Last week when I saw her briefly (she brought me homemade vegan pumpkin cheesecake!), C mentioned wanting me to try internal family systems therapy. Apparently she’d gone to a seminar about it, or a seminar where it was discussed, or something. She mentioned she’d met several therapists from my town that do that kind of therapy, but all of them were men. She’s going to try to find out if they can refer us to any women.
Of course, I don’t know how the hell I’d get there. My city councilor is still trying to figure out the bus issue for me, but they’re telling him my street never had a stop, which is bullshit. I’d qualify for paratransit, but it costs two to three times what the regular bus does. Sorry, but how is that equal accessibility for disabled people. I literally can’t afford those few extra dollars. (I’m too embarrassed to tell my city councilor that, though.)
Anyway, yesterday and today, we had two volunteers, husband and wife, come in for some shifts, and the wife mentioned that they’re both therapists. Because I’m a little bit of a creeper, I Googled them–and he does IFS therapy. Given that this is a small town, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was one of the ones C met at this seminar.
How fucking awkward would THAT be? I mean, the guy called me brilliant yesterday. I really like working on the campaign because it makes me feel competent. I can be someone other than fucked-up, broken, dysfunctional, crazy Kyra who can’t get her life together at all. Instead, I’m smart and competent Kyra who can run an office full of volunteers for 14 hours and keep it all together. I like that role better, even though I know it’s a very time-limited role. (Not because the election’s almost over, but because I know I can’t sustain it for very long.)
So I can’t let my work life and my dysfunctional life intersect at all. This campaign is almost over, but in a small town, you run into the same volunteers on campaign after campaign. It’s a big part of why I blog anonymously–I need to keep these parts of my life separate. I think I’m going to email C, give her this guy’s name, and ask her not to use my name if she calls this guy to ask for a recommendation for a female IFS therapist. I’m probably being slightly paranoid, but still….