Her exact title is Licensed Clinical Social Worker.
She doesn't look like the specialists we usually see on television. She wore a sleeveless blouse, and her tatted arms were on vivid display. I even mentioned them to her.
She asked me if I would have any problem with having a white female therapist. I chuckled a bit, then told her that "some of my best friends are white females." Haaaaa! But they ARE! Gretchen, Trisha, Madeline (half white) and Shelley are tops on my list of GREAT FRIENDS!
I eventually told her that I prefer the company of women for just about everything...
Except romance! Haaaa!
I told her about having five sisters and being a mama's boy. So, women are now, and have always been, verrrrrrry essential to my well-being.
Suffice it to say, I wouldn't want any other mental health specialist than a woman. Men can kick rocks!
We discussed what motivated me to seek treatment. And now, we're gonna spend the next seven sessions exploring this little ol' mind of mine! We're gonna get to the bottom of why professional fulfillment and CAM Jr are like strangers that pass in the night.
I've gotta admit, I was kinda hopin' she had a chaise lounge, or a couch for me to recline on. But no such luck! I'll make the best of the little chair she has though.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
2019 is shaping up to be one helluva TERRIFIC year!
And for that, I am immeasurably thankful.
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