I quit therapy about 7 months ago. I tried quitting twice before that after having spent about 2.5 years in therapy, but my therapist convinced me that I wasn't ready to quit yet. He did it in a more tactful and matter-of-factly manner than my friend's therapist though. He didn't make a big scene out of my desire to quit. When I told him I will quit the third time around, he accepted it without further ado. He just said that I should feel free to come back for a "refresher session" as he called it, and that I did some very good and consistent therapy work. So what's the problem, you might wonder.
It all started when in late August and early September of last year I fell back into a severe depression that rendered me incapable of working for several weeks. After almost three years of therapy, and after significant improvements in my emotional well being I couldn't believe the emotional state I was in. Leading up to this depressive phase, I had received a letter from my mother in late July, which had made me furious and outraged. At the same time I also had some email exchanges with my sister and my uncle which added to my anger. I discussed these events with my therapist, and I was determined to answer in particular my mother's letter, in which, among other things, she had accused me of her feelings of guilt, the pain she experienced at my birth, and the fact that she emotionally neglected my two older siblings after I was born. I was full of rage and anger and I knew that I had to express that anger towards the person that had caused it; my mother. Initially, my therapist didn't take a stand as to whether I should send it or not, but I was quick to infer that even though he never said it, he was against sending an angry letter to my mother or to any family member for that matter. He made it clear to me that he favored reconciliation and acceptance of different "points of view". He even pointed out the - in his view - positive aspects of my mother's letter, which I can't see to this day.So, even though I had already written a long letter addressed at my mother, I didn't send it, and so, once again, I didn't allow myself to feel and express the anger and rage that was a logical consequence of these events. I should add here that I am convinced that being aware of one's anger, feeling it, and expressing it is a necessary part of one's healing process. The real danger is the repression of anger, one's unawareness of it because in the long run it will surface and under such circumstances it is mostly directed toward innocent scapegoats such as one's partner, one's children, or other innocent victims as well as toward oneself in the shape of substance abuse or physical and mental illness.
Around August of last year my therapist and I discussed how I should position myself toward my abusive parents as an adult. I felt more and more that I didn't want to have a relationship with them at all. But I was still uncertain at the time. My therapist didn't take a clear stand. On the one hand he did a wonderful job in helping me see and understand what my parents did to me and how that affected my life, but on the other hand, in particular when I told him that I seriously entertained the thought of severing all ties to my parents, he came up with such lame arguments as: "Not having a relationship with your parents will take away a sense of rootedness and origin in you life," or "this might have negative consequences on the relationship between your children (which I don't have and I don't know I will ever have) and their grandparents. When I inquired what he meant by the former example, he couldn't give me a clear answer. He was hesitant and uncertain. He did say that he felt it was ok not to have a relationship for now and maybe a few more years, but he said that in the end I should reconnect with them. I haven't spoken to my parents in 2 years now and I feel better with every day that passes. I can take care of myself, and I don't need my parents in my life anymore. Besides, I can't see the point in having a relationship with someone who constantly hurts you, abuses you, puts you down, and only feels sorry for him or herself, even if that someone are your parents. To stay in a relationship with people like that is pure self-betrayal, and I would suffer the consequences in the form of depression or some other physical or psychological symptom, like I used to in the past. My parents are in their mid sixties and they won't change anymore. Maybe when they are lying on their deathbeds they might realize what they have done, but then it will be too late.
In early September of 2006, I told my wife about my increasing frustration with my therapist. What upset me was that I felt pulled in two opposite directions by him, like I described above. I remember exactly how angry I got as I started telling my wife about this situation. We were in the car on the way to the gym, and I was fuming. I was fuming because I knew I had to send this letter to my mother and I let my therapist raise doubts in me. At that moment it also dawned on me why I was so depressed. I was depressed because I didn't allow myself to feel and express my anger and rage. I already felt a sense of relief right after my outburst in the car.
In mid-September of 2006 I really hit rock bottom. I had a complete breakdown in therapy. I cried because I was so frustrated and depressed (after 3 years of therapy). This was the first time I had ever cried in front of my therapist. I thought I had done everything right up until that period, because I had felt quite good before (when I wanted to quit the first and second time). When I asked him why he thought I was so depressed he just said that it was because of my mother's letter and the sense of loss I felt as a result of the situation with my family. I didn't really buy that but I didn't say anything.
I think it caught him by surprise that I cried, and what surprised him more was my insisting that I knew I had to send this letter to my mother. On the one hand he said that if I felt the need to send this letter to finally cut the umbilical cord, I should do it, and that he stood 100% behind me and supported this action. But then he inquired why it was so important to me to send this letter. It seemed that it was inconceivable to him why I would want to do this. I remarked that I wanted my voice to be heard. He responded that this is not something I can influence, which is true to the extent that I cannot influence how my mother would interpret this letter. It will go through her own filter, and she will not read it the way I want it to be understood. But that was fine with me. I didn't care. The important thing was for me to say what I thought. After that session, I finally mailed the letter to my mother which had been sitting in my drawer for weeks. I felt a great sense of relief.
But the bottom line is that my therapist's advice and opinions, which I trusted, for many weeks prevented me from feeling and expressing the justified anger and rage that I felt towards those people who had caused it, and this was the real cause of my depression at the time. He was sending me mixed signals: "Go ahead and send the letter," "But explain to me, why do you want to send the letter?" This was not the only time he would send these mixed messages.
I increasingly felt that my therapist had reached his limits. He was very helpful in many respects, but he wasn't able to go all the way. In a meeting with him I kept insisting that my depression had other reasons, probably my repression of feelings connected to my childhood. He quickly steered the discussion away from my childhood. At one point he even said that we had discussed my childhood long enough. At the end of each session we always said our goodbye's in a very warm and heartfelt manner, but after that session I was very frustrated and I think so was he. That was apparent when we said good bye that day, and as I walked out of his office I knew that this was going to be my last therapy session, which it was.
I hope it is clearer now how my unresolved therapist contributed to my depression. The question that remains to be answered is what my therapist's mixed messages and uncertainty as to how I should deal with and position myself vis a vis my parents reveal about himself. I can now see that he must still be afraid of expressing his true emotions - in particular the so-called negative ones like anger, disappointment, rage, etc., towards his own parents. The little boy in him is probably still afraid of the consequences he might face if he did so. He transferred his fear onto me. On his blog he recently wrote: "My incentive [not to watch TV for a year] would have been that it would have pleased my parents (a big issue for me that, only in the last few years, has begun to dissolve)." He obviously is aware of his fears to some degree, but I wonder if he is aware how this issue comes to bear in his practice as a psychotherapist. He has three children of his own, and even though he and his family live far away from his parents, he obviously wants his kids to be close to their grandparents. He is afraid that a rift between his parents and himself will have negative repercussions on the grandparents-grandchildren relationship, and he acted this fear out on me.
To close I just want to reiterate that once I allowed myself to feel and express this anger in the shape of the letter to my mother, the depression lifted. I felt a great sense of relief. I was able to function again. After I told him that I had sent the letter he never inquired into the contents of it. When in late December of 2006 I emailed him my with my decision to quit, he didn't offer any resistance anymore. I'm sure he was relieved because this way he didn't have to confront his fear of his parents any more. Unless of course, some other client comes along and forces him do so.
