Conversations With My Therapist

Scene one. Therapist, Buffy, pretty dark Persian female, 27, talks with bearded Orthodox Jew, 42.

Therapist: “Do you want to connect with me?”

Luke: “Wouldn’t that be unprofessional? You won’t even tell me if you’re Jewish. How can I connect with you if you won’t tell me anything about yourself?”

Therapist: “I feel like I’m a wall you just throw stuff up against. You lie on the couch and you look up the ceiling and you rarely engage me in eye contact. I rarely feel like you are talking to me.”

Luke: “I thought that was how therapy was supposed to be.”

Buffy: “You’re supposed to connect with your therapist.”

Luke: “Oh. I feel silly. After six months of this, now I realize I’m supposed to connect with my therapist. How do I connect with you without crossing boundaries?”

Buffy: “Well, you could look at me. You could engage with me. You could respond to me.”

Luke: “Oh. I think I’d like to try this.”


Buffy: “I saw you walking down Robertson Blvd the other day. I almost stopped and said hi but wasn’t sure if that would freak you out.”

Luke: “It wouldn’t freak me out. Feel free!”

“So could we have coffee when my therapy is done?”

Buffy: “No. I can’t have dual relationships. Who knows? I might see you again as a client some day when I go into private practice.”

Luke: “Oh. I thought when you said you thought about stopping and saying hi to me on the street that you’d be open to coffee.”

Buffy: “No.”

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see My work has been covered in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and on 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (
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