psychologists are white women over forty
with children mostly grown and time to spare
they empathise from converted granny flats in suburban gardens
and they share a solemn respect for everyone
compassion carefully cultivated and packaged by woolworths
they take notes in ballpoint pen on exam pads
and they always care
psychologists are welcoming, unthreatening
they wear wedding rings
but don’t mind if you’re queer
they think of you over a latte later when you’ve left
they’re quite bereft in their self-emptying nests
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January 24th, 2011 at 17:08
insightful….and if a “crass generalization”, it seems also to be very often true. thanks for my first smile of the day!
January 26th, 2011 at 14:34
And although they may be worlds apart from our own, perhaps that is what allows them to see our problems from a perspective we, mired in our issues, can not. perhaps.
January 28th, 2011 at 21:13
So… not bad people. Just different from us :)