The Psychotherapist: From Trainee to Professional

The first reading I ever completed for my three-year psychotherapy diploma program was in the summer before starting the certificate (In the UK we get our Postgraduate Certificate before we can progress to the Diploma). I can’t remember what book it was from, but the author seemed very determined to instill in the reader that any trainee…

I Want to Talk About Rape

I want to talk about rape but I’m not really sure where to start. I only have three sessions left with my current therapist. We’ve been working together for about eight months, yet it’s only in the last three sessions that I’ve been able to voice anything further than, “So that happened” or discuss what…

Ill Squared

Last week I caught a cold. Usually, this wouldn’t be breaking news. I used to catch tonsillitis every school holiday, and have narrowly missed being able to have my tonsils removed several times. However, that was when I wasn’t permanently ill. That was when I was in my devil-may-care days, when the common cold could…

Transition

God, I hate change. There is just something inside of me that clenches whenever the word is mentioned. I get this mental image of myself as a small child throwing myself face down on the carpet, beating my fists and screaming. And yet, there is an equal part of myself that firmly believes that change…

Girl on a Train

Years ago, I was on an early morning train from Dallas airport to the city center. I had caught a ridiculously early flight and was traveling with two female friends. I sat across from them in the carriage. I was beyond exhausted, and, feeling safe in the knowledge that I was riding the train until…