My therapist, Francis, is leaving. This marks the second straight therapist of mine who has left for greener pastures to be a clinician at Harvard. My feelings were mixed. As much as I love Francis' more than competent ears (I swear he is like a voice recorder, able to echo back my thoughts at his whim) and high vegal tone (i.e. his naturally chipper demeanor), I feel like I'm in a good place (thanks in large part to having gone to therapy consistently over the past year) and am ready to go without seeing someone for a while.
He is often my go-to confidante for my truest thoughts, and it dawned on me awhile back that after a point, confiding in and depending on a clinician as a social outlet may be inhibitive towards developing certain types of pro social bonds outside of his office. I'm more comfortable using the word, "I" with Francis than with pretty much anyone else. Maybe I've been spoiled by his expertise, but it seems most people don't listen but rather wait to talk, so leading with an "I" in general conversation often seems to leave me frustrated. I'm not complaining as I'm far more of a listener than a speaker, but it is nice to have someone to vent to, who is 1)genuinely concerned with the goings on in your and 2) savvy and seasoned enough to assist in making sense of my thoughts.
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