Friday, February 7, 2014

L and I have been having trouble getting our schedules in sync. Part of the problem is that I am nearly 2 hours away from her office (one way!!) and I own a retail business...oh, and we have a 7 year old! Normally we can find a time than works for us but every once in a while something happens to disrupt our appointment time, which can wreak havoc on my delicately balanced emotional state!!!!!  Ah, who doesn't love the nasty mix of attachment and transference???

By the time I hopefully see L next Friday, it will have been 4 weeks since we met.  My mind has had free range, and instead of blaming the missed sessions on logistics and the weather, sometimes (ok, quite often) I will wander down the ugly path of  'She hates me.....', 'She's not real.....', 'What she says is bullshit....', 'I'm too dependent....', 'I'm too needy....'.

Now for the most part texting has been pretty helpful.  Of course we've had our share of text-misunderstandings, and sometimes our texts actually never reach each other and stay out in text-outerspace, and yes, sometimes waiting for her reply is more painful than childbirth.  But I think overall it's worked pretty well for us (me).

So this week because of a snow storm I couldn't make the trip to her office.  We exchange a few texts trying to line up another appointment but to no avail.  As it was becoming more apparent to me that we would not meet again this week my anxiety level sky rocketed.  I even allowed myself to ask her if we could meet over the weekend, something we've never done before and I wasn't sure if it was ok to walk that boundary line.

Unfortunately her replying that she couldn't meet over the weekend since my crazy thoughts a runnin'! Did I ask for something I shouldn't have?  Does she think I'm way to needy?  Who am I to ask to cut into her personal time?  Is she appalled that I would even suggest a thing? Oh, so I'm not important enough to
make time in her real life? I really am just paying for a service, not a real relationship?

Eventually she suggests a time next week that I think I can meet, so the texting confessions begin:

Me: Gonna try and make the 14th at 10 work.  Been feeling all over the place lately and as much as I hate to admit it, I'm assuming it's because of not getting to see you (gulp!) it's just hard not to be angry and stay living in my head.

8 long hours go by before she reponds:

L: You can miss me that is ok just text me or call me any time.  Today  I had classes all day so I just got home sorry for not for not getting back to you sooner.

After sleeping (sort of) and processing her response over night, I reply with:

Me: Thanks, I guess I gotta stop fighting it, it's just I start making up crazy stories in my head.  I miss the connection (gulp!)

L: Me too. Don't start making up crazy stories and if you do share them with me.

Me: The thought of sharing my crazy stories with you is probably crazier than the stories themselves? But I'll try, thanks

L: Trying sounds good.

Someday I hope to look back on all these exchanges and laugh at how crazy I am (I was?).........someday.


  1. Someday you will ... I promise :)

    Have you two discussed skype sessions? Perhaps in between the times of meeting in person, you can chat over skype?

    I'll admit that it's different (as Daisy and I did a few skype sessions while she was away), but it definitely made the missing her lessen.

    I hope you have a good weekend, and I'll look forward to hearing how your next session goes.

  2. Hmmmm, skype?? That might work, although the thought of it scares the hell out of me. I don't even like talking on the phone!

  3. The first time was definitely scary for me ... specifically because she was doing it from her home overseas. Thankfully, I had a friend (who understood the magnitude of the situation) offer to chat with me via skype to get me used to it. I hadn't used it prior to that ... if that's the same with you, I'd be happy to help, if you'd like :)

    The second time that we had a skype session though, was much better. I can't remember how long we continued sessions that way, but each after became more comfortable.

    Just a thought ...