Tuesday, August 3, 2004

Shrinkage I met a new shrink today. When mine died a few months ago, I learned that she'd left a list, recommending referrals for her patients. But when I finally found out the name of the person she'd left for me, I was told not to bother contacting her--she wasn't taking on new patients. Something about the way this was dismissed made me curious--it seemed like there was something unsaid. To make a long story short, there was aparently some resistance on the part of the Jungian colleagues of Barbara to recommend to me the Freudian who Barbara thought would be my best bet. I find this totally fascinating. What is that about? Competition? I decided to track her down anyway (which turned out to be slightly difficult, even in the age of Google,) met her today, told her the story, and got to watch her bristle at being labeled. Fun. But I liked her. Smart, more of an interruptor than I'm used to (probably good as I can run off at the mouth in therapy) and she had some profound, and new, insights. While there's a (large) part of me that dreads starting over, I also felt that sense of lightness and unburdening after our session, that security of feeling slightly less alone in my crazy, churning head. And now I'm off to pick up my churning toddler from Day 2 of preschool, also known as the days of the "KEEP ME HOME, MOMMY!" constant refrain. Deep breaths required. 11:56:58 AM     comment [] trackback []