I have a sterilized version of this story, where I say I’ve just always been fascinated with psychology and helping. I remember a clear conversation with my dad at about seven or eight years old, where I decided I would be a psychologist (after he killed my dreams of being a singer songwriter, artist, and journalist, respectively *sigh*). This version is not untrue, but like most therapists the full story is that my curiosity about the human condition grew out of personal experience with pain.Read More
“I met someone else.”
I’ve been on the receiving end of this statement so many times, it’s almost comical. I’m at the point where I can predict my reaction with tragic accuracy: It begins with my heart dropping like a plane that’s hit an air pocket. Then I feel like I’m going to throw up for about five minutes — during which I frantically text my group chat, familiar tears wellingRead More
“I’ve been a part of this industry a long time, Megan. You haven’t. Yet you seem to be quite close to some very powerful people,” my male colleague told me over twice-annual post-work cocktails.
“It just doesn’t add up,” he continued. “And I don’t know how you pay your rent. I’ve wondered at times if you’re an escort, and I’ll be straight with you: others wonder the same thing.”
Winded, I uttered, “You’re kidding, right?”
“That’s why Evan* (a mutual friend in the industry) acts uncomfortable around you. He has the same questions.”Read More