Posted by Karen_kay on December 23, 2003, at 11:42:18
In reply to I'm still here. (long) » Karen_kay, posted by DaisyM on December 23, 2003, at 11:00:35
It's ok that your post was long. Gives me something to do, other than what I actually need to do I guess :)
Well, he wanted me to describe my dad's appearance, as I don't actually remember the trauma in detail. I remember some instances, but nothing really indepth. Just a few occassions, but there's more to it than that. He just doesn't get that I don't want to freak out in his office. He tends to be dense like that... Anyhoo...It is so wonderful when they are soothing and gentle. Seems I can't remember the last time that happened with mine. Sure it was during our last session, but I'm mad at him, so I tend to forget the good things and just focus on the bad...
I'm SO proud of you for being honest with him about the situation. It let him know how that made you feel. Maybe it won't happen in the future, maybe it will. But, more importantly it led to a discussion of the cycle of therapy. I guess I never realized that we would get better, then regress back. I just thought that one day I would have an "Ah-ha" moment and everything would be all better. I know that isn't true, but I like to pretend. But, it makes sense that will progressing in certain areas, we'll still fall shy in others. As the hard things come out, it will cause us some anxiety. And it is important not to think we are getting worse. I guess it just boils down to trust. Trust in ourselves, as well as the therapist. And I'm not too keen on trust. :( But, I'm getting there :)
Give him the cookies, maybe it will give him a clue... about his wardrobe anyway.
I'm glad your husband is doing better. Please send my regards. My father had cancer before he died. My mother, who is a very strong woman, couldn't stand the thought of not being by his side. She cared for my father whe whole time he was ill. I admire her so much for that. I know I couldn't do it. I have so much admiration for people who can care for sick loved ones. I just know I'm not strong enough. I actually had to leave town. I was home the day he died. My mom needed help moving him and when we tried to move him he died. (This was before I realized anything I now remember from therapy... I guess this is why it is so tough to think of him in this "new light". My dad was my world growing up. Strange how things change, isn't it?)
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