I had a great appointment with my therapist yesterday. Among other things, I talked to her about her experience with being a therapist because I wanted to determine if it was a good fit for me.
Long story short, she didn’t try to talk me out of it at all. However, she did help me think through my other options. I realized that there may be more things I can do now with the degree that I already have, without needing to go to grad school.
Most of the other things that interest me are other helping professions, which would very likely be for nonprofits. That means I probably wouldn’t make a whole lot of money, but many therapists don’t either, especially when you factor in the additional student loan debt.
There’s also the very valid concern about my tendency to be a fixer. I tend to try to fix people’s problems for them, which is at the very least a sign that my boundaries still need work. I am and would have to continue working through that in therapy. But the greater point is that trying to fix people’s problems as a therapist would be inappropriate and unprofessional. I’m currently not at a point where I could easily do that.
But if I were to work for a nonprofit, it would be my literal job to directly help people. I’d work for the agencies to which therapists would send their clients for help. And that might suit me much better.
I’m still thinking about it and will be for a while. But in the meantime, I think it’s significant because I’m envisioning a life for myself someday not being on disability anymore. That fact alone gives me hope for the future. My story isn’t over yet. I hope to rise above my current circumstances and become something more with my life and be able to take care of myself.