The first time I went to therapy my parents chose a practitioner with less thought then they gave to whom they let touch their Mercedes for tune-ups. They picked a woman who made Dr. Phil look like a skilled and thoughtful clinician( Please note: I am seriously not a Dr. Phil fan and the thing about him being a skilled and thoughtful clinician was what the kids call ‘irony”). The way they found this is nutter-butter-can-of -cashews was that my pediatrician didn’t know what to do for my nightly all-night/every night nightmares and so he sent me to a psychiatrist. He thought she was good because of her seemingly impressive pedigree, and let me let them tell you as they told everyone who asked, “she did therapy on the Prime Minister from Israel”. Even at ten I found this bit of information troubling and logistically dubious as we lived in a beach side suburb in Los Angeles and the Prime Minister from Israel, would by the nature of the job description, have to live in Israel.
La Belette Rouge means "The red weasel" in French
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(The first part of this post was written last year and not posted).
“I so miss hope. I miss it like a person. I have some hope but not hope like I had. I don’t think I will ever have that again.” I explained to him.
“Are you thinking a lot about Chicago lately?” Igor asked.
“Not a lot, but we are getting close to the Fourth of July.”
“The Fourth?” he asked in a way that he reminded me that he was not born in this country.
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My name is Tracey, aka La Belette Rouge. I am a psychotherapist and the author of Freudian Sip @ Psychology Today. I blog about psychology, my therapy, dreams, writing, meaning making, home, longing, loss, infertility and other things that delight or inspire me. I try to make deep and elusive psychodynamic concepts accessible and funny. For more information, click here .