Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
On my 17th visit to my therapist, marking nearly a year with her, she asks me, What do you think has changed? I could truthfully answer: No longer frantic and empty Like a cat Tied to a stick That’s driven into Frozen winter sh★t1 But I don’t listen to Radiohead very often anymore, and that’s…
1: My boss is annoyed with me because I just put in a request to go part-time, so I can spend a full day every work week doing Gershom-type things. It’s okay that he’s annoyed: I know he’d rather I invested more and more of myself in helping him keep the place running smoothly. But…
It’s 2003, and I am afloat emotionally and spiritually and socially and nearly every other way a 20-year-old can be afloat. The administration keeps talking about community, like it has for the last three years: building it, taking part in it, respecting it, supporting it; but I don’t know what community is, don’t even know…
My friend B. is a body psychotherapist. She’s explained what this means more than once, but I never quite get a handle on it.1 I gather that, where traditional psychotherapy is focused on talking, body psychotherapy treats us as the soul-body composite we are. One of the tenets of the discipline is that past trauma…
I’m sitting in the parking lot of the shrink’s office. This is why I got a laptop: I am so often in transit that if I waited until I was settled at my desk, I’d never get any writing done. I think the woman two spaces away is in the same boat. She’s parked in…
