Friday, October 1, 2010

What I Need From a Counselor

So, I've decided that perhaps I should see a counselor.  Although, I have to admit, the very thought of trying to work this into my schedule stresses me out.  I know that my problems are not enormous, but I think that it is the proactive thing to do.  And if I am going to complain about my life, then I should also take steps to try and change things.  Just sayin.

Over the weekend Chris and I spent some time searching for counselors that we thought would be a good match for me.  We settled on a group nearby with multiple women counselors that appeared to be about my age and looked like people that I would be comfortable with.  So I called them.  I told them who my insurance carrier was and found out that only one woman in the group would be covered by my insurance.  So, I left my name and number and was told that she would call me back to schedule my initial appointment.

Shortly after that she called me back and the conversation went like this...
Her:  Blah, blah, blah, blah
Me: I'm sorry, what was that?
Her:  Blah, blah, blah, blah
Me:  Forgive me, could you repeat that?
Her:  Blah, blah, blah, blah
Me:  Ummmmmmm, yes?
Her:  Blah, blah, blah, blah
Me:  Maybe????
Her:  Blah, blah, blah, blah
Me:  Excuse me?
Her:  Blah, blah, blah, blah
Me:  Huh???!???

You see, I couldn't really understand this woman (and talking on my cell phone really didn't help the situation).  She is French.  Like "Oui, Oui" French.  Heavily accented French.  As I was talking to her  I pulled up the website and found that she is older.  Old and French. 

Please note...I am not ageist (as shown by my love of both my grandmother and Dr. Ayers), nor am I discriminatory of immigrants (really...I am the grandchild of immigrants [with super heavy accents], I work in a school were 80% of the students are Hispanic), but I had this one thought...

I am going to be laying on the couch in this woman's office, potentially sobbing about something, and I won't be able to understand a single word that she is saying to me.  This is not what I need....counseling with a language barrier.

I have an appointment Monday at five.  I didn't catch on at first that I was actually making an appointment.  And then I felt bad and couldn't tell her no.

4 comments:

sharonp said...

I know a wonderful counselor if you would've just called me. And just so you know, you don't really get to lay down. You would love my counselor.

Emily said...

She's my counselor too. And when mom and dad started seeing her, she was like, "ooohhhh, so now I understand why you are the way you are." :)

sharonp said...

Something to think about for the future, huh?

allenaim photography and design said...

oh my...what will you do? Looking forward to hearing how the appt goes :) (saw your link on fresh momy by the way... :)