Therapist-as-Shape-Changer, Part 1: Exorcism Escapee
This post kicks off a series I am calling, “Therapist-as-Shape-Changer.” Clients may write everything on our blank slate from genie-in-a-bottle to reincarnated mommy dearest. This is what we signed up for, and it makes for good therapy. But as any glob of silly putty can attest, shape-changing can be a stone trip. How about a near-miss with an exorcism?
I remember the vibe I got when I walked into that metropolitan art gallery some 30 years ago, looked around at the overly innocuous oil paintings, and felt that something was off. The generic paintings didn’t look like they were painted by an expressive human being at an easel. They looked mass-produced, like the kind sold in furniture stores. Just as I was thinking I should leave but didn’t yet know why, the gallery manager walked up and began making small talk.
My first error was telling this random stranger that I was a psychotherapist. My second error was mentioning that I specialized in addiction. I baited my own trap. The gallery manager stated her belief that addiction was possession by the Devil. She said this quietly at first. But just as a chorus must be built from several or many individual voices until it reaches a dramatic critical mass of sound (sort of like a flash mob event,) so too, did this chorus build.