At the end of our session, I offered to return the favour (as we had agreed).

My fellow therapist mentioned her partner might want help, so I extended the offer to him. I was certain she no longer saw me as her equal or as competent to treat her.

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Because we are supposed to be the ones who have our shit together. When everyone knows what you do, you feel judged for not being okay. No one prepared me for what happens when I find myself throwing tantrums over ridiculous things that don’t even matter, and still I can’t feel.

Because the pain is buried beneath all that casing, that armour. It builds and builds, but it’s so distant — unreachable. No one prepared me for not knowing where to turn for help because they will judge me too: Surely a part of self-care is letting yourself be weak?

And so I turned to my peers and asked how they self-care, but their replies did not comfort me. It’s not burning sage and playing your sound bowls or swimming in the ocean to cleanse the bad . I went to see another therapist to help with my “emotional constipation,” which my partner and I termed “emobung.” (We even added it to the Urban Dictionary because these are the ways you amuse yourself in an effort to cope when you’re not really coping at all).

It’s not wrapping up other people’s pain in a play-mat and sending it home with them. I asked this therapist, a peer, to help me release all this emotional build-up, to help me stop feeling triggered irrationally by things that don’t even matter. Whatever I expressed exposed my inadequacies as a therapist.

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I have helped them realise it is absolutely okay to not be okay. When I was training to become a therapist and a counsellor, I was told again and again to be mindful of my “self-care”.

Supporting others – witnessing their pain – exposes us to that pain, and leads (inevitably) to vicarious trauma.

A big part of our work has been helping them get in touch with their emotions and then expressing what they feel in healthier ways.