therapists required by “truth in advertising”
legislation to tell their reality, then virtually
no one would enter therapy. The therapist would
be obliged to say at least three things in return
to the suffering supplicant:
First, you will have to deal with this core issue
the rest of your life, and at best you will manage
to win a few skirmishes in your long uncivil war
with yourself. Decades from now you will be fighting
on these familiar fronts, though the terrain may
have shifted so much that you may have difficulty
recognizing the same old, same old.
you will be obliged to disassemble the many forces
you have gathered to defend against your wound.
At this late date it is your defenses, not your
wound, that cause the problem and arrest your
journey. But removing these defenses will oblige
you to feel all the pain of that wound again.
third, you will not be spared pain, vouchsafed
wisdom or granted exemption from future suffering.
In fact, genuine disclosure would require a therapist
to reveal the shabby sham of managed care as a
fraud, and make a much more modest claim for long-term
depth therapy or analysis.
Yet, however modest that claim, it is, I believe,
true. Therapy will not heal you, make your problems
go away or make your life work out. It will, quite
simply, make your life more interesting. You will
come to more and more complex riddles wrapped
within yourself and your relationships. This claim
seems small potatoes to the anxious consumer world,
but it is an immense gift, a stupendous contribution.
Think of it: your own life might become more interesting
Consciousness is the gift, and that is the best