Stories of teens in therapy and observations and insights from a psychotherapist working with teens. How to understand them and to get them to help themselves. Written to the ears of teens for parents or teen readers who want to independently explore further how to move forward and make sense of things.
Introduction Paragraph:
They sat in the seat opposite me uncomfortable and unsure with a confidence and the certainty of wisdom way beyond their years. They were wise and mature with a childlike nativity of someone way younger. They were searching for something, anything, the answer to the question that they couldn’t express. Hair short with shaved sides and long flowing locks that covered their face and eyes ….and yet i could see everything. They wanted and almost begged for the answers and didn’t want to listen or hear a word i said. They asked what i thought and held onto every word and interrupted me every time i spoke. They wanted my guidance and advice and yet wanted to discover the answers inside themself . They felt I couldn’t help as they were fundamentally broken and still came weekly for help. They knew everything and understood nothing. They loved life and wanted to hold onto every moment while despairing at the pointlessness of their existence. There is no purpose and no point to life they said, with a knowingness it would always be this way. They talked of what they wanted and who they wanted to be and the dreams of who they would become. They laughed and smiled and took joy in the meeting of our hearts and their sadness and anger was palpable with the anxious misery of life. They felt young and free and old, worn out and fed up. Life was a mystery and yet not mysterious at all, in fact they were bored. They didn’t fit in and felt unimportant, unloved and totally alone in the world as they looked out and saw people who loved and cared for them. Why me they asked? I’m not meant to feel this way. Tell me I’m broken. Fix me!
If anyone is interested in being part of my ‘feedback/editing’ group lmk. I may need your insights when I get stuck.
Stories of teens in therapy and observations and insights from a psychotherapist working with teens. How to understand them and to get them to help themself. Written to teens for parent or teen readers who want to independently explore further.
Introduction Paragragh:
They sat in the seat opposite me uncomfortable and unsure with a confidence and the certainty of wisdom way beyond their years. They were wise and mature with a childlike nativity of someone way younger. They were searching for something, anything, the answer to the question that they couldn’t express. Hair short with shaved sides and long flowing locks that covered their face and eyes ….and yet i could see everything. They wanted and almost begged for the answers and didn’t want to listen or hear a word i said. They asked what i thought and held onto every word and interrupted me every time i spoke. They wanted my guidance and advice and yet wanted to discover the answers inside themself . They felt I couldn’t help as they were fundamentally broken and still came weekly for help. They knew everything and understood nothing. They loved life and wanted to hold onto every moment while despairing at the pointlessness of their existence. There is no purpose and no point to life they said, with a knowingness it would always be this way. They talked of what they wanted and who they wanted to be and the dreams of who they would become. They laughed and smiled and took joy in the meeting of our hearts and their sadness and anger was palpable with the anxious misery of life. They felt young and free and old, worn out and fed up. Life was a mystery and yet not mysterious at all, in fact they were bored. They didn’t fit in and felt unimportant, unloved and totally alone in the world as they looked out and saw people who loved and cared for them. Why me they asked? I’m not meant to feel this way. Tell me I’m broken. Fix me!
If anyone is interested in being part of my ‘feedback/editing’ group lmk. I may need your insights when I get stuck.
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