I'd be deceiving if I didn't admit to my preoccupation with suicide and an actual plan (considerate though I try to keep it) in my back pocket. Today, while trying to not say the words that would find my butt thrown back into the psych lockup, Pat the Wondertherapist intuitively read between the lines, once again proving that she's not only smarter than me, but that I'm more transparent than I thought.
After an hour of back-and-forth which actually left me feeling somewhat in a better place, I said to her, "but if I did, you do have the insight to understand, right?"
"No!" she emphatically replied, "and let me tell you something. In thirty years of this, not one of my clients has ever committed suicide. I told myself many years ago that if that ever happened, that would be the day that I would retire from this business. So if you are sincere when you say that I'm very good at what I do and that I've probably helped more people than I know, consider that you'd effectively remove me from ever helping anyone ever again, because that would be the day that I could no longer do what I do."
Hyperbole? Doubtful. But she was making a point that she knew would trump me in every way. The very last thing I ever want to do with such a final act is screw up somebody's life, and this would screw up the lives of clients that she would and could effectively lead to healthiness. Let's just say that this was a kick in the butt that brought a bit of reality into my head where little reality has resided of late.
Damn, she's good. And I honestly love her tactics, because she knows me well enough to know what works. Plus, she got me to laugh after that. Nobody has succeeded there until today.
I swear there's a giant, dust-covered manual titled Manual of Magic Therapist Tricks she resorts to when dealing with me. She also said I'm too smart for my own good. I think I'll just take that as a compliment instead of trying to analyze it.
After an hour of back-and-forth which actually left me feeling somewhat in a better place, I said to her, "but if I did, you do have the insight to understand, right?"
"No!" she emphatically replied, "and let me tell you something. In thirty years of this, not one of my clients has ever committed suicide. I told myself many years ago that if that ever happened, that would be the day that I would retire from this business. So if you are sincere when you say that I'm very good at what I do and that I've probably helped more people than I know, consider that you'd effectively remove me from ever helping anyone ever again, because that would be the day that I could no longer do what I do."
Hyperbole? Doubtful. But she was making a point that she knew would trump me in every way. The very last thing I ever want to do with such a final act is screw up somebody's life, and this would screw up the lives of clients that she would and could effectively lead to healthiness. Let's just say that this was a kick in the butt that brought a bit of reality into my head where little reality has resided of late.
Damn, she's good. And I honestly love her tactics, because she knows me well enough to know what works. Plus, she got me to laugh after that. Nobody has succeeded there until today.
I swear there's a giant, dust-covered manual titled Manual of Magic Therapist Tricks she resorts to when dealing with me. She also said I'm too smart for my own good. I think I'll just take that as a compliment instead of trying to analyze it.