A piece I wrote for my last counselling skills course presentation answering the question above.
There is a short answer and a long answer to why I am here .
The short answer is that I was looking for something I could put on my CV that
would show evidence for the skills I was accruing through the volunteering work I had been doing. The long answer a bit
more complicated and requires a bit of context…
I was a daydreamy, shy child and spent most of my formative
years feeling like I didn’t quite fit anywhere. Although that now sounds quite
upsetting, I think it was actually liberating. As a result, being normal or
fitting in has never been a motivating factor for me. I think that’s meant I’ve
got to be more playful, more experimental, and forge deeper connections with
similar “freaks and geeks” who also suffered from feeling like the world was
not quite made for them in a nebulous, undefined way. I have had the opportunity
to create again and again different worlds with different people that fit us
just fine – no judgements, just little bubbles where we could have fun and be ourselves.
On the plus side, that’s meant I have developed a talent for connecting with people
quickly and easily (particularly one-on-one) by being myself and letting other
people do the same. On the minus side I am still utterly abysmal at superficial
small talk, especially in groups where the focus always seems to be on homogeny
rather than individuality.
The fun little bubble I had at home, was interrupted for a
while at age 8 by my parents divorcing (an event I have unconsciously managed
to black out fairly successfully. I can remember the day they split up and then
moving into a new house - but apparently there is a whole year that separates
those events and I have no idea what happened or what that was like). However,
my mum and brother and myself did manage to rebuild a smaller bubble that was
no less fun and felt a good deal safer. I had good friends at primary school
and I somehow even managed to be accepted in the judgement fuelled world of
secondary school, albeit as the ‘weird, clumsy’ one. But that was ok because I
was quite weird and fairly clumsy at the time (the body I have now I have
pretty much had since the beginning of secondary school when I curiously and
suddenly woke up one day with height and boobs and hips and the rest. I towered
over everyone else for that entire year, when slowly but surely most others
started to catch me up). I felt accepted and loved for being me both at home
and at school (though it wasn’t all lovely as this was punctuated by my dad making
me feel bad every now and again for being too fat and/or too shy. Funnily
enough being told you are ‘too whatever’ never actually seems to solve or
change that particular attribute but does make you feel shameful about it).
Alas, alack this could not last forever. When I was 13 my
mum met and fell for a man who had four kids. We therefore needed a bigger
house. So we moved. We moved away from the safe, accepting worlds at home and at
school that I had enjoyed up till this point and I was forced to exist in a home
that made me feel unwanted, unwelcome and the source of all the problems the
blended family faced, and attend a school that made me feel awkward and weird still
– but in a shameful way this time. I
would sum up this time by the words ‘discord’ and ‘disharmony’ and ‘a constant
sort of churny horrible tummy feeling’. I still had little safe bubbles here
and there, it was just unfortunate that the worlds I managed to create with
different people did not exist independently and we had to spend an inordinate
amount of time in the ‘real’ world where judgements and fun did not exist as
much.
I guess my main way to get through this time was similar to
how my family dogs cope with having a bath. I put my head down and let it
happen, just hoping against hope it would be over soon.
Eventually, I found my tribe. At 19 I got myself a job in a
music shop and pretended to everyone that I knew a lot more about life than I
did (though I’m fairly sure my innocence and naivety shone through despite my
best efforts). At this point in my life, being accepted by people I thought
were cool was mind blowingly revolutionary and I gave up the art course I was
on to just work and hang out with these guys because, obviously, this feeling
of contentment and acceptance was going to last forever right?
Not right.
Very oddly, real life started getting annoyingly in the way.
People left, other people dated each other and the group dynamics were no
longer the same. Although I was content it became clear to me that what made me
happy at 21 was probably not going to carry on making me happy forever and ever
I rather impulsively decided to go to university. The convention tends to be to
quit things impulsively rather than join things impulsively (at least with me)
but with a sudden burst of clarity - wanting to change things for myself, the
way the people around me were changing their lives - became very important to
me. Looking back, perhaps I had just managed to gain the confidence to try for
something I knew I wanted and I knew would take hard work. It was an awesome
decision, and probably the first real step on the road to me getting here.
It was also there that I met the total love of my life,
Chloe. She was my soul mate and it was like breathing a huge sigh of relief
when we found each other. This was in no way a romantic relationship but
instead we described each other, fairly unironically, as ‘heterosexual life
partners’ and she was pretty much my de facto girlfriend all throughout
university. Although we both dated boys every now and again, no one could
measure up to how we felt about each other. And lest there was ever any doubt,
we would each spend a lot of time giving the ‘slow up and down side eye’ and
being intimidatingly sarcastic to any boy that DARED show an interest in the
other, and therefore no boy ever really stuck around long enough to matter. Which
didn’t bother me then and bothers me even less nowadays. We just implicitly
understood each other and were obsessed by the other (we would spend hours just
talking about ourselves and how we felt about ourselves and how we felt about
our friendship and never ever get bored). We had so much fun together that
hardly anyone else ever got a look in. Apparently two girls excitedly
chattering and giggling at every lecture, café, house party and club, wrapped
up completely in what the other is saying, does not engender the invitation to
join in.
Chloe was very, very sure about her thoughts, feelings, and
opinions and I found that so exciting and refreshing. I still admire that about
her today but I’m now a lot more content that my mind is flexible enough to
change, and that seeing things from lots of points of view rather than rigidly
sticking to your own opinion come hell or high water can have its downsides.
But one thing she was completely inflexible on was the subject of therapy.
Chloe had experienced a horrible childhood and this, manifested itself in lots
of damaging behaviours. Therapy had cured her of that (well she still indulged
in damaging behaviours but they were a lot more acceptable post-therapy than
pre). We surrounded ourselves with other
broken people which meant that I didn’t have to feel bad about the copious
amounts of drugs and alcohol I imbibed or the disordered eating habits I
practised or the unsafe situations I got myself into, as there was always
someone treating themselves worse than I did.
Regardless I had Chloe, I liked my life, everything made
sense.
And then we had to graduate.
Although it hadn’t been a surprise that this would happen
eventually I was still floored by it. Everything changed. I had no purpose and
no direction and no Chloe (she was similarly shocked and rather than weather
the storm together, we abandoned one another almost immediately). I had done a
psychology degree with the idea of becoming an educational psychologist but the
reality of having to work towards that suddenly felt insurmountable. I wanted
everything to just fall into place and I had sort of assumed it would. But then
I was left with a piece of paper that said my name and that I had a 2:i in
Psychology BSc… and that was it. I was flabbergasted and genuinely had no idea
what to do with myself. So I smoked lots and lots of weed and drank lots and
lots wine and accrued jobs I didn’t really want, put my head down yet again and
hoped it would be over soon.
Which, luckily, it was. I had a transformative trip around
Europe with my brother when he finished university a year later and that
clarity I’d had when I signed up for university returned to me. We had hardly
any money so spent that whole trip just wandering around different European
cities looking for parks to sit in and cheap food to eat. This allowed for a
LOT of time to think. Without wanting to sound like a hippy or anything I love
the way a metaphorical journey can match and marry to a literal journey. I
started that trip so unsure about everything but having to live very simply and
focus on the day to day, having the time to think and not think and just stare
at the clouds, and talk to interesting and not interesting strangers, and have
fun and fight with my brother - all made me realise that I was not happy as I
was, but a vague plan of how I might make myself happy started to form.
Starting with doing a job that had meaning, preferably one that meant I could
help people, preferably one that meant I could work with children and young
people. I had felt so stuck right up until the moment we started travelling.
Moving around, seeing new things, staying in no place for longer than a few
days made me feel completely free. I understood that the stuck feeling I had
was of my own creation. Whenever people tell me how stuck they are nowadays I want
to tell them and show them that they are not – that even the slightest movement
in any direction will start to free them. It might not happen quickly, it might
not happen the way they planned it, but just wiggling a little out of the
chains they’ve wrapped round themselves will start to unravel even the tightest
chains. But of course I can’t tell them that or show them that as it’s
something that everyone has to learn for themselves, just as I did.
I returned from that trip energised and excited about my
future. I landed a job as an outreach worker working with parents within a
month of my return and it felt, just as starting my degree had felt, like
another leap forward in getting me on the path I wanted to go on.
But then I met a man who sort of destroyed me completely.
That feeling I was so sure of whilst travelling of wanting to help people was
fulfilled wholly by him. I wanted to save him and give him everything of
myself, and he greedily and unsurprisingly accepted it. It was a relationship
that made me realise love can be destructive as well as nourishing. It was
chaotic and messy from day one but I think I can be forgiven for not expecting
things to happen like him trying to kill himself, or him calling me up to bust
him out of the psychiatric unit at 4am, or him ending up in hospital with
pancreatitis that meant he spent a month in a coma and nearly died twice. I saw
him weigh six stone and have a colostomy bag and be so full of rage at life
that it scared me. All in all it wasn’t good. I had my job to keep me in some
sort of routine but every single day was a struggle to get through.
Eventually, and it was bound to happen sooner or later, I
cracked and crumbled from the weight of it all and, remembering Chloe’s sage
advice from years earlier, decided I would go into therapy as my only other
choice was suicide. I had been unhappy before but this was something much
uglier and harder to deal with. Therapy allowed me to confront that, and
everything else as well.
I now think that I had to be completely broken in order to
build myself back up again. The way I describe therapy to people who’ve not had
it is that it’s like slitting yourself open from throat to naval, slowly taking
out everything inside that constitutes you, examining it from every angle, and
then putting it back in a way that works better - having grown to understand
how you work, how all your experiences have added up to be more than the sum of
their parts, you’re then able to use that knowledge to set yourself on a path
that is more fulfilling and ultimately more enjoyable. It doesn’t mean you
won’t experience bad things from time to time but it allows you to deal with
anything bad in a much more functional fashion. The one thing it is not is
easy. In fact it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done because it was so
relentless. I constantly had to think about my choices, about the things I was
carrying around with me, about where I wanted to go and how I would get there.
Slowly, just as in my trip around Europe, I wiggled enough
to start feeling less stuck. After a few months I cut off all contact with my
ex-boyfriend and, though that was hard, that made me feel freer. I repaired
relationships with the loved ones who’d been shocked, appalled and scared by my
relationship with him – and had therefore started to withdraw from me. I
started doing things for myself, that made me feel good and seemed like they
might lead somewhere (or at least look good on my CV). Every six months I
started something new, like volunteering at a playscheme for disabled children,
mentoring teenagers, and working at a counselling service for young people. I
grew in confidence, I grew surer of where I wanted to be and wanted to get to,
I eventually fell in love with a man that I felt nourished rather than destroyed
by. I felt I had accepted myself. And to quote Carl Rogers: “The curious
paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.”
After two years of therapy I was ready to carry everything I
had learned forward and this course seemed the perfect way to do that. I felt
like it would not only give me the opportunity to ‘peak behind the curtain’ of
therapy and counselling, something that had given me back myself and my life
and therefore something I found fascinating, but that it was yet another thing
I could do with my time that felt constructive and fulfilling. It was also, as
I said at the start, something I thought might look good on my CV as evidence
for all the new skills I was accruing through my volunteering. And therefore
hopefully another piece in the puzzle to getting me a job working directly with
young people, and eventually to me getting on an educational psychology course.
Everything suddenly started to feel like it was falling into
place even though it had taken my whole life to get to that point. It was so
much easier and at the same time much harder than I had thought it was going to
be. I have finally got really far along the path I had imagined for myself when
siting around in European parks whiling away the time with daydreams because
they were free. I’ve contributed to and enjoyed filling my spare time with
volunteering work that energises me. I have now also landed myself a job that
feels fulfilling, and gives me the opportunity to work directly with young
people who need support like I always wanted. In fact it’s startling how I am
able to compare and contrast myself to how different I am starting my current
job with where I was starting my previous job. I walked into the new place
feeling more confident, more able, and more like I was supposed to be there. As
a result I’ve managed to already forge some close connections with people that
also work there. They know about my life, about what I’m up to at the weekend,
they know my likes and dislikes, and I feel comfortable sharing all of that
with them. In my old job I was miserable when I started and rarely shared
anything of myself with people at work. This time round has been much more
enjoyable, less anxiety inducing, and I feel so much more at ease more quickly
– just by dent of walking into a place and being me. I was only able to have
that freedom because of all the experiences that have brought me here, but
mostly because of the positive experiences I have had in the last three years
or so. I would not be nearly as confident or comfortable being there without
the job I’d done before, the volunteering, and especially this course. It has
solidified and stretched my instincts for connecting with people. Particularly
those people who are finding life a struggle.
I also, finally, have an important relationship that is
healthy. Even with de facto girlfriend Chloe, who I got so much from, we were
so co-dependent that stepping outside of the safe bubble of our friendship was
scary and intimidating. With my current partner, and he does feel like my
partner, we are able to encourage and support one another to try and push for
the things we want outside of our relationship – that develop us as individuals
and mean we can bring back that individual growth into our relationship. Although
we are FAR from perfect, I can’t believe that living with a boy (I Live With A
Boy!!) works so well for me. I never imagined I was going to be anything than
the crazy single friend people had. In fact, in all areas of my life, the word
‘crazy’ can no longer be applied as strongly. More importantly perhaps, the
little bubbles of fun and safety I once clung to are no longer needed. I don’t
need insulation from the outside world any longer.
I have found being part of this course something that has
changed me profoundly. Like my new job, I have had this feeling of being in the
exact right place at the exact right time. The group we have constructed and
nurtured together is something I feel proud to be a part of, the values we tend
towards, of being respectful, non-judgemental, honest and empathic are values
that I feel that I’ve digested and understand much more fully than I did
before. I think I’m a better person for having been part of this group, being
able to listen and learn from everyone else and giving myself over to the
learning we’ve done together and as individuals has been invaluable to me. It’s
something that I’ll be sad to say goodbye to, but always happy I was a part of.