One of the things I’ve discovered by going to therapy is that there are different schools of psychological thought that get along as well as the Shiites and Sunnis.
I’m seeing a traditional “talk therapist.”
Pros: By talking about your past, you understand your present.
Cons: You can be in therapy for twenty-five years until you understand shit.
Sophia is seeing a cognitive behaviorist. She makes little snickers now when I mention my talk therapy, as if I am spending my money on the equivalent of Lucy’s Psychiatry Booth in Peanuts (only it’s not five cents anymore due to inflation). She says that even it’s true that I will eventually understand myself, it doesn’t necessarily mean that that alone will lead to this big leap of change, as talk therapy presumes.
A cognitive behaviorist spends less time talking about the patient’s mother, and more time changing the patient’s faulty way of thinking. A lot of time is spent on belief work. Sophia’s cognitive behaviorist therapist even gives her homework.
Pros: You start changing immediately.
Cons: Is life really worth living without negative thoughts and passive-aggressiveness?
Despite Sophia’s opinion that her therapist is better than mine, I like Linda, my “talk” therapist. I feel comfortable with her. I told her about my talking Penis on my blog and she didn’t even blink. I had a breakthrough today. Here it is:
I do not like taking responsibility like an adult. I am still like an adolescent, looking for authority figures or rebelling against authority figures, but not truly being ME. I avoid the big adult decisions in my work, in my marriage, and in my life.
I was buying this train of thought, until Linda brought up something close to my heart.
“Have you thought about your blog? Is writing on your blog without making any money from it — a way of avoiding responsibility?”
Well, duh. I don’t have to get a Master’s in Psychology like Linda has to figure that out.
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