This morning, I did what I do every Thursday: I went to class. Well, sort of. I sat down in my office chair in my apartment, signed onto a digital learning platform, and waited for the faces of my fellow classmates to appear onscreen. We are students getting our masters in counseling, and twice a week, we gather in a live video conference call to talk about mushy gushy therapy stuff like active listening and countertransference reactions.
On this particular morning, I was prepped to participate in a role play demonstration in which I would act as a client and my partner would act as the counselor. I was nervous to do this because, well, I've been feeling inexpressibly fragile over the past twenty-four hours -- perhaps you have too -- and the idea of "playing" hurt felt a bit too vulnerable for me.
Fortunately, though, the demonstration was cancelled. Instead, our professor started class by giving us space to share our thoughts and feelings regarding the events of the last few days -- the shocking and, for many, frightening result of this presidential election (my words, not my professor's).Read More