Many therapists spend most of a session without uttering a sound. The more they talk, the less they are heard. The more they speak, the less the patient does his own emotional processing.
The more they offer answers, the less the client claims ownership of his happiness, responsibility, and control.
When treatment works, the seeker isn’t passive but active. The new thought is taken, not given. He grasps the reins, a voluntary effort.
Clinicians should rarely propel the train, though they may clear some of the tracks. Persuasion and insistence have limits. A parental, authoritative position creates a struggle for power or dependency.
Repetition is tiresome. Some people won’t change. They sought a remedy with the wish for someone else to do something.
We are not surgeons who administer an anesthetic so you can be redesigned while unconscious. If we possessed a storeroom full of magical potions, we’d be drinking them ourselves.
The counselor asks questions, points in a direction, and monitors the strength of the resistant wind. He manages the temperature and allows hope to enter the room.
Who will reach for it? Not all do.
Like marriages and friendships, there are signs of trouble. The sessions drag, the medic becomes a debater, misunderstandings occur. The analyst drains his life force; perhaps he dreads the next appointment. The psychologist tries too hard, his counterpart too little.
Though the lesson is unwanted, the other’s life is not ours to reshape. The patient has the right to stay where he is, no matter the suffering.
The only adult we can alter is the one in the mirror. The man reflected in the silvered glass must reflect, claim his own agency, and act.
Mallets won’t hammer others to the shape desired. We are not sculptors or portrait painters. Sometimes the best we can do for another person is to give up on our capacity to do him good.
At least this permits him to take back his life.
Some people, including a few “helping professionals,” listen to be heard, to make pronouncements. They do better to listen to understand.
We all have limits. We all have goals and choices. Regarding the latter pair, here are mine for 2020:
To better understand myself and others. To discover an enlightening idea, an unexpected sight or sound.
I choose to search for these; and perhaps to change the world.