www.voicelessness.com
www.voicelessness.com
Dreams, Imagined Dreams:
Failed Therapy
Copyright © 2009 by Richard A. Grossman, Ph.D.  ∑  All Rights reserved  ∑  E-Mail: ragrossman@voicelessness.com
expected to sacrifice for the sake of the "cure." Still, I politely refused. The second therapist, Dr. Edberg offered me a more reasonable hour, and I agreed to see him.

Dr. Edberg was a handsome, athletically trim man in his 40ís, with a faint Swedish accent. He had short blonde hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and he dressed casually in corduroy pants and sweater vests. His home office was in the basement of a brick townhouse in Cambridge, near Harvard Square. In the winter time he fired up a small wood stove, and his Golden Retriever laid by his side. I told him I was there, not because I was in any specific distress, but because a lot was happening in my life: I was 24 years old, living with one of my professors from graduate school (soon to be my wife); she had three teenaged kids from a previous marriage.  I was at Massachusetts General Hospital and proud of it, but working in a highly politicized, competitive to the point of paranoid world did not fit my nature--was this where I wanted to be? What I didn't, and couldn't tell him at the time, was that I had always quietly longed for someone to hear me and appreciate meófor I had always felt rather invisible in my life, except during those years when teachers (to whom I am eternally grateful) had taken a special interest in me.  It might have made little sense to Dr. Edberg even if I had been able to tell him.  Invisible kids donít usually end up on the staff of Harvard Medical School at age 24óbut such was the story.

I never asked Dr. Edberg to articulate his philosophy of therapy.  But his job, as I soon learned, was to discover the parts of me that I did not know about (and perhaps would not want to know), and then reveal them to me with a twinkle in his eye. He was very clever. After everything I said, he had something smart and perceptive to offer. He didn't seem to particularly like or enjoy me and he contradicted much of what I said, but I figured that was
                                                                               Page 3


Voicelessness and Emotional Survival

Dreams, Imagined Dreams:
Failed Therapy
                                            Pg. 2   
Voicelessness and
Emotional Survival
Professional
Services