Jexa,

The first time I exposed parts of my trauma story to my T, it felt like I had placed my hand on a hot stove. It was frightening and confusing and painful and I wanted to just run far, far away. The pain was intense.

My story is not a common one, and my T had not heard anything quite like it before in her 25 years of practice. Yet, she has used her skills and helped me tremendously.

Over time, I found I was able to share a bit more and the stove grew cooler to the touch...The more I realized T accepted me and believed me and did not find me icky at all. But it took time. Many many nights of feeling disgusting in my own skin and feeling very alone.

I hope you find some relief soon and get some reassurance from your T that you are not bad. You are not icky.