I’ve been thinking again about wanting to become a therapist. I wrote an article yesterday about solving sexual compatibility issues in marriage and it’s gotten a great response so far.
I posted on FB Saturday when J and I went out for date night and about how happy I was. After that, I had a friend I didn’t know that well in high school reach out to me about how to make his marriage better—more like what he sees in mine.
I think that I’ve learned a lot of lessons about how to make a marriage work over the past 27 years and I feel like I would really like to help other couples make their marriages better. J and I have been through so much—both good and bad—and I feel like I have a lot of wisdom to share.
In case you weren’t around for it, I’ve enrolled in a master’s degree program twice to become a therapist and backed out for illness reasons both times (first my own illness, later my husband’s.) This is far from a new desire of mine.
But there’s still the illness factor to consider and it’s substantial. I might lose my disability if I do it, as they would see any potential success in school as proof that I’m not really disabled. (Even though I would only intend to work part-time once I had the credentials.)
And there’s also the fact of the matter that I’m not even sure that my disability would let me be a success in school anymore.
I know for sure that I couldn’t attend school and maintain my freelance writing schedule at the same time, like I did when I did my undergraduate degree.
I also know that to become a licensed therapist, you have to do the equivalent of clinicals, or on-the-job training. It’s often hard to find those opportunities at all but even more so when you can’t work a standard 8-5 job, which I absolutely can’t.
J thinks that maybe I can just write books without the credentials and skip the master’s degree altogether. Maybe, though having the credentials would give me more credibility.
I’m sometimes aware of how my disability holds me back but I try really hard not to focus on it. But right now, it really feels like it’s holding me back in a major way, keeping me from pursuing what I think would be fulfilling work that I’d probably be good at. And I’m just not sure where to go from here.