Wednesday, May 25, 2011


I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak
I go and I find the one and only answer every week

And it's just me and all the memories to follow 
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something, 
But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself...

 - What Do You Hear In These Sounds, Dar Williams. 

I went to therapy yesterday. I needed to go, I needed to talk and vent and be understood. It was good, great in fact, until I learned something that literally took my breath away. My therapist is retiring in November. 

After 13 years ( off and on)  of working with her she is leaving me. Yes I know that she is not just leaving me but that is how it feels, I am sure that all of her clients feel the same way.  She is going back to her own world, to her family, her grandkids and her hobbies. I am not sure that I know how I will cope with the loss of her in my life. I mean that. This woman, she saved me, she taught me to value myself and that I was worth it. She taught me to take care of me and ways to process all of the crap that happened in my life.

When I was the most depressed, the most vulnerable she held my hand, she gave me her home number, she talked me down off the virtual ledge more times than I can even count. She believed in me, a stranger who I was paying her to listen to me did much more than what was required in that 50 minute hour. She believed that I was worth all the extra time, the free sessions when I was broke, the reduced rates when I could not afford her, the late night phone calls on holidays from across the country. She made a commitment to me and my my healing. 

She believed in me. Yes that is her job but with a good therapist it is so much more than that. She is good at what she does and it can be really hard to find a person who gets you in the way that she gets me. I have known her longer than many of the people who exist in my world today including my husband. She has seen me through so much, helped me work  through so much and now she going. I am aware of the void this going to leave in my world, aware and scared.

I have the skills, I know how to cope but having her as a support makes it all a little easier. She gets me, she understands my triggers and issues and there is not need to re-explain things to her. I would have start again with another person, not at the beginning but it would take time and work to develop this type of relationship with another therapist. That is the hard part of working with someone for this long, it hurts when it ends. I always knew there would be a time when this would happen but I hoped it would not be so soon.

I will always encourage people to use therapy, it is an excellent way to deal with the crap that goes on in our lives. It helps, it makes a difference to have some support because sometimes just getting out bed in the morning is hard. As hard as this is for me to wrap my mind around her moving on, I must say that I happy she has given me this much notice because it will gives me time to get used to the idea. To decide what is next, to move on on my own or to look for someone to walk with me.


GB's Mom said...

I am grateful you have been blessed by her for thirteen years. You are a survivor, my friend {{{Hugs}}}

Ranavan said...

Therapy is so good for the soul!

I go too!

I am sorry your wonderful lady is moving is on!

Trauma Mama said...

Love therapy for me and my kids. When I went I had no clue I needed it and it has made my life so much better.

Sorry you are losing your therapist and hope you find the next person who is a perfect fit for you.

Medkid said...

I accidentally wandered to your blog from another, and sister mercy I think you might have just stolen all the words from my head! I have to move away from my therapist ending our sessions in a few months and wow it's hard to fathom. I hear ya sister. Hang in there. Be well.

KJ said...

I am SORRY! I crave a good therapist...I am too midwestern and too cheap and too lots of things to even try to find one, and too scared in my small gossipy town. I envy you the thirteen years...and I am really sad for you. Sounds like a tough thing to end.

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tara said...

Hi lovely, sad to hear it! I haven't been with my therapist that long, but I remember how painful it was when I heard the Centre was closing and I didn't know what was going to happen. Hugs!

mom2spiritedboy said...

oh how my stomach sank for you when I read your words. I know my therapist will retire soon. And much like you he has been part of my life, even when I run from therapy or was too proud to tell him I wasn't coming because I couldn't afford it, for 7 years now. I come and go and he is always there to take me back when I start to get overwhelmed. I hope the time she has given you to process will lead to some closure and perhaps a new therapist if the time is right for you.