“Are you a caretaker or a caregiver?”
The question my new therapist asked me at our very first session this week.
“What’s the difference?” was my response.
A smile spread across her face and she said “I’m actually SO happy that you asked that instead of trying to muddle your way through an answer.”
Truthfully, I didn’t know what the difference was, and I had promised myself that I was going to be 100% upfront and open if I was going to embark on $145 therapy sessions. The previous version of me would have tried to give an answer mainly out of fear of being judged for not being entirely certain what the difference is between the two words. But I bit my pride and asked her. It was a small moment in the grand scheme of things, but, to me, it was a big moment in me feeling total comfort in being able to totally let go and expose all to this new therapist.
I was hesitant to seek out a therapist again after being guilty of repeated times, sitting in front of one and not being totally open and raw. Putting a smile on my face and pretending that it’s not all bad. But I needed to do this. I needed to face reality and talk about it. I needed to stop shoving everything down deep inside of me and figure I can pull things out one at a time to work through on my own. That was the wrong answer. Because so much of what I have going on in my head is all inter-connected. There’s no way to unpack one thing without having to look at unpacking something else too. And there’s no way I can do it alone. Not anymore.
My first session with Kat was a bit all over the place as she got to know me. I bounced around and felt a little frazzled the whole time. She assured me that this is normal. That it’s part of her figuring out what makes me tick and me gaining trust in her. She closely watched my body language as I moved around on the couch, how I fidgeted with my hands, bounced my foot constantly, and how my chest and neck got red the moment I became anxious. She figured out a few things about me quite quickly.
I had 50 minutes with her to try to unload as much as possible. It wasn’t nearly enough time. I felt stressed out that I wasn’t able to get it all out on the table in the first session so that the follow up ones can be about starting to break it all apart. But that’s me….wanting things to happen immediately instead of taking the time to slowly work into it. This is going to take some getting used to.
She asked if there was one area I wanted to focus on for our last few minutes of the session. So I picked one that has been weighing on me for weeks. The insecurity and uneasiness I had been feeling for a while with the guy I have been seeing for 3 months. There’s a lot of backstory on this one, but lets just say there’s a lot of differences in communication. ie: I’m a communicator (after my marriage failed because of poor communication) and he is not. Because of this I was constantly trying to figure out where he was at when it came to “us”. I never felt pursued. I felt like it was me showing all the interest. I would constantly be left feeling like he was losing interest and that would result in me getting needy and doing things to try to keep his interest.
Kat looked at me and she said “Why is he the prize? Why aren’t you the prize?” She said that he might be a great guy in a lot of ways but maybe he’s not the right fit for me if I’m constantly feeling this way. She said that too often women end up being the ones trying to convince a guy that we are worth being involved with. That we do all the chasing as though he is the prize and we aren’t. This really resonated with me. I was literally doing everything with this guy and he wasn’t meeting me in the middle at all, despite me literally handing him the tools on what MY needs are in a relationship.
Well, last night I messaged my sister and told her I was thinking of ending things with him. I gave a long explanation as to why. I said that I would be open to sticking around if we were able to have a conversation and he could agree to work with me a bit more on things.
It didn’t really matter that I said that last night as this morning, around 7 a.m. I got a text saying:
“Honestly, with so much going on right now, I think we should just be friends. I’m sorry. You’re a great person and I had a great time with you.”
He ripped the band aid off for me. But I’m a little pissed that it wasn’t me who got to do it given that it was me who was constantly being left hanging, not knowing what was going on. I took my power back by messaging him back saying:
“Well, you just ripped off the band aid for me as I was personally starting to feel like the ending was near anyway. I wasn’t liking the needy, insecure person I was becoming because our communication styles are so different and I was always left wondering about you. That’s not who I am, or who I have ever been. I know my self worth and it isn’t spending my time trying to convince a guy to be into me or want to talk to me. I tried. But clearly it wasn’t the right fit. I liked when we spent time together. But obviously there was some disconnect there that you never wanted to talk to me about. Personally, I don’t see a friendship happening as it would likely be me trying to pursue it but it not being reciprocated. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. I wish you had been a little more respectful to have this conversation not over text. But it is what it is.”
I have no intentions of being friends with him. He did not bring enough to my life that would warrant me feeling as though he’s someone I can rely on as a friend. I clearly ignored a lot of red flags because I was convinced that he was a great guy. But if it wasn’t for the therapist saying what she said to me, I’m pretty certain I would have been a big wreck after receiving that text this morning. If anything, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. The anxious feeling I have been dealing with daily in these last few weeks because of him was instantly gone. I felt lighter. I’m sure a point will hit where I will miss his daily good morning texts. I will miss his crazy dog. But because of ONE session with my new therapist, I can walk away with my head held high and know that I am worth so much more than he brought to the table.
I don’t want to go back to the dating apps again. I don’t want to go through first dates again. I don’t want to do any of it. So I will wait for a bit. I will see what kind of break throughs I have with therapy. I will try to get myself healthy again, mentally and physically. Or I may get lonely and decide that in the new year I want to give it another go to try to find someone great. Who knows.
My new therapist came into my life right in time and I now can’t wait until my next session with her in 1.5 weeks. I think I have a lot to gain.