
Why Finding a Therapist Can Be Worse than Dating
Let me set the scene:
It’s 2:45 in the afternoon. You sit, waiting nervously, sort of twiddling your thumbs and rocking your foot back and forth. You think to yourself “what a great start. She’s 15 minutes late.”
You’ve never met her before. So maybe you give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’s tied up with something important.
Another few minutes go by, and she comes through the door. You’re the only one sitting in this section of the room and she walks over.
“Steven?”
“Erm, yeah, yes. Yes, that’s me”
“It’s good to meet you, my name is Ellen… Let’s chat some more”
You awkwardly follow her to a more comfortable sitting space, proceed to choke, and just not know what to say. There is an awkward pause as you both sit down. “Make yourself comfortable,” she says, “I’m eager to get to know you. But first thing’s first, I must ask, do you have any thoughts of harming yourself or anyone else?”
