Shrink Me
A joke among therapists (and even more among those who have to work professionally with therapists) is that we have chosen our career because we are in fact the ones in need of therapy. It is true. I have rarely denied this. In fact, I often don't give myself enough credit. But as much as I am aware of my idiocincricies and the ways they interfere with my life, my relationships, and my pleasure I hate to admit them. I hate feeling like the perpetual client. But I know that part of why I am an effective therapist is because I understand where my clients are coming from.
So today, I took a big step. I went to a counseling appointment under the hospices of "interviewing" this man to see if we would "be a good fit". Talk about distancing yourself from somebody, geez! But five minutes into it, I realized I was home. So, despite the years of counseling I have previously participated in, it is time to say it . . .
Being married has brought up the things that I fear most. I am living out of fear. I am allowing my fear to run rampant like five year old boy with ADD through the heart of my marriage. And it is time to get that kid on some spiritual Ritalin.
This is me doing my part to make my marriage not suck.
Labels: counseling, growing up, marriage
10 Comments:
fighting naked just speeds up the make-up process.
i wanted to add that the last two jobs i've had were selfishly motivated: i sold coffee for two point five years because i had been addicted to caffeine for 10 point 4 years; now i am an english teacher because i want to learn to read better.
perhaps this summer i can pull some work as a bartender on the weekends. that would clearly be a civil service.
fighting naked: good
cooking bacon naked: not so good
there's a brilliant christian band called the 77's who have a brilliant song called: "pray naked." it be good.
Mel, do we have a fight planned tonight??
How quickly talk of therapy leads to a naked discussion.... how Freudian.
aaaah, yes, peanutgallery, you have oberved correctly. what they don't know is that i am documenting their habits and tendancies for my new book: "Mother Didn't Love Me, So Now Loving You Is Hard". You can find it at stores in the fall of 2006.
Notes . . .
Observation: Despite new posts on blog, subjects continue to discuss the topic of sexual release as a form of relationship enhancement.
Assessment: Subjects appear to be fasinated with sex.
mel, what does ROFL mean?
"Roll on the floor laughing."
She's learned a lot of net speak over the last few months.
How dare you say that.
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