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Originally Posted by tinyrabbit
If he had tried to tell me I was panicking and hurrying, I would have run it through the distortion filter that lives in my head and taken it all wrong. I would have heard: "I hate you, I don't care, I wish you'd stop telling me your problems and go away." I had to see it for myself, clearly.
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That's an excellent insight! I had something similar happen with T. When I started talking about my CSA, he never asked me anything and told me that I didn't need to talk about it if I didn't want to. I interpreted that to mean "please don't tell me about it. I don't want to hear anything about it."
At the next session, I told him that was how what he'd said felt to me. He immediately clarified that his preference was for me to tell him, it was truly up to me whether or not I did.