It’s official. I’m in therapy. OK, I’m not going to get into the habit of starting sentences with “My therapist says” (although I do have to catch myself at times) but I’m totally comfortable with the fact that I’m “seeing someone”. I may not yet be fully adjusted to the New York way of life but I’ve seen enough Woody Allen and Sopranos scenes to realize that it would be abnormal for me not to be in therapy…at some point… it doesn’t have to be forever, right? Just until I have answers to the problems I came to her with in the first place…or have discovered a whole fleet of underlying problems…or… my life is perfect…hmm.
Anyway, right now it’s quite fun. It’s just like hanging out with a friend that has a completely fresh, objective perspective and not having to feel bad for droning on about Me Me Me. I see my weekly outing as luxury that is afforded to me by the exorbitant health insurance I am forced to pay in this country. As long as I’m fit and healthy I may as well see a clinical social worker, a psychologist or anyone else in the licensed ‘healing’ profession for less than a the cost of a pedicure. Note to self: must find out if sports massage is covered. Basically, you need to cash in where you can.
Anyway, back to therapy. I found the initial session rather awkward, I must say, but I soon settled back into the reclining chair and surprisingly had very little difficulty rabbiting on for an hour when she asked me to tell her all about my childhood (yes, she’s from that school of thought). Who knew it could be that enlightening just listening to yourself speak uninterrupted for lengthy periods of time? I’m convinced that this sort of verbal meditation, with or without a therapist present, would be an eye opener for anyone. And I’m not saying the therapist doesn’t provide input – I had a number of encouraging “go ons”, “that’s interesting” and “how did that make you feel?” and at the end, just when “our time was almost up” I had a “you seem to know yourself very well” which, verging more towards the classic Type A personality, I latched onto as a sign of success. I was possibly less afflicted than some of her other patients and wouldn’t necessarily be a lifer. I mean it’s not exactly breaking the bank every week but I’d still like to enjoy a pedicure every once in a while!
But it’s early days yet. I’ve survived weeks one and two and there will be more weeks to come. I look forward to sharing any internal revelations with you, literally, in the words of my therapist, “same time next week”.