He has an entire world that he needs to return to when he leaves your office
Firstly, thank you for your hard work. My previously therapy-phobic husband now looks forward to Thursday all week. He looks forward to being himself and unwinding in the safety of your office, and I know you two have a great rapport filled with divrei Torah and learning that spices up each session.
And he’s doing really important work.
So I can ignore the giant hole in our already stretched budget. And I can ignore the fact that most of what he repeats to me in your name are things I’ve said to him at least once in the past 15 years — generally accompanied by tears or pleading. My words fell on deaf ears. But that’s okay, because it’s so much easier to hear something from someone you’re paying to listen to you. I get that. I just sit and silently salute myself for my spot-on instincts, sans degree.
Here’s the thing: You seem to have a “break then build them” method, encouraging your clients to heal their inner child so they can become strong. But every time you send my husband home with “homework” or “something to think about,” my life falls apart.
I didn’t realize that encouraging my husband to work on his baggage would mean I’d need to do most things alone: things like bringing in Shabbos, making Pesach, taking care of our beautiful family. Oh, he’s there physically. But he’s unable to help me, unable to be there for anyone outside of his emotions, his perception, his narrative.
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