tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post4514847457589665735..comments2024-03-18T03:28:36.581-04:00Comments on Shrink Rap: Who's Your Mama?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-1711304116390627672007-09-14T20:34:00.000-04:002007-09-14T20:34:00.000-04:00I think that as students/patients/etc may hate see...I think that as students/patients/etc may hate seeing their teachers/therapists/etc out in the "real world", the opposite is often true as well. Well, since I'm not a therapist, I don't know if that is true entirely, but the general feeling from medical personnel seems to be that they don't really want to run into their patients in the real world. However, there are a group of students/patients/etc, like myself, who enjoy running into teachers/therapists/etc in the real world. I never got bothered by it. I always enjoyed seeing them in the context of their real, daily lives. <BR/><BR/>A friend of mine is a music teacher at a major high school 5 minutes up the road from me, and he looked at moving into my apartment complex here, but decided against it because he didn't want to live in the same school district as his students. My best friend Lindsay is a music teacher at a private school somewhat nearby that draws students from this area, and when we talked about joining a gym together (one near where I live and where she works), she decided against it because she didn't want to run into her students at the gym. When my family goes to this one place for ice cream, my mom never gets out of the car - also because a lot of students and their families go there!<BR/><BR/>I, personally, don't run into many of my patient's families in daily life. The only time I ever really see them outside the unit is in the hospital cafeteria or in some hallway in the hospital. When that happens, I'm often on my cell phone if I've just left work and am calling home or something, so I simply wave and say hello and then keep going. Doesn't really bother me.<BR/><BR/>The only times I've seen my psychiatrist out of the office is when he used to work at the same hospital I do. I'd be out for lunch with friends, and we'd pass him on the sidewalk. Sometimes I'm not even sure he saw me, but he never said hi or anything, and neither did I. I would have - and I understand that psychs as a rule don't usually say hello to their patients when other people are around, but I always felt maybe he didn't want to see me outside of the office or something. A couple times when he worked at the other hospital in Philly, I passed him as I was walking back from the convenient store to my car, and we would say a brief hello or a brief nod, but that was usually only like 15 minutes after my appt ended. Now that he works in a clinic in NJ, 45 min to an hour away from me, I have no doubt that I will not run into him in public any more!<BR/><BR/>Dinah - that is an interesting bind, though. Difficult to determine how you might feel about coach and as you write, how you might speak to him, when you think of him as family member of your patient or just as random coach guy. I like hearing about these types of issues. :)<BR/><BR/>Take care!<BR/>Carrie :)NeoNurseChichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16120931307124798416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-74746074632413616882007-09-14T20:13:00.000-04:002007-09-14T20:13:00.000-04:00anon #2- I once saw one of my old therapists at th...anon #2- I once saw one of my old therapists at the grocery store. She'd just had her first child and was stocking up on baby formula. I happened to mention this during group supervision the next week (I was a clinical psych student at the time), as we were discussing seeing one's therapist out of context, and one of my supervisors said, "Well, there you have proof that your therapist eats!"<BR/><BR/>I replied, "Yeah, and given the contents of her cart, she <I>has sex</I> too!"Gerbilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05908487212760713496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-21833170724449594542007-09-14T01:27:00.000-04:002007-09-14T01:27:00.000-04:00I think it is weird when you see your therapist, w...I think it is weird when you see your therapist, while out grocery shopping. It is like when you were a kid and saw your teacher at the shopping mall on Saturday. Eww. They are totally out of their normal habitat and it freaks you out. Then you move on to hide behind bread displays, hoping they have gone through the cash already.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-54404572825088869502007-09-13T22:01:00.000-04:002007-09-13T22:01:00.000-04:00The joys of wearing multiple hats, particularly wh...The joys of wearing multiple hats, particularly when your social circles aren't that big to start with. <BR/><BR/>In an ideal world, people would be able to perceive of you as one thing in one context and as something else in a completely different context.<BR/><BR/>I have that problem but flipped around.Rachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11897760883997811787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-61642898481336770212007-09-13T21:31:00.000-04:002007-09-13T21:31:00.000-04:00This is the interesting things with shrinks-All li...This is the interesting things with shrinks-All like to say and believe they are great listeners-The piece of information the patient provided appears to be every important information as it invovles your personal life (I think that would be very important to me)-Makes one wonder just what shrinks do hear?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com