I had been looking. I had been looking for a male therapist. I did not think a woman therapist would be the right fit.
Lo and behold, I was wrong. When the student is ready, the teacher appears.
I am a very good therapist, so I have extremely high expectations of all therapists. Most don't come near meeting my lofty ideals. Most are too "technique" based. What works best for my own therapy is a Jungian/Freudian. What I am best at providing for others is a gestalt/psychodrama/narrative approach.
I believe fully that the mishaps of our early beginnings in life cast long, far-reaching and dark shadows upon our SELF over the course of our lifespans.
My goal for therapy is to stretch my immature underdeveloped SELF into a more reliable and accountable me.
It is not easy pushing mySELF out into the world in ways that purposely make me uncomfortable. I walked into that therapist's office and told her all my deep dark secrets about letting myself off the hook. I explained that I would lie to her when I wanted to take a break and would become defensive when I was afraid. I clearly stated that I would balk at any attempt by her to push me.
She still agreed to take me on.
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship, with mySELF.
Arising Rose, #1487
© 2011 James W. Murray, all rights reserved.
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Details: October 6, 2010; Canon 20D; f/8 @ 1/320 sec; —2/3 EV; ISO 400; 100mm.