It's such a hard line to walk- trust or safety (via silence or no details). I finally put everything on the line... and was put inpatient. She couldn't work with it. Course the hospital won't either. "Stability is the goal". So I'm back to square one, wishing I hadn't told. I guess I would have never known if I didn't try it... Now that I will be starting over for literally the umpteenth time I am swaying toward bare minimum. I think, like Luce, I've got to find what works for me- be my own therapist. Except my brain keeps "shutting off" and zoning out or reading until I forget.
And now, I too will be with who ever I get assigned to (and for how ever long they stay).