Talking Money Part 4 (of 4)
Every few years, I encounter a certain kind of wounded, fearful client who – in order to wiggle out of any vulnerability – attempts to hang onto their sense of power and privilege by insisting that the therapeutic fee makes therapy the equivalent of prostitution. Other clients are sure that the fee is hard, financial evidence that I do not and cannot care about them authentically – proof that it is “just my job” to “act” like I care. Some are sure that money changing hands means I am bound to agree with them, a paid endorsement of their behavior and fiscally insured admiration. Still others think that paying for therapy establishes the payer as a “loser” who has to buy friendship from me.
You are not paying me to pleasure you (therapy is rarely that pleasurable), like you, befriend you, cheerlead, or agree…
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