Preparing
I like the sensation of being too sleepy to go to bed - it makes writing easier.
And writing is never easy!
See, I've been putting things off, things being a non-descript term for writing. My reasoning is nonsensical, something about how I should be focusing on writing a business plan, and thinking about how I shift more towards specialising in conflict resolution, especially between clients and therapists, rather than keep that promise to myself.
See, I made a promise not to keep quiet. To live up to that, for the sake of my integrity, I need to write about this experience, the full blooded, adult version, for print. I've read too many articles that further the illusion that therapists are almost Holy in their ability to rise above physicality of attraction. The last one I read maintained such an ideal version of events, I felt as if it had been written by the counsellor equivalent of a Stepford wife! In this version of something eerily similar to my story (!) this counsellor-paragon of virtue likewise told her therapist that she had fallen in love with him .
And he told her gently that her feelings were all about herself.
What?!
Well that certainly wouldn't have washed with me - I would have listened politely and then pointed out that he had called me a Mynx - I prefer the Q3 spelling - besides which, surely the last thing someone who has been gaslighted needs, is a therapist reframing their feelings.
She had faith, I do not.
She accepted his compelling explanation, I think it's b*****ks.
I'm empowered to write this narrative. More than just because it is mine, I'm a therapist, I am human; acceptance and compassion are not Teflon non-stick. Empathy and an honest, open negotiation, takes courage. A lot of people are hurt every year by well qualified, accredited therapists who pay lip service to the imperative to treat clients with kindness.
I want to get published, to see my story in print.
Tomorrow I write!
This is part of the promise I made to myself each time the urge to make a formal complaint seized me like a crocodile!
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