's such a lot I would have liked to have said.

Other than the very first session I had with Elle I have never brought up what's happened with Anita. Although it's come up in a few emails (of course). But largely there's been a massive block from talking about it face-to-face. I think it's to protect myself from feeling the pain of what's happened which is enormous, and on another level to avoid judgement from Elle. She has never given me any indication that she would judge me negatively, but this is the legacy of what's happened with Anita…and the other Russian dolls.

I think there's been a part of me, too, that didn't want to scare Elle off by being 'too needy' and telling her the finer details of what went on in the therapy with Anita just in case she panicked and ran! I think I wanted to establish the relationship between us first, and I guess sort of prove that I am not a total fruitcake before wading in and showing her the really vulnerable stuff.

I've sent Elle some blog posts about the 'Anita Saga' so it's not like she doesn't know about the cuddles and stories and elephant etc –I just feel like I keep what she does know in a particular compartment of my mind so that I can go see her and pretend like I am not some nutter with major attachment issues and a broken heart. It's funny, though, because I compartmentalise all the vulnerable stuff that I have shared I really forget that Elle actually knows. And having just found that email to her…

Oh my god, she KNOWS it all!!!

She must be wondering what the hell is going on in sessions? Where is the person that sends emails about high anxiety and panic and attachment stuff and our relationship? Because she rarely shows up in the room!

Well, that all changed recently.

What with all that health shit, things have felt really precarious, and it's triggered no end of anxiety – like a 13/10 rather than the usual 8/10 everyday level. Part of that has manifested in me having terrible nightmares with Elle or Anita in. That old chestnut! It's been really upsetting, and whilst I know it's just my brain feeling anxious it's hard when you go to therapy to put that fear to one side especially when the therapy is relatively new…is 8 months new?!! I would so easily have been able to tell Anita that she had hurt me in a dream and yet I am still in the place where I feel a bit weird even telling Elle I've dreamt about her...because CRINGE.

I'm sorry that this is jumping around -there is so much to say!

Anyway, a few weeks ago I emailed Elle the night before the session telling her, what I thought was quite big stuff about how I was feeling – and she didn't reply. Now, usually, if I send that kind of message, she responds with something really helpful and holding - because she gets me better now! With hindsight, I know that the way I phrased the start of the message didn't make it clear that it was a 'now' problem and it really did seem like 'for tomorrow' in session and could wait. Of course, my system didn't deal with the lack of reply very well and I felt really upset going to my session, in fact, I almost didn't go.

I felt so bad when I arrived that I dissociated and couldn't even talk for about ten minutes. This is not something that really happens with Elle, like maybe I'll check out a bit here and there but it's not common…so this was BIG. I felt like I was in freeze. However, despite my protectors doing their best to shut down, there was a little part that just would not let itself be hidden… this is new!!

Rather than being stuck, frozen in my isolated misery, I looked up, looked at Elle, made eye contact (whoa!) and asked Elle if I might have a hug. Now, this isn't completely new, as I said we do tend to have a hug as I leave and that is lovely – but we all know that a goodbye hug is not the same as a hug hug when you don't have to peel yourself away and leave immediately – and I already probably hang on for way longer than is normal then!

Elle got up from her chair and asked me whether I would like a stand up or sit-down hug. I shuffled over on the sofa and she sat beside me and folded me into the most lovely snuggle. My system relaxed for the first time in ages (like since Anita and I were ok which is nearly a year ago now) and I just didn't move for 75 minutes (!). We talked about childhood memories, and she sang me a song that her mother used to sing her. It was just so fucking perfect and needed at that particular time. It felt like maybe my caginess has not been necessary, actually. Maybe Elle has been there the whole time and just waiting for me to come to her.

It was so nice to fully rest and be. No protectors, no rigidity, no fear. I just felt so completely safe and like I could finally breathe. Elle's heartbeat was regular and steady, she smells lovely (although I already knew this), and the physical touch instantly regulated my completely dysregulated system. The sad thing is, I know exactly what I have been missing for all these months but until I was there in that moment, I didn't realise just how heavy it has been carrying this weight for so long.

That little part that wanted the hug that day has been patiently watching and waiting since November, hoping that this would/could happen. There's a lot of longing in that child part. But actually, adult me just really needed to be close too.

Anyway, it felt so nice that week between the sessions…I felt more settled than I have felt in a really long time – that is, until a couple of days before the next session when the panic kicked in:

What if it's a one off?

What if she thinks I am weird?

What if I get the boundary talk?

It didn't take long for me to start to unravel once I started turning that over in my head. So, of course, when I arrived at the session I was looking and hoping for some kind of sign or reassurance that the previous session hadn't been weird for Elle, and that it was ok. Because, you know, SHAME is a fucking bastard. But it didn't come. I think this is because Elle must think, 'If I wasn't ok with a hug I wouldn't do it' and so therefore it must be ok, right? But the thing is, I literally didn't let go for 75 minutes – that is a massive cuddle by anyone's standards…

I can't remember what I spoke about that session but suffice to say I was back onto 'Mrs Dull and Boring'. Or just a different me.

I left feeling quite unmoored even though we had ended with a hug.

I realise now, that I really need to bring this stuff up when possible, because when I finally did pluck up the courage to ask, it was clear that Elle was in no way weirded out by me. Like totally not at all.

This is super long – fuckkkkkk – sorry!! -so I'll end her and then pick up the rest very soon!

I hope that everyone is hanging in there. Take good care of your gentle souls x