A recent experience made me think and want to put up my 'counselling manifesto'

For the first time in ages a casual mention of the fact I used to be a counsellor, ellicited a painful story from a passing acquaintence and a request for an opinion. I am able to realise the limits of my responsibility when someone I may never see again asks leading questions five minutes before the end of a journey. The experience, however, made me think.

I've decided to write what I have said to so many people over the years. If it is useful for anyone - great; if not - so be it...

Suzee's Counselling Manifersto

I do not believe counselling is the be all and end all.

Lots of people cope with all sorts of things without counselling and that is absolutely great.

If you prefer a cup of tea or a beer or something more damaging, but it feels right, I respect your choice.

If you can keep the nasty stuff in a metaphorical box and enjoy life that too is great.

I think counselling makes sense when:
*the tea, beer or whatever no longer works;
*the 'whatever' is causing you serious harm;
*the nasty stuff won't stay in the box;
*something is stopping you enjoying life;
*you feel it is a good time to open the box.

Counsellors can sometimes be more sutable cofidants than friends and families because you don't have to protect them from the nastiness of what's in the box and/or from your pain.

I was expecting a visit from my significant other today, but he's snowed up in Swansea! I'm just very disappointed. Email and phones are wonderful but not the same as being with another person.