I had my final appointment with my counselor last week, subsequent to which she proudly announced, “You’ve graduated from therapy!” It was a great session. We talked about my plans for the future, getting a Ph.D. in psychology. She told me she could totally see me doing that and that I’d do great, advised me to consider teaching as at least part of my professional life, as she thought it’d suit me.
This would have been enough to bolster my confidence, especially when coupled with how smooth my transition back to college has been, but lately, I’ve been able to network with a few other friends doing graduate work in psychology and/or human sexuality, who have been EXTREMELY helpful giving advice and recommending resources with approaches that make me feel like less of a pupil and more of a colleague to them.
No one is treating me like an idiot.
Not only that, but I’ve had multiple polyamorous friends approach me lately for advice or at least a sympathetic ear with their relationship troubles, being told that I’m skilled at being sympathetic to frustrations without vilifying the person who is being complained about. In one instance, my interest in psychology was cited as a bonus as being a helpful person to consult. Which sort of makes me feel like the Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman of Cleveland Polyamory. But it is what it is. And it goes a long way to making me feel like I’m on the right track concerning my professional calling.
I’m not practicing psychology, and would certainly never do such a thing without a license, but at the very least, I feel like I have natural character traits that make me a good fit for the field. And it’s always nice to help someone in need, friend to friend.