Can Therapists Say Fuck?
by Chris de Serres
Yes, I am now officially a student-therapist. I also survived my first quarter of grad school. I even met my first client.
Me, and my fucked up family.
I won’t be able to get rid of this client no matter what I do. Nor did I really didn’t want to reacquaint myself with them. Not in a more objective, non-judgmental therapist kind of way at least. You see, part of being a therapist is seeing everything with a different lens. This lens will help me be an effective therapist, but I can tell my wife is sick and tired of it. Here’s a brief conversation:
Wife: I can’t believe my mum called again. I already told her I didn’t want to talk to her!
Me: Interesting. Why do you suppose she is not respecting your boundaries?
Wife: Because she is insane.
Me: Insane. That’s a strong word. Does this reflect how you really feel?
It’s insufferable I know. But it’s who I am becoming. I can’t cuss as often. I can’t even get into epic Facebook battles over gun rights. I can explore and reflect feelings. I can role model and offer corrective experiences. While the ID in me wants to vent like everyone else does, it’s not the life of a therapist. We need to be an oasis of positive self-regard to use at your pleasure.
This is my new world and, if I choose to accept, I am going to have to get comfortable with it. Fuck.