Keep Breathing…Friday Fictioneers.

“All my life,” Melissa sighed to her therapist. “I’ve been peering through the keyhole too afraid to live.”

Phillippa was trying hard not to yawn. Dumping clients was hard. Never mentioned the “F” word.  It was all about “finding a better fit”.  Being a “therapy drop out” wasn’t good for their self-esteem.

“Anyway…”

Suddenly, Melissa became strangely animated, even possessed. “I finally attended a writer’s group this week and read one of my poems. Thought I was gunna die. Then, I heard you counting and this other voice saying: “Breathe, Melissa. Breathe. You can do it.”

“It was actually me.”

This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s image was provided by © Shaktiki Sharma.

This week, I’ve spent a bit of time researching my grandmother who was a concert pianist and I’ve been thinking about that experience I had as a child of almost looking through the keyhole into her adult world. There was definitely a “them” and “us” policy and children should be not seen AND not heard. That suited us and we’d round up change for lollies from the adults and disappear with our stash.

Yet, there were those times I distinctly remember peering into this adult world and watching through that metaphorical keyhole. Nothing quite like being a spy!

By the way, I’d also encourage comments about when therapy doesn’t work and what that was like. Personally, I’m a lousy one for taking action but I’m currently working through that with my physio. Or, should I say, I’m “walking” it out.

Hope you’ve had a great week!

xx Rowena

 

 

13 thoughts on “Keep Breathing…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. New Journey

    I went to a therapist eons ago….LOL she started by wanting to close out eyes and let the BS wash over us….my terminology BS not hers…LOL I couldn’t even stay for the full 50 minutes….I get more out of sitting in-front of the ocean, river or mountain I am near and reviewing my life on my own…..meditation and I are one these days….LOL good story

  2. granonine

    As a therapist, I can tell you that none of us has a 100% success rate. If you are truly dedicated to helping people, that’s very troublesome. When therapy “doesn’t work” I know how it feels from my own perspective. If feels awful. You know you haven’t managed to find the magic button that motivates a client to do the work he needs to do in order to get better.

  3. Snow's Fissures and Fractures

    My mom used to send me to my room when we had guests, especially when she had conversations with her friends that were not meant for my ears. Living in a small apratment, it was useless…and besides, I was all ears, trying to hear their little secrets. 😀 These days, I wish someone would send me to my room.

  4. spicedmullings

    If the therapist is not hung on cliches or someone who will box you, but is flexible you will benefit.
    Therapy needs time, commitment and genuine care and interest.
    Today it has become a business and therein lies the worm in the apple.
    Service industry is no longer that – service industry. It has become a money minting strategy!
    Sorry to be harsh.
    Btw, I am counsellor!

  5. goroyboy

    I was also a child seen and did not want to be heard. Today as the father of five I have a new appreciation for how much I learned from my children by “listening”. I give credit to therapists good and bad, to me it’s a relationship. Not everyone is meant for each other. There have been a few that have helped me through some pretty tough times. My mother is a therapist who helps Native American teens and adults struggling with addiction. Seeing the fruits of some of our labor, gives me hope and a full appreciation for therapists who make a difference. Good luck on your journey. Peace

  6. Rowena Post author

    Wow! Your mother’s work is fantastic. My uncle is Aboriginal and is doing similar work with young men but in a broader context: http://outbackacademy.org.au/staff-view/darryl-kickett-2/
    It’s so important, as you and your family know, for indigenous people to have, know and be respected for their own cultures. You take that away from anyone and you are removing a chunk of their soul, which does so much harm. Hopefully more people come to understand this and more healing can occur. Peace.
    xx Rowena

  7. Rowena Post author

    I never actually realized that you could make headway. I thought you had a chat, vented and came back the next week. Now, you have to do breathing exercises etc and mindfulness but they can really make a huge difference…especially if you follow through. That’s possibly the greatest challenge!

  8. goroyboy

    Looks like he is beaming! It’s so important for our indigenous people to share struggles but also victories. Peace to you my friend

  9. Rowena Post author

    Thanks very much. Uncle Darryl is an inspiration but unfortunately, Darryl and my aunt live over in Perth so we rarely see them. My son thought we were indigenous because of Darryl when he was younger and no amount of explaining could convince him otherwise. He still has a close affinity and respect.

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