Today I went to therapy.
It's a little bit crazy that I have been a therapist for several years and this is my first time going.
I could explain the complicated history of how it was never my intention to become a therapist and how I've always perceived therapy to be something of a hustle, but that's a long and tedious story.
Anyway, my therapist's name is Judy.
Her office looks like a place Freud might have worked. Stuffed with therapy books, a well worn sofa, and pictures of her kids.
It's probably 1/3rd the size of my office but I found myself envying her cozy, cramped office.
My office looks like an IKEA version of a therapist office and it's a little generic and cold.
I think therapy is going to be a struggle for me.
I felt intense guilt the entire session that I was talking so much about myself. I felt like I should be listening to her. Anytime she did mention something personal, I attempted to get her to elaborate on it.
Like I do for my clients.
She gave me a few ideas for dealing with various life issues and we set up another appointment.
I am committing to at least 6 sessions to see where this takes me.
Already I feel greater empathy for my clients.
I also feel kind of bad for her. My nightmare is to get a therapist as a client.
I would just imagine that they were criticizing me in their head the whole time.
This is one of my bucket list goals and I am excited to cross it off the list!