My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Note to Therapists
No one wants to be told what he already knows. He instead wants to be shown the significance of it, its application to him today, in the situation in which he finds himself and with the dilemma that makes it hard to penetrate the cliché. No one in crisis wants a lecture that was of little value (true though it may have been) when life was more manageable. Neither does anyone want to hear what he already believed before it wore so thin. Respond, then, to the need that is rather than with the answer that is available.
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