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I carried her with me

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky,

Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.

Drawing hearts in the byline,

Always taking up too much space and time.

Taylor Swift, Tolerate It

This loss is so much bigger than I think I had really allowed myself to take in when I was preparing for K not going back to in-person work. I knew it was coming, and I think somehow I thought that would soften the blow, but it really didn’t. Or maybe it did – I’m not signed off work, I’m eating, I’m mostly managing to work – but the waves of grief and attachment pain when they hit are huge and terrifying and I find it hard to believe that this is really how things are and that this K-shaped hole is something I will have to learn to live my life around. I know her words only imply ‘never’ and that it may not turn out to be that way, in a year or two, but I have to face the reality that my time of working in the room with her is likely over, and with it the intimate, cosy, depth healing we were doing together. I have to mourn this loss and accept it. I cannot even contemplate returning to online therapy in the autumn if these torches of hope or fires of resentment and rage are still burning bright inside me. I have to let go of that time and move forward or I will push her too far when I try to return and then I really will lose her forever.

Even if I go back to remote therapy in the autumn and manage to make it work, it is still at least 6 more months without her. It has been so long already and I miss her so much. The smallest, most unexpected things reduce me to tears – looking at the bookshelf by my bed and seeing books she gave me as gifts, books I bought because she lent them to me and I needed my own, books I bought and we both read and talked about, books I told her about, books I lent her; opening a kitchen cupboard and seeing the tea tin she gave me full of chai tea before a break one year; the glittery silver rabbit hutch and fimo bunnies on my windowsill that we made together last January; the tarot card I pulled in the autumn that told me to hold in my heart we will be together again and that has stayed propped on my desk lamp ever since – a beacon of hope and certainty that I’m not sure has a place in my life anymore. The children’s book Little Rabbit Waits for the Moon has been under my pillow since we got back from her house for the last time in March last year – she read it to us and said how this is your story for now, you have to be like that little rabbit. We posted her a card where we’d drawn the rabbit sleeping under the moon and said we were determined to be patient like that rabbit and draw on her safety during this time apart. We had no idea then that it would be so long.

I think this is the part that is breaking my heart the most – it was the end of that part of our work when I drove away from her for the last time on March 23rd, clutching a collage young parts had made with pictures she cut out for them in our session, and feeling like if this was the last time we could meet for a while then at least it was a good session to end on and we had not had a repeat of the screaming session where I gouged a hole in my forehead because she made me sit far away from her in a different room. It was the end and neither of us knew. We both thought it was temporary and it really, really wasn’t. K told us to count down 12 weeks and even that felt unbearable at the start. And then towards the end of May it became apparent that she wasn’t making plans to return to in-person work and wasn’t going to let me come to see the dogs and work outside, and that it was going to be much, much longer. I remember sitting on my bed shouting and howling down the phone, demanding to know how much longer and insisting that I couldn’t live in this amount of pain. I told her animals are euthanised when they are in this much pain and that I should be too.

And now, as we approach a year since the start of this crisis, I can’t quite believe the turn things have taken. I can’t believe it was the end and neither of us knew. I remember when her reassurances turned from ‘I’m sure we’ll see each other again’ to ‘I hope so’. I noticed this and called her on it and she had no words of reassurance. She said she didn’t know. I spent so long utterly terrified she would never return to face to face work and in some twisted way it’s kind of a relief to know what I’m dealing with now. The world has changed and K saw that long before I did.

I sobbed and sobbed on R on Wednesday. I’d been kind of okay all morning and then in the car it hit again and it was a relief to cuddle into him on the couch and let the tears flow. No one in my real life knows I’m deep in grief and abandonment annihilation this week. What am I grieving for after all? She is still alive and it is not the end. But so much is over, so much is lost. Things are lost that so few could understand, because the depth of our relationship isn’t needed for most people. I will never know Nina as intimately and deeply as K knows me – it won’t be necessary. It is a different and unique closeness we have, of course, but it is not what K and I have. It is such a secret thing, our relationship, and I know most people would think I was hurting this much because K got it wrong, let me get too close, encouraged me to see her as something she could never be. Of course it was not like that though, and we are all hurting like this because we have lost someone with whom we did truly transformational work. R understands this and tells me what an intimate relationship it was and how much evidence there is of just how much effort and care K put into our work. Talking to him about her brought it all to life. It was truly some magical alchemy we created in the room this week. Her emails were so cold and clinical and it was hard to believe she had ever cared at all, let alone done so much to make us all feel safe, loved, secure, wanted, held. Talking to R brought it to life again, made it feel real, which is the thing I am struggling with the most. And then when it hits how real it was, the grief and loss tear me open again, but at least that part feels real, human, authentic.

I told a friend I met online and who does understand that I feel like I’ve lost the closest thing I’ve ever had to a mum. And she replied to say that is exactly what I have lost. And she is right – K always will be the closest I’ve had to that experience. I will never have a relationship like I’ve had with her again – it wouldn’t be needed because I don’t think that depth of healing will be needed again.

I was telling R on Wednesday how, because I had to learn to see myself through her eyes before I could see myself through my own eyes, because I’d only ever seen myself through my mum’s distorted lens, it means that things that have had nothing to do with her remind me of her. For so long I took her with me everywhere. I looked through her eyes to see myself and my experiences. I carried her with me. So she has been everywhere with me and memories that should be mine alone, from places we’ve never even been together, remind me of her. Things I love and that make me feel safe feel like K. She is everywhere. R said this is like growing up, leaving home; our parents are everywhere and give us a sense of safety in the world (ideally) even when we leave them. But now I have lost her and I have nowhere to take this grief.

I am still not sure I will be able to return in the autumn, but I do want to try. Even if it is my intention to work in that way though, online therapy may be too hard or ineffectual. A fifty minute session once a week may be too difficult – I’ve never been able to do short sessions. Even for TRE last year I needed 90 minutes so we could settle first and feel safe enough to do the work. With R it is never just an hour and often nearly two. I honestly don’t know how 50 minutes once a week on a screen will work. And there will be no between session contact, no emailing, no text messages and emojis. There will be no parts work, no making things, no stories, no film night at Christmas, no walks or time in the garden. No sand tray, cups of tea in ‘my’ owl cup, no hugs or K moving to sit beside me. It’s the hugest loss. It will be different. It will be adult. It may still be connected and I may receive proof that K knows me, remembers me, but I’m honestly not sure I can do the work I want to do via a screen. And of course parts won’t have disappeared, haven’t disappeared. I am much more integrated than I was, but integration was the end point of K and I’s work and I am not sure how that will work now. I guess I will find out when I return if it will work and at least if it won’t we can have a proper ending. And yes, she may go back to in-person one day, when she feels safe enough, but I cannot hope for that. I can only accept how things are.

Do I blame K? Am I angry with her? I think maybe I am angry with her as a professional but not as a person. I don’t know if that makes sense, but I think professionally she owed me more – I don’t think it is okay really that psychotherapists have been in this uniquely privileged position of being ‘able’ to work remotely, when most people in similar professions cannot. I am not angry with her on a personal level, because I do understand, but it is still so hard that she shut down and retreated and even I did not mean enough to her for her to risk seeing me. It is not straightforward, and from an adult place I can understand her reasoning and know I would have done the same for Nina as she has done for her son, but I also feel deeply hurt. And of course there are parts, mostly teen and young parts, who just cannot comprehend how she could do this. She could have seen just us, because we couldn’t work online and it wasn’t safe. I said to R this week that in K’s position I would have seen me, especially last summer, but how can I know if that is true. I can’t. I only have to seek to understand her and trust it is not about me, only about her.

I think in the year of therapy before the pandemic K fell from her idealised position and became a human being in my eyes. It is this that enables me to understand. I know she is just another person, imperfect, scarred by her own childhood, doing her best to walk this path beside me, deeply impacted both by me and by life circumstances. For so long I saw her as more than this, idolised her and thought she never felt the things that we feel. It has been disconcerting but also deeply healing to accept she has her blind spots, her struggles, her physical manifestations of developmental trauma, that she has likely screwed up her own children to varying extents, has a tendency to shut down and withdraw under stress, takes too much on sometimes and then pulls back, and all these other things that make me love her more because she is human and she chose to meet me in my humanness, week after week, month after month, for 5 whole years. The years when we were so close are intensely painful to think about, both because they brought so much pain but also because they fell into past tense without either of us realising, but they are also full of magic and I hope through R and writing and being in nature I can capture that magic over the coming months and be in as good a place as possible to take in what is on offer in September.

8 thoughts on “I carried her with me”

    1. Thank you, it really helps to hear this. I’m lucky (well, not lucky but you know what I mean) that we had done so much of ‘the work’ before this pandemic happened.

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  1. It’s not that K did anything wrong; I’m certain T wouldn’t let me get too close if I tried to, but despite this, I’d say I’m closer to him than anyone else who I breathe the same air as!
    I totally get what you’re saying about how few people will understand the grief of losing face-to-face. That’s one really great thing about this place; it’s the only part of the universe I’ve found containing people that get it!
    What you describe about talking to R and how you experienced that to bring the truth of the depth and realness of your relationship with K alive again, is so typical with grief. Talking about the person you’ve lost kind of brings them into the room again; it’s how it feels to me anyway.
    LOVE what you say about learning to see yourself through K’s eyes and not your mum’s anymore. That’s EXACTLY what I’m learning I’m experiencing, I’ve even crafted and scheduled a blog post about it this week!
    And what you say about your history together and all you’ve been through together by trawling through your past, reminds me a bit of how T said one of the reasons I so deeply love one particular dog I had was that she went through ALL my dramas with me: just her and me together, forging a history of our own based on all the things we ‘visited’ together. And if that’s how I felt towards a dog, how much more you must be experiencing this towards a human! What I’m trying to say in a slightly clumsy way is that there’s something powerfully bonding with having a history where ‘someone’ was by yourself, throughout. ❤️

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    1. I really do feel so lucky to have this community of people who understand. The real world can be pretty lonely when you have challenges so few can relate to. Thank you as always for your kind and thoughtful words. Yes, I was saying to R it kind of feels as though K was with us during loads of the traumatic times just through sharing the stories and her helping us hold them and make sense of how we were feeling. It is such a huge loss that came so suddenly but didn’t seem to be a forever loss until this week. It still really touches me how T understood so clearly why that particular dog was so special in your life 🙂 xx

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      1. It does really help to have the WP-ers! I’m guessing that it’ll feel a bit of a roller coaster to start with, sometimes feeling it much more acutely than others, not always with a known reason either. I knew you’d understand the dog connection! Take good care x

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  2. This is such a huge loss. I continue to be amazed at your strength and resilience. I think that you are coping with this loss— and it is a real loss, and it is painful beyond words— speaks to how much you have grown and the work you and K did together.

    I drove away from Bea on March 11 last year, and then everything shut down on March 13. I know it’s not the same, but I feel like if I had known that would be our last in person session for a year (and likely longer than a year), I would have liked a different sort of goodbye. I don’t know what or how, but something.

    I think you are grieving for a real loss. Loss isn’t always because someone died, and the pain of a relationship changing is real and deserves to be grieved. Maybe NEEDS to be grieved. You had a closeness that we rarely have with others, and you were able to heal some really painful things because of the relationship. There’s this idea Bea shared with the teen once that healing can only take place in relationship because we were hurt in relationship— that as “sucky” as it is, we need an other to help us heal. K was clearly that other you needed to be able to heal and losing that (even if she isn’t gone) is big.

    I don’t think K got it wrong or let you get too close. I think sometimes, especially with parts and PTSD, we need that closeness to feel safe enough to start to heal. It’s hard for people who haven’t been there to understand. You needed that closeness to do this work. How could it not be painful to know that chapter of things has come to an end? And the way things ended can only add to the grief. There’s a reason that if we choose to end therapy for any reason, our therapists want to do a goodbye (or several goodbye) sessions. We need time to process things, and that didn’t happen because of the pandemic.

    Fifty minute sessions. The idea of them makes me cringe. I, too, need time to settle and feel safe enough to do any work. I read once that people learn to use their full fifty minute/hour session and sort of hold onto their stuff until therapy and then just hit the ground running once they are in the room. I’ve never found that to be true for me, and it’s hard for me to imagine working like that. Maybe it depends on the type of work a person is doing in therapy. Maybe being in a more adult headspace makes a difference. I don’t know. I wish I had something really great and helpful to say. I guess I just wanted to you to know I understand needing time to settle and fifty minutes feeling too short a time.

    I hope you can recapture that magic. I believe you can. I think that even though things will be different with Kay, you will find a space in your heart to keep the Kay you knew and the relationship you had. It’s a loss, and grief is a natural part of that. I do believe that you will always hold a part of her, just like she will always hold a part of you. ❤️

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    1. Thank you so much for this beautiful comment. I’ve only just seen it as it didn’t show up on my reader for some reason. It really is such a huge loss and, like you, I wish we had marked that last session in some way but we didn’t even know. We couldn’t even have a hug as it was the start of stupid Covid. I’m so glad you’ve been able to keep working with Bea, even though it’s different. I’m honestly not sure I can return to remote work knowing it might be like that forever. I want to because I miss K so much, but the 50 minute sessions are heartbreaking. I really hate Ts that do 50 minute sessions anyway and then say they’re charging for an hour, but that aside I’m not sure if even in my adult I could settle into them in time to make any use of them. I think knowing we only had that long would put me on alert to start with and then it would take even longer to settle! With R I am in my adult mostly and it still takes 55 minutes of talking till I’m ready for acupuncture and then about 15 minutes at the end till I leave! I guess nearer the time I’ll have to decide if it’s worth pursuing to see if it will work.

      Thanks so much for your kindness, wise words and all your support at this time, it means so much xx

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