One social worker I saw (she was cheap) was a real basketcase. A former hippy from the 60s who went on and on during my paid time about what a difference she and her friends made back in the day. She was just lost in that era and hadn't updated her views to match the modern times. She looked and dressed pretty normal but as soon as you started trying to talk to her you could see was stuck in another time. For example when she found out I didn't have any African-American friends she accused me of being racist. What?!
When I did try to talk about the my problems she'd just sit their chainsmoking her Virginia Slims and feed me talkshow style expressions I could have gotten for free by watching tv at home. She had no wisdom to impart and never really heard what I was saying, it was all filtered through her idealistic 60s lens. I finally stopped seeing her and not returning her phone calls when she did the most inappropriate thing and CALLED ME AT WORK saying, "I just couldn't let the Christmas season go by without seeing how you were doing."
I was very short with her and furious, to which she responded, "Oh, you must have coworkers around your desk and can't really talk." I replied, "Actually, I'm sitting here by myself perfectly alone." She got the message.
I'm no Republican but I know a dumb liberal when I see one now. -- Anonymous
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When I first started college, I went to our school's psychologist to attempt to deal with childhood trauma issues. Since I was not in immediate danger of any kind, he had to pass me off to another agency – luckily we had an outstanding graduate program in social work and a counseling center where the near-graduation grad-students honed their craft. And, I could afford their $5 per session fee.
At my first session, the counselor announced that given my issues, I needed someone who would be around for a while, but she was so intrigued with my description of my mother that she thought she'd meet with me this one time before her graduation.
Great. I'm a curiosity. Umm, how about my reason for being here??
The second counselor was definitely longer-term. However, it became increasingly clear as time went on that anything I wanted to talk about, she wanted to stay far away from. We tried a relaxation exercise since I had great difficulty keying down. Instead of calming me, I immediately started to get a flashback. Rather than discuss it, the whole episode was quickly shunted off as a "let's never do that again."
The kicker, though, was when she began pushing me to be involved in video-taped sessions for her grade. I have serious issues with my image on film or my voice recorded … issues that directly relate to the childhood trauma, which she was aware of. She kept pleading with me that I would be a great case, and besides, this was for her grade. I gave in for a while, but we got very little done in those sessions.
Finally, frustrated and cranky, I decided to skip an appointment. I reasoned it all out, but really I wanted to wake this woman up … that it was time she take what I said, my feelings, seriously for a change.
The message on the answering machine was pleasant, but she still obviously missed the point. I skipped the next session as well – highly unlike me. This time when I returned her phone call, she immediately began with:
"You're doing so well in school. This is for my grade … don't you want me to do well in school?" A good five minutes of this emotional blackmail. I never went back and I hope her instructor explained the error of her ways to her – I should have reported exactly what happened … but I didn't have the fight in me at the time.
Wazz up
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