I wrote this post over 10 days ago, tinkered with it for a few days, and finally shelved it because I decided it was too controversial.
Then my friend Briana posted something that hit home with me. She wrote about how useless she feels right now: how she can't deliver food, or sew masks, or 3D print respirator pieces, and it's breaking her heart to just SIT HERE when she wants to
help.
That drove me back to this post - because this is a way a lot of you in Briana's situation
can help. And in fact when I wrote this I was thinking about Briana and a few other friends in particular: people who are both empathic by nature and really excellent at being engaged listeners.
This is still controversial. This may not be feasible for a lot of you. But you know what? I can't deliver food or sew masks or 3D print things either, so this is me offering what I have, in the hopes that it helps, even a little, even one person.
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I woke up this morning (OK, this afternoon) thinking about therapy. Not my own, not for me, but for you. For my friends, my family. See, over the past few months I've experienced the bewildering benefit of having a scheduled hour each week to talk through my panic with a professional therapist, and now I want
everyone I love to have that. I want
you to have that.
But we all know therapy is a luxury most people can't afford, especially here in the U.S.. I'm extremely aware of how fortunate I am in that regard. Having a single hour carved out each week for
me to talk about what's on my mind has been incredibly grounding. It's
freeing. It helps me take out all my fears, line them up in front of me,
and give them a frank look-over. And when I do that, my fears lose their
teeth. They shrink. To paraphrase Mr. Rogers, the unmentionable becomes mentionable, becomes manageable.
And now here we are, you and I, separate but united in the things we need and want. Because after our physical needs are met, what we all most want is to be safe, to be heard, and to be loved.
And here we are, as a
global community, amazingly enough, with a lot of fears, a lot of restless boredom, and a
lot more time on our hands. So many of us want to help, to leap into the fray, but since we have to self-isolate
we don't know how.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Pinky?
What if - and bear with me on this, hear me out - what if we all became deputized... emergency... therapists. What if we started scheduling an hour a week with each other through FaceTime (or Zoom, etc) to give the most sacrificial and loving gift we have to offer: our time and loving attention.
Obviously this comes with a metric ton of caveats, and if you're already thinking through red flags and "But what about...?" - VALID. I am by no means suggesting any of us can replace licensed mental health professionals. However. I know most people - or at least most Americans - don't have access to therapy, and right now we're facing an anxious time when even the most stable among us are feeling shaken. I also know many of you have the incredible ability
to be a good listener, and right now you could do
so much good with that gift.
Here's what I'm thinking:
1) Pick a friend. Someone you've known a while, someone you love, someone you genuinely enjoy hearing from. Not that you just enjoy talking
to, mind you, but hearing
from. There's a difference. If that hasn't narrowed it down enough, also make sure this friend is someone who seems like they'd benefit from a weekly check-in.
2) Ask that friend to commit to a one hour conversation via FaceTime every week with you. Put it on your schedules. Treat that time as sacred, as a formal appointment. Lock up the pets, tell your family not to interrupt, the works.
3) During that time,
focus on your friend. Make the conversation entirely about them. Ask how they're doing, what they did that day, what's weighing on them. Ask, then
really listen. Keep asking and listening until the hour is up.
And that's it. Now do it again next week.
Quick cat break, because Eva insisted I show you her belly. She'd also like to know why you haven't given her a belly rub yet, because cats don't understand quarantines OR social boundaries.
So what's in this hour-a-week thing for you?
Absolutely nothing.
Only the knowledge that you are giving something life-giving and useful
and loving. This is a sacrifice most people would never make... but if I
know this community, then I bet some of you are willing to step up and be the loving exceptions.
If you have the emotional energy you could even make appointments for a few friends, spacing them out through the week. If you're the empathic sort who soaks up emotions to your detriment, though, then
be careful. Don't take on the world. Remember you can't "fix" anyone. Choose who you focus on wisely and selectively, and
only do this if you have a therapeutic outlet yourself.
Which brings me to: