Maybe You Should Talk to Someon - Lori Gottlieb Page 0,49

loss (what it represents). That’s why for many people the pain of a divorce is only partially about the loss of the other person; often it’s just as much about what the change represents—failure, rejection, betrayal, the unknown, and a different life story than the one they’d expected. If the divorce happens at midlife, the loss might involve coping with the limitations of knowing someone and being known again with the same degree of intimacy. I remember reading a divorced woman’s experience of getting to know a new lover after her decades-long marriage ended: “I will never lock eyes in the delivery room with David,” she wrote. “I’ve never met his mother.”

And that’s also why Wendell’s question is so important. In asking me to remember what it’s like to sit with people who are grieving, he’s showing me what he can do for me right now. He can’t fix my broken relationship. He can’t change the facts. But he can help because he knows this: We all have a deep yearning to understand ourselves and be understood. When I see couples in therapy, often one or the other will complain, not “You don’t love me” but “You don’t understand me.” (One woman said to her husband, “You know what three words are even more romantic to me than ‘I love you’?” “You look beautiful?” he tried. “No,” his wife said. “I understand you.”)

My tears start again, and I’m thinking about what it might be like for Wendell to sit here with me. Everything we therapists do or say or feel as we sit with our patients is mediated by our histories; everything I’ve experienced will influence how I am in any given session at any given hour. The text I just received, the conversation I had with a friend, the interaction I had with customer service while trying to resolve a mistake on my bill, the weather, how much sleep I’ve gotten, what I dreamed of before my first session of the day, a memory inspired by a patient’s story, will all influence my behavior with my patient. Who I was before Boyfriend is different from who I am now. Who I was when my son was an infant is different from who I am in sessions now, including in this one with Wendell. And he is different in this session with me because of whatever has happened in his life up to this point. Maybe my tears are bringing up whatever grief he’s experienced and it’s painful for him to sit through this too. He’s as mysterious to me as I am to him, and yet here we are, joining forces to unravel the story of how I ended up here.

It’s Wendell’s job to help me edit my story. All therapists do this: What material is extraneous? Are the supporting characters important or a distraction? Is the story advancing or is the protagonist going in circles? Do the plot points reveal a theme?

The techniques we use are a bit like the type of brain surgery in which the patient remains awake throughout the procedure; as the surgeons operate, they keep checking in with the patient: Can you feel this? Can you say these words? Can you repeat this sentence? They’re constantly calibrating how close they are to sensitive regions of the brain, and if they hit one, they back off so as not to damage it. Therapists delve into a mind rather than a brain, and we can see from the subtlest gesture or expression if we’ve hit a nerve. But unlike neurosurgeons, we gravitate toward the sensitive area, pressing delicately on it, even if it makes the patient feel uncomfortable.

That’s how we get to the deeper meaning of the story, and often at the core is some form of grief. But a lot of plot stands in between.

A patient named Samantha came to therapy in her twenties to understand the story of her beloved father’s death. She’d been told as a child that he had died in a boating accident, but as an adult, she began to suspect that he had killed himself. Suicide often leaves the survivors with an unsolved mystery: Why? What could have been done to prevent this?

Meanwhile, Samantha was always looking for problems in her relationships, searching for issues that would inevitably provide her with a reason to leave. In not wanting her boyfriends to be the enigma that her father was, she’d unwittingly re-create a story of abandonment—only in this version, she was