I have conversations about the virtues of therapy with all sorts of people. I’ve discussed it with people I’ve worked with and people I’ve loved, people I’m close to and people I barely know who have confessed to me some secret struggle they’re going through. This happens frequently since I wrote my book which detailed some dark times in my own life and mentioned how therapy was one of the things that helped me through them.
But my friend doesn’t buy it. She thinks it’s a sad indictment on modern life that we can no longer rely on our loved ones to help us with our problems. “Our parents never went to counsellors” she argues. “They talked to each other or their relatives when things were bad. Now, that sense of community has broken down and we have to pay strangers to help us. That’s what families used to be for!”
Did I mention my friend was both Greek and idealistic?
I take a deep breath and a big sip of wine and, uncharacteristically, consider my words before diving in. “Come on honey,” I begin in the most even tone I can muster, “That’s a very rose-coloured view of the past. So much was swept under the carpet back then, never to be discussed publicly. People were loathe to admit they dyed their hair for heaven’s sake, let alone that they were struggling with emotional problems! Things like depression and anxiety and grief and post natal depression all happened silently behind closed doors. That doesn’t mean they didn’t exist or that they were fixed with a cup of tea and a friendly chat with your sister.”
While she considered this and was unable to immediately respond due to a mouth full of linguine vongole, I seized the opportunity to launch the next phase of my argument. “I also think we have higher expectations for our own happiness than previous generations. We’re certainly far less tolerant of physical and emotional hardship than our grandparents and great-grandparents were and that’s a good thing! It’s progress that our attitude to emotional issues isn’t just ‘harden the f*&^ up’. We want to be as happy and fulfilled as possible and sometimes that means enlisting the help of a professional when you hit a roadblock.”
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I didn't think I would ever need counselling, after all at one stage there I had it all. Good job, beautiful home and adorable husband. Then we started trying for a baby. By the time we got to year 3 the smile that used to adorn my face was pretty much gone and I felt like inside I had a hard piece of stone rather than my happy heart. After five IVF transfers we finally got pregnant and for the first time in a long time I actually started being happy again only for me to miscarry two weeks later. At that point I hit rock bottom and it didn't matter what my family and friends said I was sick of talking to them and I was sick of people telling me that they knew how I felt, or when they were in a similar situation, or you know had I thought about adoption. I finally decided it was time to seek some professional help and it was the BEST decision I made. My beautiful therapist sat there and let me talk before offering useful and constructive help. She also managed to get me to spill out what my fears were. Since I have been seeing her I am much lighter and I don't feel like such a burden on other people as I can talk to someone who will not pass judgement and more importantly will not share her war stories but just listens to me. I think counselling is a fantastic thing to have and I am very glad I didn't go with the stiff upper lip. I may not be rolling on the floor laughing but I am definitely lighter in my heart again and ready to go back for IVF #6.
My sentiments exactly Mia, you speak for a lot of people in regards to the loosely used term so-called "hero" but the sad thing is, we pay as taxpayers for the heroes for them to enjoy their chosen sport.
Six years ago I had to pay $15 to enter the Australian Institute of sport in Canberra, my goodness you should see this place, 60 ha of total land, approximate 200 staff members, administrators, sports psychologist, you name it they are there on the big bucks, swimming pools which you can't believe, cameras, sound audio inside the water so the athlete can hear his coach, it's like another planet, and this is not the only Institute of sport in australia i would love to know the total cost to taxpayers for all sports in this country.
Then it goes one step further I have to pay a fortune for running shoes, sportswear, Holden's Fords, and everything else with the athlete receiving endorsements of millions of dollars from these companies, it has gone far too hard for too long. It's almost providing a false economy if you think about.
Sport doesn't put food on my plate will help me pay my mortgage, we don't need so-called heroes to motivate our kids to play sport.
It does however instill pride in the big moments like the Olympics and nothing more, but at what price?
Go your hardest Mia
best wishes John
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