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Shrinking
Expectations
Are
there therapy counselors you visit when you have trouble
with your therapist?
On
a cold winter night, I'm having dinner with one of my
best friends. A trusted confidant, over the years we've
shared our most intimate thoughts and feelings, including
the ups and downs in all our relationships. After several
minutes of social banter and a little wine, I finally
develop the courage to tell him my latest relationship
news. Following years of trying my best to make things
work, I've made a decision: I'm leaving my therapist.
My
friend is a little surprised. He knew things were bad,
but he didn't know they were that bad. He empathizes,
consoles, and supports me in whatever I decide to do.
And I think, "if only my therapist were like that!"
When
I break the news to my therapist, he views my desired
departure as a sign of repression, avoidance, and a refusal
to take responsibility. The difference between breaking
up with a loved one and with a therapist is that a loved
one will call you a bitch or a bastard; a therapist will
observe you're neurotic.
His
observations brought up a lot of thoughts and feelings.
Did we discuss them? Of course we discussed them! And
at the hour's end, we agreed to continue discussing them.
Despite
my disappointments and frustrations with my therapist, I
also respect him, which is why I've stayed with him for
five years. Given my respect, combined with the awareness
that I couldn't possibly be correct in my assessment of,
well, anything, I began to think not just about what a jerk
my therapist was but also if part of the problem was (dare
I say it?) me.
I
bring enormous expectations to therapy. At times I want
my therapist to be an encouraging best friend, an understanding
father, a skillful coach, perhaps even a forgiving god.
In a secular age where psychology is treated like a religion,
I admit I've never discussed my problems with a minister
or rabbi, but I've often gone to my therapist in need
of spiritual counseling. Of course, my therapist refuses
to live up to all my expectations and instead just helps
me get in touch with my expectations.
When
I'm not busy wanting my therapist to be all-knowing, all-loving,
and all-insurance-covered, I think a therapist should
be capable of seeing me clearly, effective at communicating
what he or she observes, and able to help me gain awareness
of the tools and skills which will help me grow, or at
least more effectively cope with being me. That's my ideal.
Now I know that finding the ideal anything is rare. What
I don't know is, how ideal should I expect my therapist
to be?
Between
the therapist I saw for several years in Los Angeles,
and my current one in New York, I tried several others.
One took incessant
notes and seemed to use his clipboard as a combination
security blanket and psychic shield. Another agreed to
short-term treatment, and when it didn't prove effective,
admitted, "I never thought it would be."I liked both of
these guys better than the first therapist I ever tried,
who, when he learned of how poor I was at the time, replied
in an ominous tone, "I suppose you'd be too scared to
ask your parents!"
I
generally liked my Los Angeles therapist, although I'm
not sure if that's because she was caring and gentle
or insufficiently confrontational.
Nevertheless, I often found therapy frustrating. Once,
when we disagreed if I should pay for one session I
missed, we spent four sessions exploring why I felt
that way. The unexamined life may not be worth living,
but the exhaustingly examined life isn't very cost-effective.
It's
just not fair. I pour out my guts, reveal the darkest
sentiments of which I'm aware, and continually consider
darker impulses and painful truths about myself, and
if I decide my therapist is a bozo, I have to pay to
figure out why I think that.
Okay,
okay, okay. I don't really think he's a bozo. I appreciate
his insight and dedication over the years. But I wonder
how much of me he sees, and thus, how far I can go with
him. I wonder if he sometimes resonates too much with
areas of significance with him and neglects other areas
of vital importance to me. Most importantly, I see walls
I keep hitting over and over again, and although I know
it's not his fault, I wonder if someone else might have
whatever qualities it takes to help me enter worlds
I avoid in my psyche.
I
know everyone has strengths and weaknesses. If I decide
to leave, am I finally accepting his limits and taking
responsibility for my life, or am I just unwilling to
trust him and dig deeper?
Should
I see a therapist about this?
Are
there therapy counselors you visit when you have trouble
in your therapy relationship?
If
I leave him, will I find happiness with my next therapist,
or am I doomed to keep repeating the same mistakes with
therapist after therapist until I work out my own problems?
Despite
my current struggles, I still believe in therapy. I
hope I can resolve my differences with the one I have,
but if not, I'm sure that after a suitable period of
retreat and recovery, I'll be ready for my next therapist.
Somewhere on this planet I'm sure there's the right
therapist for me.
I
only hope I'll be mature enough to be able to handle the
relationship.
Playwright
Rich Orloff lives in New York with his wife, Amy, and
several
fictional characters.
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