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Every time I started getting chatty with a client, I felt I was talking way too much about myself. It's really easy for me to go on and on about myself, because I'm so into that subject.
Following that, I'm a really selfish, self-centered person, it would appear. I'm learning. I don't really care to hear about people's personal lives, in general or on the table. Just the basics to let me know what kind of person they are, a gist on their attitudes, and how they use their bodies. I'm struggling with this because it's how I am, yet I percieve an expectation that I should care, and I don't. Not trying to be blunt for being blunts sake only, I just honestly don't care. Sometimes this worries me, but I don't kill myself over it. When people go on and on about themselves, I really truly wonder why they are telling me, and more importantly and puzzlingly (haha) why they think I would want to know any of it. Honestly, I really wonder why people think I would care that their dog ate whatever and their mom is visiting and blah blah blah.
Does that mean I have no business being a therapist? I'm trying to answer that for myself. Other therapist's thoughts are welcomed but only those applicants selected for an interview will be contacted.
Again, even as I say this, I feel like I'm saying too much. Basicly, I'm reconsidering whether I'm ready at this seforum.xxxe to treat other people. I have very little people skills, and have a huge chip on my shoulder about several issues. I'm confrontational without knowing why. When I meet someone I trust and like, I open up way too far. I lack an exterior shield I guess. For some it is really easy to do, but for me every single thing peirces me to my center. This is double-edged, the good gets in really well (I can enjoy trees like no other)_ but so does the bad: a barking dog or loud screaming talk makes me livid, and I don't know why I can't just let it be. It gets to me, I'm defenseless. It's like it disturbs my inner peace, and I feel helpless.
Not very Zen, I know. It's my philosphy, I'm just not good at it yet. NOt that it matters. But you see, already I've divulged WAY too much. This is so easy to do. And it's even worse while treating.
Your therapist is new, give her a break. You have no idea (rightly so, of course) what it's like to put yourself next to people that close, and try to help them. It's not like chatting with your doctor, he is safe behind protocol and superiority. He can say what he likes because he is not making himself vulerable for even a second. You have no idea as a layperson about drugs or whatever he is considering. However, you certainly have an idea about touching and about how you feel about touching and how you feel in general. This is our turf.
There is an inherent power differential in the therapeutic relationship (essay-babble, sorry). It is necessary for the functioning of the relationship. People have a notion of chatting like ordinary people, but we are not ordinary people talking. We are one person asking for help, and another trying to provide it. This is much different, and must be respected.
Without overly trying to back-up my point here and make a solid case for this, let me say this: the therapist is putting themselves out there way more than the client. shocking, I know. It's because of expectations. We all accept the people for however it is that they are, there is no expectation that they be any particular way. On the other side, there are huge expectations of what the therapist should do/be. We expect them (rightly so, of course) to be competetant and caring, essentially.
When someone gives you a massage, it is way more personal than you imagine. It combines what they intuitively just do, with varying degrees of therapeutic analysis. The story spoken by their hands is immensely personal: it is direct, pure output of their being, on all levels, modulated by analysis. (All discriminations between levels of being are artificial and intended for entertainment purposes only - Zen disclaimer) Nothing exists but the Mind, and the Mind that exists, is not the real Mind. Words are useless, stop reading.
haha, I'm so annoying. Where was I. Yeah, anyway, a therapist is putting themselves out there allot, no need to further this with more talk of themselves. The treatment is about the client, not the therapist. Although, as I said above, in realitiy, the entire treatment is entirely the therapist, you dig? Expectations are the reverse however.
And finally, people are just people, and want to talk, this is natural and there is nothing wrong with it. I reserve the right to reserve myself. If a client is put off by this, they are wrong, and yet I still suffer anyway because they leave. Oh well. Nothing is fair, especially the tyranny of the ignorant.
Back to my dilemma. If I don't like people, why is there even a dilemma, you ask. Well, it's not that I don't like people, it's that I don't buy their bs. Yet they cling to it like life itself, so what am I to do? People believe their own bs, and I refuse to take my own bs, or myself, seriously. So what can I do? Sounds like I'm putting allot of expectations on people eh? That's the third chip from the left on my right shoulder; go ahead just knock it off, I know you want to, go ahead, knock it off. haha.
Oh, and the other part of the dilemma is that I'm extroardinairly gifted at massage. *ahem* But just the technical massage part, and the intuitive flow part. Just not the part where there's that other person there that I have to contend with. So, I don't know what to do. I need more people skills I guess, maybe in a few years, if I'm a little more mature, it will come naturally. Maybe massage will help speed that up if I work at it. Who knows.
I hope that answers your question. Did you see how I went on and on, and you couldn't care less? You really don't want your time on the table to consist of the therapist's blah blah blah, trust me. Sounds like yours is erring a little too far on the side of caution, but she needs that to stay healthy. Granted, a little chit chat would be okay, but details, no. You can't look at your therapist as just some other regular person. They are entrusted with allot of details about you, personal things about your body and whatever. To do this important job, they need boundaries to stay mentally healthy. That is all, don't feel slighted by it, she needs that to live, literally.
Bumping on the street should consist of a nod and a hello, that's it. No conversation whatsoever. We are not friends, despite illusions to the contrary. We are client and therapist, let it be as such.
Don't know what more to say, other than the therapeutic relationship is not a friendship, by trying to make it both it fails to be either.
But I understand how a client is vulnerable, and part of letting down the guard is ascertaining the relative safety of doing so. (You know it's a good day when you get to use "ascertain"- anyone remember that Kids in the Hall sketch?) And I understand this requires a little input from the therapist, so they aren't a stranger at least. Too much of this undermines their ability to actually be a therapist, however. The end result is indeed a balance between sharing and withholding. To be balanced though (against these other factors I've mentioned), the actual zero point is much further to one side than you may think. It's not in the middle, where friendships are. This is by design, and that's all there is to it.
I really hope my endless babbling has helped in some way.
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