Ode To The Client Or What I Value My Friends For

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Ode To The Client Or What I Value My Friends For
Ode To The Client Or What I Value My Friends For
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You know, I'm proud of my clients. Not those who come for a couple of sessions in search of quick directives to restore their own life guidelines. And not those who come just to leave, because "nothing can help them." But those who remain and boldly arm themselves with a flashlight in order to go through their own thorns to not so much the stars of the unconscious

I appreciate them for the courage to stay and admit that something went wrong in their life. I appreciate for the readiness to realize that in this "something" there is a lot of their own participation, and hence - responsibility. It is never easy, it is almost always through denial, fear, resentment and resentment. But as a result, having passed through hundreds of protective barriers and overcoming a lot of obstacles, they win.

I appreciate the courage to say what many are afraid to even think about. They admit that they are overweight and fear of being abandoned and rejected not only by the closest ones; resentment towards parents and an absolute unwillingness to marry or have children in spite of "age" and other conventions. They say that marriage was just an excuse to leave home and they gave birth to children - without love. They confess that they consider themselves ugly, disliked, unworthy, and at this moment - they are heroically courageous people, because these confessions are the first and most important step with success.

I appreciate that each session is work on yourself. And not just the client. These are often some new facets of my own old minerals and hidden rocks, which I can only observe here and only now, taking away an almost physical aftertaste after each such verbal walk along the long-lit alleys.

I appreciate them for not growing from session to session with stalactites of universal wisdom and the greatest omniscience, but I can learn new things - from clients. And I am not ashamed to be not the most intelligent, to get out of the image of an all-knowing semi-god and an all-seeing X-ray of feelings and meanings. Simply because, being always in the faster-higher-stronger position, it is easy to miss a small insignificant detail without ever knowing that it is precisely that which is the key to the most important door.

I enjoy the surprises they bring from time to time. For example, the rare and therefore so valuable tears of relief. Or an hour of silence, during which there is such an internal struggle that any words seem superfluous and inappropriate. Or explosions of sincere, almost childish laughter, in which there is so much freedom and so little fear.

I was once told that a therapist is a friend for money. Yes and no, because friendship is still not for sale. But to be able to confess the most intimate and far from always positive and not to hear condemnation, contempt, not to feel arrogant for their weakness is still priceless.

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