That last poetry post….. I started of with an entirely different intention. I had said to my dad this morning ‘All I want is to help people’. Followed with ‘I cannot help my sister or my mother’. And I intended the poem to be about that.. But my subconscious had other things in mind… and *shrugs* oh well.
No I cannot help family or friends the way a counsellor helps a client. They are not my client! They are family/friend!! The relationship is formed a different way, and it simply isn’t possible. The stranger element, the unknown entity which is the counsellor, the lack of any knowledge of any details of the counsellor, is part and parcel of how it all works. The fact that a client goes to the counsellor seeking help to cope with their life. THAT is a HUGE part of it. Without it….. the desire for change, the desire for development…. and the desperation of seeking help from a professional, from a stranger, to dwelve into their deepest, most intimate problems and memories…. all of that is part of a counsellor-client relationship.
My mother and sister do not seek change within themselves. What they want from me is for ME to change. My sister wants me to stop being a tory-hating bleeding heart intersectional socialist-activist. My mother wants me to stop being bisexual. Neither of those are possible, neither of those will bring anyone happiness – no not even them.
I am me. I am happy with me. They are not happy with me being me. There is nothing I can do about that. I cannot change who I am. I am me. I am happy being me.