What is a Therapist Really?

I am meeting with a new therapist today.  I’m actually kind of excited.  Truth be told, I outgrew my old therapist years ago, but laziness kept me crawling back whenever I found myself needing to vent or needing mothering advice, or whatever I thought I needed.  She finally kicked me out though, so I have been forced to find someone new.

It’s almost like an internet date:

Will I like her?

Will she like me?

Will we decide to work together, seeing one another weekly, or will I walk out of her office realizing that it is not a love connection?

I like her name.

I like her accent.

I hope I like her too.

Did you ever realize that therapist can be broken down to:

The Rapist?

I don’t know why I never thought of that until this morning.  Haha.  This one charges so much that she really could be the rapist, if you know what I mean.  My Dad always said I wouldn’t make a living as a therapist, but looking at what I’m paying for my daughter’s therapist, and what my husband pays for his daughter’s therapist, and what this woman today charges, I’m not so sure I agree.  Well, truth be told, they are all MD’s, and I would have been a measly PhD had I gone forward past my MS (which I did not obviously or I wouldn’t be selling real estate now… or would I?).

Ok.  Wish me luck.  I have to go figure out what to wear for my date…

I mean my meeting with my new potential therapist.

I’ll keep you posted.

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About mallorylayne

midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
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