Well, therapy! Therapy is weird. It increasingly seems to be the art of revealing what should be obvious (or what’s painfully obvious in retrospect), and learning about your life by talking to a total stranger is a little unsettling.

I wonder how many therapists write fiction. I wonder if they’re especially good at using their knowledge and experiences to write convincing characters. I also wonder if a therapist who writes fiction has a hard time drawing on personal experiences and acquaintances because so many of them must be confidential, “behind closed doors”. It seems like becoming a therapist involves renouncing a good chunk of one’s free speech.

But then, now that I think about it, a lot of jobs are like this in some way. Non-disclosure agreements are quite common, and there’s a whole hell of a lot you can’t say if you’re in politics. Actually, in the USA, elected officials are probably the people furthest removed from the First Amendment: not only to they have to calculate their every statement, but they have to subscribe to a particular religion. Pffft.

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