As I have mentioned before, I see a therapist. I received a text this morning from her, letting me know there was a death in her family and tomorrow’s appointment had to be cancelled.
Of course I know she has a family but the professional people I see — doctors, attorneys — they all have private lives but who they are when they leave their offices isn’t shared unless a rare tidbit of information about their world outside their practices is revealed. Conversely, these people know the most intimate details of my body, my mind and my heart.
In the case of a therapist, who hears so much pain and struggling from their clients, it has to be a learned skill to not take their work home with them. And it begs the question: who do they tell their troubles to? I hope my therapist has a good support system. Although she is a big part of mine, she is so much more than that. She is a wife, a mother, a daughter, a friend and an animal lover. She has and continues to help me with so many things since my vision loss, including the fact that what we do as a career isn’t who we are. And even though my appointment this week has been cancelled, through the loss of one of her loved ones, she shows me just that.
