I haven't been on here for a while. I was quite optimistic when I turned to EPA counseling at work when a troubling manager began to trigger me with irrational and unwarranted criticisms like my now deceased unreovered borderline mother had growing up and through the first part of my adulthood. She had been an invalidating manager, but she was ramping up the abuse to an alarming degree. I was being scapegoated and gaslit.
I was assigned a difficult therapist and asked to be assigned another one.
The second one seemed very smart and considerate and I was optimistic. But there was something about the drift of our sessions where I found myself going over so many of the intensely crazymaking moments with my mother during my life.
I wondered if I needed to do this for my own recovery and dealing with the troubling manager whom I managed to stay away from as much as possible on the job and then fortunately have had some vacation time from. Or was there something covert about the dynamic with the "nice" new therapist?
I think as the five weeks wore on the therapist became impatient with me. She was very passive, but I seemed so compelled to keep spilling events in my past. I had the sense that she couldn't hear what I was saying. At times she made comments that didn't seem to get the borderline nature of my mother's behavior. Like a one off situation, not a recurring, crazymaking pattern.
She didn't seem to want to dwell on either my relationship with my mother or the manager, which is why I contacted the organization.
I was trying to make her see how very crazymaking and demoralizing it was with someone who has so much power in your life and who can turn on you with such annihilating anger and who can't begin to do conflict resolution. Her way or the highway.
Who is so overwhelming you begin to doubt conflict resolution could be accomplished with anyone in life and you learn to keep things shallow, avoid issues, or run away when the sh*t hit the fan eventually.
I blamed myself for talking so much about the past with the therapist. I suspected she wanted to deal with current day issues in my life. Was I avoiding that? Maybe to a degree.
Was confused over myself, why I was so persistent and compulsively sharing so much history. But with our last session I realized why I kept sharing. I was desperately trying to make her appreciate the intensity of the chronic trauma.
She simply and glibly said at the end, "You and your mother were a bad match."
What?
It sounded to me like she was saying it was about mere temperamental differences that caused me so much distress from my history. After so much disclosure? That's the best she's got?
NOT THAT MY MOTHER COULD TURN INTO A FRIGHTENING ATTACKING MONSTER IN A NY MINUTE BECAUSE SHE HAD THE PERSONALITY DISORDER OF BORDERLINE PERSONALITY THAT IS CONFOUNDING TO ANYONE BUT ESPECIALLY TO A SMALL HELPLESS DAUGHTER WHOM SHE ONWARDLY CULTIVATED TO BE TOTALLY OBSEQUIOUS TO HER, TO WALK ON EGG SHELLS AT ALL TIMES!
I never fully exhaled around my mother. I think my chronic anxiety in her presence prevented it. I always had to be on red alert for her next mandate. I couldn't afford the luxury of a full exhalation in case I missed one of her cues.
Five weeks of reliving so much anguish and sharing it with this therapist and she seemed more and more quietly repelled by my earnest reciting of the traumatic events with my mother at all the developmental stages of my life than someone offering comfort and insight. She seemed a bit passive aggressive.
I felt like I was a bad girl for not anticipating what she -- the therapist -- expected from me. I also felt I was far more informed about victims of trauma than she.
I think I just kept presenting her with the crazymaking moments to try to make her see. I knew that was necessary for the sake of our therapeutic communication. But that never happened and I really didn't get it until the very end, though I see now something in me did get it since I kept trying so hard to educate her about myself and vulnerable children in my situation.
But she was someone who couldn't relate to what I was saying. Is she a mother and couldn't get it and felt defensive by a daughter taking such an angry inventory? Is she an unrecovered borderline herself? Was I a client who frustrated her by talking too much? Each week I marvelled why I was so driven to share more and more history with her.
Sometimes she would express empathy for my mother and the stress in her life. Yes, that was true of my mother. But I don't think my problems came from my minimizing the troubles of my poor mother, which seemed to be what she was suggesting. Dealing with an irrational being is not like communicating with a rational being in a certain difficult mood. It is like dealing with someone with paranoia who is beyond finding common ground with.
The stress in my mother's life is what hooked me with pity to stay in her needy and dominating thrall. To congratulate myself on being a sympathetic daughter in order to deny my actual terror of her. Scott Peck once said it is evil to titsuck from and control the same person at the same time. I needed my therapist to see my mother's condition not from episodic and justified stress, there was indeed plenty of that on her, but for my therapeutic need, from a chronic, unrecovered borderline personality disorder.
It is a lot to get. I have tried to explain the trauma to a few people in my life, including my siblings, and after spilling so much, I also get the sense that the total scope of trauma, the very continuation of it, was minimized for some reason. Some knowing my mother, the non-dark side persona she presented so that made it hard for them to grasp the dark mommy who lashed out when inconvenienced or challenged at all at me. Perhaps for my siblings, they did know or sense that dark mommy but not as directly as I, but are still fighting their own denial to a degree after all these years.
But for those neutral others ... they just can't get it, I guess. I couldn't get it the first decades of my life, and I was the actual victim!
Maybe I am reading this wrong. But I don't think so. The nice second therapist could not grasp what I was saying about the HORROR of dealing with a hair-trigger unrecovered borderline parent ... who consistently punished if my focus wasn't kept on her, and her needs were not consistently and accurately anticipated by me, which even if one tries to anticipate another's wants and needs, mind reading of another can be at times profoundly inaccurate. The punishment for failure was sustained and harsh. Part of the irrational treatment of an irrational uBPD personality. I won't tell you what I want, but you better just know it. You owe me that. And I will shame you non-stop for being such a disappointment in not understanding my needs thereafter. I will never be able to forgive you for your lapse.
At the end of the disappointing sessions I came across someone online, Anna Runkle, who calls herself the Crappy Childhood Fairy and has youtube presentations talking about recovering from C-PTSD, or more specifically what she calls childhood PTSD which she says is a subset of Complex-PTSD.
Disappointed with the invested time with the EPA therapist who didn't seem seriously committed to helping me after all, though I kept fighting to deny this week after week, I began watching some of Anna Runkle's offerings.
She spoke of neurological damage from chronic trauma growing up. She recommended doing meditation two times a day to ground oneself. She had a 20 day bootcamp of short lectures. I took the course and meditated two times a day and I think it was helpful.
I am still doing the meditations... I got a good 10 minute one off the internet that focuses on one's breathing ... and it makes sense that physiological recovery like from meditation would be helpful to the anxiety and depression provoking C-PTSD.
Runkle doesn't endorse talk therapy and I don't go as far as her with that. I am not sorry I studied why I have the symptoms I do from my history. Even reliving some painful stuff with that therapist ... even if it didn't move her... it reminded me of what I have been through and I don't think those 5 weeks were a waste of time. I was listening to me, even if she couldn't.
Runkle advises not to "ruminate" over the past and I agree with her there. She says we get dysregulated physically and emotionally and we need to get back on track to be functioning and satisfied human beings. The meditation helps that.
I realize the manager was dysregulating me with her in the face disrespect that felt to me so much the opposite treatment of what I deserved and what I earned.
I am taking another Runkle class. Following a series of short videos over a course of a few weeks. I think it is worth exploring. I go back to work on Friday. I will have some anxiety but I trust I will be sturdier with the meditations and the efforts about childhood PTSD.
I have been meaning to get back to this website. I felt some shame that the EPA counseling wasn't what I hoped it would be. Some shame that I am not further recovered in my life at this point. I was confused and wasn't sure what I wanted to say when I came back here. But I knew I needed to.
I am a survivor. I survived a therapist who couldn't get me. I will deal with a manager who is still ongoingly abusive.
I don't want to not reflect on the pain in my past at times. But I also realize I need to get my neurological damage repaired as much as possible and if meditation can help me with that, Hallelujah.
I will see.
Thanks for listening, now and earlier. And even far earlier than that. This website has gotten me through some very tough times.
Best,
Bethanny
