Or they need a girlfriend that doesn’t mind listening and trying to help them work through their shit and defeat their fucking demons without asking them to pour out their soul to a stranger who is only listening because it’s their job. That’s the kind of shit you do for the people you love.
your partner is not your therapist. listening to your partner is one thing, but it is not their responsibility to help you work through your shit. that is on you.
one more time.
your partner is not your therapist.
also if I may hop onto this, I REALLY hate when people try to spin “therapists only listen because it’s their job” as a BAD thing. can you imagine if we tried to apply that to literally any other profession?
“why take your phone into the store to get it fixed? they don’t care about you, they’re only doing their job.”
“I don’t want to order a pizza. they’re not making it for me out of the goodness of their hearts, they’re only doing it because it’s their job.”
“why didn’t you just have your girlfriend do that surgery instead of going to a stranger who only saved your life because it’s their job?”
it’s their job because they are better equipped to do it than the other people in your life. jesus christ.
if you’re trying to write a character with a job you don’t know that much about, there has been a rising trend on youtube in the past few months of professionals watching shows/movies about their job and pointing out the inaccuracies that you might want to check out! it’s a lot of very good niche information in a short (and entertaining) format!
There’s a big dog that shows up at your backyard once every few weeks. It usually stays overnight and is gone by sunrise. Whenever it decides to come by you feed it food, pet its fur and play fetch. You don’t know its breed, but it’s clear that, despite its size, it is a friendly creature.
The mutt showed up at your yard on one particularly stormy night. You took pity in it and decided to let it sleep inside your house for the night. After cleaning up the dog and feeding it some food, you put it in the garage along with some towels, pillows and clean water. You then lock the garage’s door and go to sleep.
Next morning, you go into the garage to check on the dog. In a baffling twist, instead of seeing a canine, you see a human. The person looks at you and mutters “Oh no, shit.”
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