naturalplastic wrote:
IsabellaLinton wrote:
My first PhD trauma psychologist was incredible.
He was an old man whose family (including parents) was killed in a concentration camp.
He was there too as a very young boy.
He did his thesis on trauma related to captivity and war crimes.
I met him in hospital after my trauma.
We worked together for over ten years before he went senile.
He did unconventional things like meeting me in shopping malls for exposure therapy.
We used to dance to Little Richard at the end of our sessions.
He was my "Tuesdays with Morrie" type of hero.
I haven't been able to replace him.
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Dang! He does sound like one of a kind. In a good way.
Yup -- Old school, swore like a trooper, and broke all the rules.
By the end I had to write my own appointments in his book bc he couldn't hold a pen.
He often forgot to charge me (and it was a nominal fee too -- only paid by cheques -- old school).
I had to put my cheques in his bag and remind him to cash them.
No secretary.
One time he left a note on his door for me to meet him at a different location out of the building.
It was almost like a hunt to find him.
He was trying to increase my anxiety and stress level (exposure therapy) in real time.
We talked about his family as much as mine.
For the last year end he only had me and two other patients.
I had to help him find his adult diapers once.
We were very close.
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