Docsplainin' -- it's what I do

Docsplainin'--it's what I do.
After all, I'm a doc, aren't I?

Monday, April 5, 2010

I guess I'm just a sentimental old fool

Child with lace collar, posed with dogImage by George Eastman House via Flickr
"I'm a dog person," I told my client. "I'm going to cry right along with you." And I did.

I have cried with clients before. I have cried with women whose fathers were dying, couples whose children died, and once even at a wake for a client who died. But mainly, I cry when people's dogs die.

I can only hope that it's therapeutic. Because I really have little choice except to proceed. I mean, what am I gonna do, say, "Sorry, I don't 'do' dogs"? Because really, I do dogs. I am, after all, a dog person.

I feel your pain. 

I have always had dogs. There was a dog in the house before I was born. I got a puppy of my own for my seventh birthday. Starting with her, I count six who have blessed my life with their love, companionship--and in some cases, sense of humor--over the years. They have, variously, served as playmates, bed-warmers, bodyguards, co-therapists, physical fitness trainers, and travel companions. I loved every one, each in her or his own way. I have grieved the loss of five, and I can tell you that it never gets any easier.

We're supposed to be objective professionals. But lose your dog? I will lose all objectivity.
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Stephany said...

This is why I write about my dog.

Your compassion is a depiction of your empathy and probably the reason you are in the profession you're human.

mamie said...

How beautiful that you share emotions with your clients. That makes you HUMAN, and I would certainly welcome that compassion in a person I'm spilling my guts to.

Keep up the good work, VA. I think you must be a prize of a therapist.