Thursday, June 26, 2014

SOLD

What am I doing...

WHAT am I doing?

It seems this is a question I've been asking myself a lot lately.
The level of attention one must have to complete the daily tasks of a work day seems so much more daunting on limited sleep, elevated cortisol and competing priorities like so many love bugs during "Love Bug Mating Season" on a windshield...
Just for context...

$4500 at least to move our shit across the state... I was shocked! 
Do we really have so much shit that it equates to 4 tons in weight?!? 
WHAT!?! 

And then I start looking around... 
Overstuffed chair- We like it. We got it from an old guy who died. Okay, kinda creepy but whatever. 
Two dining tables with 10 chairs- Well one we got out of necessity and the other was passed onto us because the first was too small and wobbly... and um... we need a 6 person dining table for two people? 
5 Large bookcases- Look, I've tried to convince the significant other to get rid of some... we just keep going to the bookstore for date night, and before you know it one thing leads to another... 
2 Large desks- Well we can't just have 1! That's unfair! We need to be equal. Besides, my art and therapy crap is just as important as history and professor junk!

You get the picture. 
According to the evaluator I artfully crammed a hell of a lot of stuff into a one bedroom apartment.
And according to the significant other we would probably have enough furniture to comfortably fill a 3 bedroom house. 

And what do I think about all this? 
I'm glad we have a basement because I've inherited a kick ass karaoke machine and I'll be damned if that thing is going to waste!




"You might recognize this song as performed by Jefferson Airplane in a little rocumentary called Gimme Shelter about the Rolling Stones and their nightmare at Altamont. That night the Oakland chapter of the Hells Angels had their way. Tonight? It's my turn... " - Cable Guy

No but seriously, we were told if we were moving farther away it would be more cost effective to ditch our furniture and buy all new when we got there. 
Seriously?!?

Meanwhile in my head...
1) So now I'm committee chair for a board position in a state I don't live in? Okay. 
2) I gotta get my kids scheduled for this tour. Damn, I have how many days left? 
3) Dinner with supervisor tonight. Will probably be late!
4) Oh! My other supervisor sent me what she wrote in my reference check up!- 
"*** is very articulate in both verbal and written communication. ***'s documentation is timely, concise, and insightful. *** is personable and gets along well with clients, colleagues, and supervisors. *** is quick to identify potential problems and frequently offers suggestions for resolution. *** demonstrates excellent organizational and time management skills. *** is able to work with minimal supervision and produces very high quality work. *** also displays exceptional judgment and decision making skills in all areas of work." 
More than one of those words used is a flat out lie... Thank you!!
5) My house smells like dirty laundry and we just did all the laundry... this mystery is going to have to wait. 
The real 5)  Quick, give shit away so maybe we can afford to move and we can make less money!! 

WHAT ARE WE DOING?!


 
Some day we'll learn. 
But not now... 
6) $4800, WTF! SELL IT ALL!!!


Sunday, June 8, 2014

Gangsta Shhhhhhhh To Your Mother

Whoa...

I just had a mini epiphany...

I've been blogging for over a year.
And in that time span I have grown SOOOOOOO much.
At least I think so!

I started off at a relatively safe place- a plateau.
Since that time I've wound my way through Jungian concepts, explored personal beliefs, challenged thought patterns and behaviors...
Crazy shit!! (At least to me anyway)

Thinking back to the time when I began blogging- I was essentially bored.
I had stagnated personally.
I felt like I was going no where and had felt highly unfulfilled, despite being secure and safe (well... as safe as a person of my position can be living in a city full of thoughtful individuals with a mission to rid you of pesky personal belongings).

And you know, now... I feel very differently.

Upon further reflection I do not feel the same void I once did spiritually, professionally or personally.
In fact, I feel like I've come an extremely long way in learning to connect with others, meaningfully.
And that's kind of a BIG FUCKING DEAL YO!!

I've gotten to know myself infinitely better and therefore have a much better handle on situations that would have otherwise had me huddled in a corner weeping.

FOR EXAMPLE:
My significant other and I will be moving soon to a lovely new state that is much less crowded and where the beer flows like wine.
The process of actually making this a reality is overwhelmingly massive.
Like...

And it got compounded when my significant other said that they almost fainted at work because they're schedule is insane and they work all day and go to class till 9 every night of the week and do homework before they pass out in between.
So needless to say I am in charge of finding a place, finding a job, packing and moving us all within the next 6 weeks... And I'm still working till.. I dunno, July 11th. ?

What in the hell do I do?

Well the me BEFORE would have had a nervous breakdown after foolishly attempting and failing miserably to get all of it done myself. THEN bawl in a corner and eventually make myself sick from exhaustion.
THEN I'd call my mom and cry and she would eventually suggest coming to help me.

NOW?
I skipped over all that other bullshit and just called my mom.
And why my mom you ask?
It's not just because of the obvious "Man, my mom knows how to fix everything."
No, no, no, no, you don't understand.
MY MOM 1) has few obligations at present, 2) financial resources *via POPS, 3) a motherly instinct to help her offspring and 4) the indispensable organization skills of military wife who has moved across country with a family in tow (often by herself) a ZILLION times before.
She's like a freakin powerhouse in these situations.

So hurray for learning how to SKIP ALL THE BULLSHIT and CALL FOR HELP!!!

It saves so much time and energy!

The plan?
Mom comes in Wednesday.
Drive to [insert 1 of 50 states here] Thursday.
Go to (awesome) new job interview Friday.
Find place to move my junk to Saturday.
Drive home and drink awesome beer Sunday. 

And now I feel supremely confident all of this will not only get done, but will be done with the efficiency of... a well oiled machine...that...
is made for doing....
things like this?
SURE!!
YES!!!



In the last year...
I have learned to be a gangsta.


Word.
To your mother.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Graduating Padawans

A journey takes many twists and turns.
Many unexpected.
I experienced a shocking range of emotions after discharging one of my favorite clients.
Mostly I felt conflicted about wanting to keep in contact with him.
The only thing that seemed to help sort through all of the confusion was writing.

Why would a therapist want to keep in contact with a client?
I've asked myself that question many times.
In school this is one of the first no-no's you hear about.
Therapy is a professional relationship, there must be strict boundaries for the good of the profession, therapist, and most especially the patient. And I definitely agree with this statement whole heartily.
Especially for a patient's sake.
Clear and professional boundaries are one of the only things that can cultivate true safety- which is necessary for real healing to occur.

At the time of the therapy a patient is in need of some kind of care, that is why they are a patient to begin with.
It's a time when they are vulnerable, and it is a therapist's duty and responsibility never to exploit that.
Does it happen? Yes. Exploitation of clients happens fairly frequently, unfortunately. 
It's a darker side of humanity- the abuse of authority.
Bosses and employees. Students and teachers. Therapists and patients. 
However, I refuse to clump every person I hear has done this into a group of disgusting lechers preying on the defenseless.

And in some respects I felt like a lecher.
Why?
Because I had broken this rule... I had given this client my email address for the purposes of contacting me after he had discharged and I had resigned my position as art therapist at my organization.
Yes.. this is what my psyche was doing. 
And this fucker wasn't going away. 
GOD ITS ANNOYING!!

SO- As I thought more and more about my unresolved feelings about this- I consulted this dude, Yalom.
Look at that jovial face!
Just kidding... half-kidding. 
Irvin D. Yalom is every therapist's guru and if he's not, there's something wrong with you because he does exactly what you should be doing- caring for people in the most authentic and honest way possible.

But before going into that- let me revisit my original question. 
Why do I want to keep in contact with this client... 
Because he helped me to grow as a person as well as a therapist by challenging the way I develop rapport and relationships with clients.
He wouldn't accept my usual medicine... he wanted more. 
He constantly demanded more from me. 
And what I found was that the more I stepped up to the plate, the deeper and more authentic the therapy became. 
He stepped up to the plate as well, which was remarkable to watch. 
He continued to surprise me with his strength and willingness to step outside of his comfort zone. 
And of course I felt an immense sense of pride. 
Not only was I witnessing him mature first hand, but I was also participating in my own maturity process in therapy... Stepping up to the plate and demonstrating my own strength and courage to dive deeper.
I found that I was bringing up shameful and embarrassing topics in therapy with little hesitation.
I plowed head first into understanding my counter-transference and how it related directly to my past and present relationships... 
And dude... I'm being dead serious about being Egg-cited!

In essence, this kid helped become a catalyst for some really important self-exploration, which I will always be thankful for.
And I obviously hope I was also able to shed some light on his own- which he has confirmed (but I will likely not believe it until he gets much older.)

Now, going back to Yalom.
In one of his books The Gift of Therapy he describes many issues that arise in the course of providing care for others. 
I've discussed the concept of the "wounded healer" before.
- How essentially we (therapists) are all fucked up and that's actually how he have developed a stronger level of empathy for others' pain and become committed to alleviating it.
In his book Yalom writes about Jung-
(Which if you're reading this for the first time, Jung is kind of the inspiration for this blog... so yea. Coincidence? I think not.) 

Jung often spoke of the increased efficacy of the wounded healer. He even claimed that therapy worked best when the patient brought the perfect salve for the therapist's wound and that if the therapist doesn't change then the patient doesn't either. Perhaps wounded healers are effective because they are more able to empathize with the wounds of the patient; perhaps it is because they participate more deeply and personally in the healing process.

That's exactly what I felt like happened. So much of the interactions in the therapy inspired and energized my own insight. And I loved every minute of it- even the difficult parts.

Now- I know this doesn't really answer the true question of IF I should continue to have contact with this client.

Yalom very often describes continued contact with his patients. He says not only could the wounded healer be helped, but being upfront with the patient about it could also be beneficial for them as well!

Furthermore, the patients' self-esteem is radically boosted by being of help to the therapist. I have had several opportunities to minister to important figures in my life.

He himself describes keeping contact with his old therapists and values their relationships after therapy has concluded. 

I often advised and comforted an elderly former therapist, saw him through a lengthy illness and was privileged to be at his side at the moment of his death. Despite revealing the frailty of my elders, these experiences served to enrich and strengthen me.

Basically... what this all boils down to is relationships.
Do I feel that I would be exploiting the therapist/patient relationship with further contact?
No I do not. 

HOWEVER, the answer as to whether or not I will keep in contact is still unanswered.
Despite feeling that this particular client relationship was different for me, and as much as I hope our interactions were transformative for him as well - the choice will have to be his.
I truly believe that any continuation of a relationship after therapy should be in the hands of the patient, on the patient's terms. 
He is a young man, fully capable of making his own decisions and not in any way cognitively impaired.
And should he make the decision to contact me, I will gladly respond.
He is no longer vulnerable, however he will always be in my care because I genuinely care for his well-being.
Should he decide to contact me, I will view our relationship as embarking on another journey.
One of mentorship.
Always in motion is the future. 

I hope my real Yoda days continue ahead of me.
Mentoring is a delight. 
And if I can't continue with this one, than I hope to start again with another client who sparks another wave of inspiration and exploration. 
But regardless, he'll always be my first padawan. 

Good luck, young one.
May the force be with you.