I said to Ned (my BFF) today that it feels like my training gave me a shitton of therapy and coping skills thrown at me. He’s like, “uh, you did.” Oh, right. I meant that I felt like I got a huge dose of therapy for myself, though, but it is true that I learned lots of awesome things that would be useful as a therapist, and just in life in general.
That said, I still felt the need to talk to Sid once while I was gone. Well, once on the phone… I also Emailed him earlier in the week. But yeah, I felt like I needed to debrief the whole iceberg thing with him, even though I didn’t really feel like I was in crisis anymore. Also, by the time I see him Tuesday, it’ll have been two weeks since my last session.
Anyway, we talked for 5 minutes. Ok… 9, but who’s counting (my phone). I got off the phone and I just felt so… I dunno, grateful? Happy? All I could think was, “damn, he’s good.” I’m not even sure what he did, but I felt like 1000% better afterward. Maybe it was the words of encouragement about how I was almost done with training, and “good job.” I feel like his encouragement isn’t usually in the form of overt compliments.
So, I think I’ve established pretty firmly here that I think he’s a really damn good therapist.
Like, damn. I feel like I cling to that.
Once again, the tired is taking over. Maybe one of these days, I’ll work on a blog post somewhere besides bed, and I won’t get sidetracked by tired.
All I really want to say is that I’m afraid I put him on a pedestal. I think he’s an awesome therapist, but am I idealizing him? He is only human.
Hmmm… probably a good thing to talk about next session. 😛