After my MD put me through a heart cath, to assess whether my symptoms were a heart attack -- they weren't, I have a healthy heart -- she told me to find someone to help me understand panic attacks/anxiety. I visited the campus counselor... and she described two people, saying that I would probably get along with T1, because she was artsy, hippie-dippy, new age-y, like this counselor assumed I was. T2, she said... was more traditional and had a more structured approach.
I selected T2 - because of the methodical way I approached problem-solving. It seemed like it would be a good fit, if we were otherwise compatible. Knowing I only had 1 hour with her the first time, I wrote out what I could remember of what happened in 1969 for her. Described a bit of my adult life, too -- the reader's digest version. I do not know what motivated me to tell her that intro to "Twiggy's Tale"... it was almost compulsive and I wanted to seriously not waste her time nor mine. I knew that I could communicate better on paper, than by talking. That story was an "unsolved mystery" for me and I didn't understand how it might be affecting me in the present, but I knew it could.
And of course, my first visit, I was 15 mins early. And had a chance to pick up the flyer about tai chi... for the school I'd always wanted to go to. We did talk about it a little -- she didn't reveal that she'd been a student for 4-5 years there. She did say that tai chi might help me lower my BP and anxiety -- these are scientifically documented results now. I was impossibly nervous... a brand-new situation and not knowing what to expect... not trusting any images I had of what therapy was all about. She read my story and all she said was that it was interesting. And we talked the rest of the hour about how I came to be there, and a little about what my current life was like. She said she liked to take a week to think over the proposed "partnership" and we agreed to meet again, to decide if we would work together.
My impressions of her from that first session were that she was very self-contained. She was very tall - even taller than I am. She was very still - like a pond with not even dancing reflections on it. I was fidgety, trying to get "clues" about who she was, from her office... and an odd memory: she had a sofa with two chairs facing it, at each corner. That first session I sat on the right side of the sofa near a window, while she sat across from me. Our last session, we again used that end of the sofa and chair... except we had traded places. Every other time, we were at the other end of the sofa near the bookcases. It felt very safe and quiet and protected there. She was a warm person without being sentimental or effusive. Our sessions always started with a moment or two of settling down into our spots and simply looking each other directly with our eyes... and sort of a tension-release breath or two on my part; sometimes hers too.
There was one misunderstanding about our appt, in those first few months. She called me to say how disappointed she was, that I didn't arrive as she expected. She wanted to know if I was going to continue. I really had "heard" that we weren't meeting that week, so I apologized. We did continue for about 6 months. Looking back, I think was the real "getting to you" phase, data collection and we really didn't do much "work". We tried a few things to see how I'd feel. I started learning tai chi. Then she suggested that we take a break of some months... and during that time, I "heard" Twiggy's voice quite clearly for the first time. Then it was "back in the saddle" straight through for about 3 years. She was always saying we could take a "time out"... a week or two... and that I really didn't need to push through all that, this hard or this quickly. My rush to get to the "end of the story" meant that we had to go back several times for different things... to mine out the treasure... to see where things "fit"... to look at it with Twiggy's eyes and heart -- and then to look at it with mine.
We went through some more months of what I could describe as a "cool down"period... like after a strenous exercise session. We'd been in tai chi class together for a couple of years, and when I moved on to learning "push hands" she was my partner some times. LOL... we both learned things about each other that were completely unexpected in push hands... that there was no space for in the therapy sessions. It's a very intimate practice... while learning to "listen" to one's opponent... to understand one's own physical boundaries and also to hear the person you're working with within their boundary - where the tipping point of one own's stance is stable, then is unstable, like break point on a clutch... learning to anticipate through all the senses when one's partner/opponent will make an unexpected move. There is never a goal of hurting someone... instead the "trick" is to mislead the partner about your intended movement and let their own momentum push them off their balance.
I progressed pretty quickly through that training and found it immensely relaxing, a big confidence booster... and it taught me that I could trust my instincts again. It was very, very sad for both my tai chi teacher and myself when I had to give up classes. We're still in touch and I keep intending to restart my practice again... so far, not yet. Tai Chi - and the way my T and tai chi teacher worked together, without saying they worked together - was a great complimentary therapy for me. I had almost as many breakthroughs in tai chi, as I did it the squishy brown leather recliner. LOL...
Being able to see my T in a wholly different setting - and especially the intimacy of push-hands - helped me keep our sessions separate and to not become dependent solely on her... because I could see her as a person with a story, her own story... her own quirks and vulnerabilities... and there was no reason to deify her as some magical healer. She was my guide, she held my hand as I walked "valleys of the shadow of death", she helped me understand how my actions/reactions in situations were all part of the "below the surface" abuse patterns... how I was a part of the "sick cycle" and how to get out of it. And she constantly tried to reinforce the idea and help me find ways to discover that all those gaping abyss of "need" that I thought I had... were easily fillable, and that I had everything I needed to take over... and continue my journey myself.
I'm still here, because we all need "company" and other perspectives and pats on the back and someone to walk with us on the most treacherously difficult paths. And I like y'all a lot... and respect your wisdom.