LINK: mirror mirror on the wall
Currently listening to: Girl All The Bad Guys Want – Bowling For Soup
And when she walks
All the wind blows and the angels sing
She’ll never notice me
Cause she is watchin’ wrestling
Creamin’ over tough guys
Listenin’ to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes
Who do you trust with your truth?
Prompt created by yours truly.
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I’d love read your responses.
My patients share with me their secrets every day. Stories that they’ve never told anyone before or said aloud before. As they talk, they wait for me to flinch or raise my eyebrow… but I don’t. I just tell them that I’m so proud of them and that it’s an honor that they feel safe enough to tell me and safeguard their stories.
They trust me, but is it because HIPAA demands it? Or because they can sense that I care? The only time I break HIPAA is when a patient is a danger to themselves or others (because I’m a mandated reporter). And before I make a report to Adult or Child Protective Services, I tell the patient what I have to do and ask if they would like to participate with the call so they feel empowered. More often than not, they want to be the one who tells their truth.
My friends freely tell me their life stories and I am amazed at how comfortable they are with doing so. I listen, I validate, and I provide gentle feedback if they’re looking for it otherwise I allow them to vent. A few of my friends have nicknamed me “The Vault.” After they’ve downloaded everything onto me, I lock it away and throw away the keys.
I grew up in a household where shame and fuck ups were contained within the immediate family. My mom likes to either bury whatever stupid shit I did and never bring it up again or she will pick a random moment to throw it back in my face… several years later.
And people wonder why I have trust issues…
And I guess y’all here reading this.
On WP, I type the soft underbelly of my many thoughts into these public posts. It feels somewhat like a communal confession booth, where I can tell my truths at the feet of strangers and hope for grace and mercy.
I don’t trust anyone completely, but my dog. He is the only one who knows the FULL unedited unhinged version of me. He hears everything (not that he really has a choice), luckily, he doesn’t judge nor does he snitch.
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