Life in a Bind – BPD and me

Borderline Personality Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and my therapy journey. Listed in Top Ten Resources for BPD in 2016 by goodtherapy.org. I write for welldoing.org under the name Clara Bridges.

My therapy family

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For my ‘therapy-mother’ – thank you for knowing when I need you to ‘carry’ me

Siblings who I want to be; half-siblings who I hate; a father that I don’t know and never want to meet; and a mother who I sometimes have inappropriate feelings for. No, not my actual family– just my complicated ‘therapy family’.

Many months ago, my therapist and I were talking about names and designations. I think she prefers ‘patient’ to ‘client’ – as she said, ‘client’ has certain connotations, though perhaps the connotations in her own mind were not quite as insalubrious as the ones in mine! Patient, on the other hand, is what one needs to be during the therapy process and is an appropriate (and for me challenging) description of the person sitting in the ‘exposing’ chair.

I am constantly amazed and grateful at my therapist’s calm acceptance of topics that cause me great embarrassment and some shame, whether that’s talk of sex, talk of googling her, or, in this case, talk of how much I wish she could be my mother, and how difficult I sometimes find it to think of her in that way. However, she seemed to think it perfectly acceptable to be regarded as a ‘therapy-mother’ and for me to think of myself as a ‘therapy-daughter’ – and in my mind, at least, that nomenclature has stuck, and has been incredibly ‘safe’ and helpful.

I had a friend at school whose brothers seemed to really have it in for her – they used to drown her homework in the sink and occasionally threatened her with knives. It seems as though they had about as much time and liking for each other as I imagine I might have if I ever came across the multitude(?)/handful(?) of other clients who I grudgingly think of as my half-siblings in this bizarre familial mix. I know that my therapist would claim not to have favourites: but it’s hard enough to maintain that position with one’s own children, and I find it quite difficult to believe that even she (amazing though she is) can achieve that with a disparate group of non-blood ‘relations’, some of whom she surely has more in common with than others. It’s hard not to believe there is a ‘pecking order’ of sorts – I made a comment the other day about how I feared and dreaded the day she might eventually become a grandmother, because it would mean I moved one more rung down the ladder of her affections.

As for my ‘siblings’ in this scenario, her own children: although I’m jealous of the time they get to spend with her, the hugs and the ‘I love you’s that they receive from her -my fantasy is not usually of jealousy (strangely), but of friendship. How would we get on if we met? How much would we have in common? What ‘standards’ does my therapist expect of her children, and do I meet them? Is that the precisely the kind of question that is part of the reason why I’m in therapy in the first place? Yes, probably.

And then there’s that elusive ‘father’ figure….Occasionally I hear him downstairs (or rather the impact he has on his surroundings) when I am in therapy on a weekday evening. Can he hear me and my therapist laughing sometimes, and what does he think? Does he hear what I say as I go down the stairs and say goodbye at the door? Does he wonder about me? I try not to wonder too much about him – there are too many mixed feelings where he’s concerned. I can’t hate him because she loves him; and because he takes care of her (though of course, she can take care of herself – I know that she’s reading, I must be careful what I say…!). But at the same time, he feels like a threat in the way that her children do not. He is the one who has constant access to her; who shares everything with her. Her life, her history, her thoughts, her feelings, her bed – there’s that ‘inappropriate’ pre-oedipal twist that I mentioned.

What a strange, strange world is this therapy-universe that some of us live in. Oh, and I seem to have acquired a trans-atlantic therapy step-father as well – or maybe more of a therapy-uncle. One of those ‘uncles’ who isn’t actually related but for whom one has affection and one thinks of as part of the family. I’ve never met him either, though we’ve chatted online. I’ve acquired him in my mind, rather than in reality – that is, he hasn’t in fact consented to be thought of in this way, but he seems to be almost as level-headed, accepting and pragmatic as my own therapist, and so I’m hoping he will find it all rather amusing and take it as the compliment it’s meant to be. I’m guessing he is recognising himself as he reads – I’m not sure whether I’m enjoying that thought or finding it terrifying. My therapist and I had a lovely discussion about it the other day – I felt guilty and thought she might find this new member of the family an imposition or a threat. Far from it – she thinks that I’ve brought him into our therapy and she jokingly referred to the situation as an ‘oedipal triangle’. She laughed out loud when I admitted that I couldn’t help wondering how the two of them would get on if they met. I think she likes his writing and has a consonance with where he’s coming from, therapeutically speaking, so that’s a good start. If you think this is starting to sound very bizarre, I would completely agree with you…

The words we use to talk about things can shape how we think about them – how do you see yourself in your own therapy relationship? Client, patient, child? Does it change depending on the stage of therapy you’re in at the time? Do certain designations cause more inner conflict than others, and how do you think of the other relationships in your therapist’s life?

As for my own ‘therapy-family’, I think this quote by J R R Tolkien, from ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’ is rather apt: “I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”

 

 

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6 thoughts on “My therapy family

  1. Interesting. I will have to think about this- I have more of an idea how I felt about my RetiredTherapist (L.) then anyone currently… I will try to remember to link when/if I write about this.

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  2. Thank you for sharing. It sounds like your therapy family is sacred to you and helpful in your healing journey. It’s interesting to hear that you can see/hear clients leave, etc. I think that could be bittersweet — very painful at times but cure some curiosity. At times I can feel so angry and discouraged that my therapist is exactly my mother’s age, and the primary reason I sought therapy was for mother loss/neglect as a child. Sometimes I wonder if she was younger or my same age if I would have those same cravings (yes, probably – ha!). I can identify with several points you’ve made, especially about how I compare with my therapist’s daughters. I’ve had dreams of meeting her daughters and we get along well and they don’t think I’m crazy. It’s such a comfortable. light feeling that I could be accepted and I don’t seem/appear any different to them. Take care.

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  3. Here is something that might add a twist to the “family” question: http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/05/02/i-was-raised-by-psychotherapists/?_r=0

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    • Thank you SO much for this link – fascinating! I’d never really thought about the other side of the coin…..though I did wonder whether my therapist, on reading my post, would take her other half to task for clattering plates….I hope he doesn’t have to sit henceforth glued to the sofa downstairs as honestly although the occasional sound has entered my consciousness I can honestly say it has never impacted on session or my train of thought (I should probably say “as far as I am aware”!). My therapists children are grown up but now I wonder whether they ever felt they were competing for attention, I wonder if they wondered about her clients in the way I wonder about them! As for her husband…..I wonder what he does. It did occur to me at one point, that he could be a therapist as well, but I think I dismissed that thought – my therapist trained when she was already married and when her children were young, not that that says anything about her husbands occupation. As for the author of that article though…there was an Oscar Wilde quote that comes to mind, with a twist…’to have one psychotherapist parent may be regarded as misfortune, to have four looks like…..” Not carelessness, but perhaps a sign from the universe? Thank you again for pointing me to this…….

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