Right, Friday's are now supposed to be my book review day. But the template crash and re-design, my mother's illness, and my flooded basement have meant little time for reading. It'll be back next Friday.
I would like to rant. Maybe I should have a regular Friday rant instead of a regular Friday book review.
I have a friend who started seeing a psychiatrist late last year. She is post-abortive and has been to a Rachel's Vineyard weekend retreat. Some months after that, she felt strong enough to seek help for the significant sexual abuse she suffered as a child.
(Good post-abortion support often gives women the courage to face other issues, but that's a story for another day.)
So she found a psychiatrist. He is a board-certified psychiatrist who has been practicing in her community for over thirty years. They started working together and he has been very helpful.
To get better in therapy, you have to make yourself vulnerable--there's no way you can talk about those very troubling, core childhood hurts without feeling very exposed and vulnerable.
Oh, and speaking of feeling exposed, last week Mr. Psychiatrist told my friend that he goes to strip joints. Not, you know, to ogle the women or anything. Just to watch how they move their hands so he can learn how to be a better dancer himself.
Oh, okay, great. Wouldn't want to re-create any abuse dynamics in therapy, though, or use the trust built up in therapy to expose , uninvited and unwanted, his sexuality to this very attractive and very vulnerable woman.