So the story behind this (since he wants me to write about it) is that I brought Matt to therapy with me last night. It’s something we’d been talking about for a while, and we’d planned it with my therapist a couple of weeks ago. Since I talk about Matt all the time in therapy, we thought it might be interesting for my therapist to meet him, and perhaps it would give Matt and I some insights into each other.
In all my years of therapy, I’d never brought someone with me before. It was odd at first, introducing him into my inner sanctum, where the dynamic has always been between me and my therapist. Matt was suddenly made flesh for her, and vice versa. I joked at the end of the session that I’d finally proved that Matt wasn’t imaginary, like Snuffleupagus.
(Yes, I know that the whole point of Snuffy (originally) was that he wasn’t actually imaginary, it’s just that nobody besides Big Bird could see him, but give me some license here.)
I don’t know if any of you out there in Therapyland have ever brought a significant other with you to a session, but it was enlightening. We’ll probably do it again, in fact.
Hi Jeff,
I was googling the GGC and came across your journal. I don’t know whether it is meant for 3rd parties, so I just wanted to let you know that I saw it.
Vlad
Thanks Vlad. Eh, these things happen… :)
WHAT! You brought him with you to therapy? OMGosh – can of worms now open.
You’re going to want to have sex – he’s gonna want to talk about his feelings.
You’re going to want to talk about your feelings, he’s going to want to keep on talking about your feelings for days and days and days.
You’re going to want to have sex, he’s going to want to talk to your therapist about both of your feelings. Then your going to find out that he never planned on leaving LA becuase his career as a sound engineer is more important to him than a shared future, you’ll come home from work and learned that he made dinner just for himself…
Oh wait – that was my relationship. Um – sorry.
What I meant was – Wow, great step for the 2 of you!
Seriously – I can only recall one session with me and mine. Mine found his own therapsit a few weeks after that and it was all good.
I also seem to recall that all of my ex’s that really needed therapy never went.
My boyfriend has taken me to therapy with him a few times. The first time, I spent about thirty seconds explaining why I didn’t need therapy and the rest of the hour blubbering about my relationship with my mom. I don’t know if he got anything personally out of that session, but he was very amused.