It snowed a rare snow in Henderson, Nevada last night, an inch or two. This morning the
sky was bright grey, temperature 36 degrees, the roads damp. Four clients “late-cancelled”
because of the weather. This is how you make a therapist impotent with anger,
hurt and frustration, especially as the owner had set a moratorium on no-show fees
for the day, killing the revenge factor. I require you, clients, to think of my
feelings and needs. I require you to be immature and empty, traumatized and
depressed in other areas of your
life, but to be mature and responsible to keep your appointments.
That is of
course the conundrum of psychopathology. Evolution made us a mess, where we are
wounded and bleeding and have attitudes and twisted personalities that reflect
and defend the blood, yet a mess that has to go to jobs and be square with people.
This can’t work. The need to bury and forget the bleeding or to pretend we’re not, as
we move along our sixty to ninety years, is the cancer of the world. No one can hold it together, fake it, that long. We will lash out or lash in. As Janov
said, repression is the real disease.
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.