"Dumped" by a therapist?

A former T said almost the same thing to me once, when I was in turmoil and despair. He told me he had never been treated so badly by anyone in his entire life.

I really think there is a lot of middle ground and that commitment and resistance can vary over time. I have not always "wanted to be" in therapy, but sometimes those passages have been most fruitful.

I just think there is a lot of grey area here.

I have "not wanted to be there," and no T has ever terminated me. though I am sure they considered it, because as youy can tell by this note, I'm pretty contrary!

I adore my therapist, and I am committed to getting better and setting a better example for my children, but I hate therapy. I look forward to seeing my therapist, and yet at the same time, hate therapy. I do the work, but I don't enjoy it.

I actually asked my therapist about this at one point. One of my friends had said how much she loved therapy. I have to admit, I was like, 'what the **** is wrong with you' when she said it, but then wondered if I was the weird one. My T said he didn't think many people really enjoyed therapy, and he was actually worried about it when people said that they did.

To answer the original question.............yes I have been dumped by a T. As a matter of fact it was less than a week ago.

A few things to know..............it was by a student at a clinic, the T told me a few times that I was pushing them to the limit of their training but I persisted because my former T who was the best yet personally handpicked this T for me.

How did it feel? Well let's see, no closing session, no opportunity to confront the T on why although I can guess.............the Ts sup is the one who broke the news to me via a voicemail message, asked for me to email the Clinic, and after I did has not responded to my message almost a week later.

Initially I felt numb, shocked, distraught, beyond help, sick to my stomach, and above all else, abandoned...............but I've only been working with this knucklehead for 3 months. It would have been so much worse if it was the previous T I had been working with.

The worst part about all of this is the blunt realization that a T and his advisors will always protect their own butt, first and foremost, before anyone else. At a time when I was most vulnerable, I was left to fend for my own. This after being told numerous times how "important" I was and that I was "cared" about and the T wouldn't leave me.

How did I get through? Well I'm still working on it. First and foremost, a dear online friend who did nothing but give me support, as she has also been through this experience herself. She voiced for me what I was too numb to say at the time. She spent many hours over the last few days checking her messages to make sure I was "okay".

Also, the memories of my previous T...............the first one. Things he said, gave to me, did for me is what also pulled me through. And he never left. I know there are others like him out there and it gives me hope, although I am feeling very jaded at this time.

Misskeena, I was kinda dumped by my first T. It was mutual kinda but it wasn't, anyway I am processing it with my new T and he says I'm not difficult. According to new T my old T pushed too hard and let too much out and then tried to reel me back in, but unfortunately there was no reeling me back in. Once the floodgates opened, I couldn't stop them. Ie. It was too much for T1 to handle. So Current T and I are taking things slowly.... And it seems to work better. Wishing you well.

Came back to this thread. The little yellow message icon was calling to me.

This is very sad. I had a period of time where I know that I was VERY difficult for my psychiatrist to deal with. Simply put, we hadn't found the med regimen that worked for me yet. I was in despair, depths-of-hell depressed and, to top it off, one of my old meds caused me to gain 30 lbs in a few months (well, me putting food into my gullet did, but you know what I mean.) Given that I have a history of an eating disorder, this was unacceptable and causing me to feel worse. Anyway, I was in a crisis and she wanted to prescribe yet another med (by this time I'd tried about 4 or 5 in order to relieve the same symptoms). I kind of threw a fit in her office...not gonna say more than that. She finally sighed and said, "Well, here's the prescription. I think you will be pleasantly surprised if you take it" and sent me on my way. Lo and behold, a week later I filled the danged thing and it turned out to be, literally, a life saver...so I had to go back to her with my tail between my legs...

I know I've been very lucky when it comes to pdocs. Don't give up; there are some wonderful ones out there.