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Mar. 28th, 2002

So, here it is Thursday morning....not even 11 am, and twice today I've been the counselor. Between calls, I've listened to thoughts and such on sex lives/love lives. Why? I want to cry. I don't want to hear this, I don't want to be the one everyone comes to anymore. I mean, I will be...because they're friends, and its my nature. But, why do they always come to me when I'm feeling lonely, down, whatever? Never when I'm in a good, cheeful mood. I don't have any more answers than anyone else...I bungle my way through life too. *sigh*

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( 4 comments — Drop A Feather )
jadine
Mar. 28th, 2002 12:12 pm (UTC)
Yes, but people who think they actually do have all the answers are worthless- they just haven't thought through the questions enough.
onyxangel
Mar. 28th, 2002 12:18 pm (UTC)
Re:
True enough...but I wish they'd stop coming to me for answers. I don't have them....and for some reason, I can't vocalize that. You'd think a round of "I don't know"s would get it through.....eh well, I suppose in turn, I download on them too.
jadine
Mar. 28th, 2002 12:28 pm (UTC)
Often, all we need is someone to listen. It doesn't matter if that someone has answers or not.

One of the biggest things I learned in psychotherapy classes, was that just actively listening to patients, and showing you care, helps them immensely. Trying to dispense advice is much less helpful.
onyxangel
Mar. 28th, 2002 12:33 pm (UTC)
Re:
*nods* I guess so....
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