Being a therapist is quite a responsibility. The responsibility of letting people know that they can afford to be seen by you in all their vulnerability. To communicate that their reflection is safe in your eyes. That their lived experience will not be reduced by your judgment. It is a lot of responsibility, but it is a privilege too. To be able to be a witness to raw, naked, unadulterated human-ness. To be constantly reminded of the innocence and naivete which hides in the corners of all lives. At the same time, it is also a challenge. The challenge is to not have your perception adulterate another's, to not have your beliefs and values stand up in a hierarchy above theirs. The challenge to not have your ways of living and understanding get mixed with another's. Yet it is an absolute delight to take your meaning out on a date with another, to mingle, to comfort, to support, and to hold space for growth and healing
