For several months now, I have been facilitating a women's group again. It's been some years ... It's getting to the point that the trust is there enough that people are starting to admit their true feelings/struggles. There's humor ... tears. It's a reluef to be there for me, in this realness created by people who are not interested in "fronting".
Good life! I am in my element and am remembering why I went into this field in the first place ... Dropping formalities is a much more warm, interesting way to be. Women's Group a n d Men's GroupLately I had to cover for a colleague, and facilitated a support group for men. Much like in Thursday-night women's group, I kept hearing from the men that it was the place they could be real. Work, where there's a certain financial motive to looking "together" stops let-your-hair-down conversations from happening much. Time is another factor ... how often do I see friends and tell them what's up with me, or sound-out my sweatier personal questions?
That there's a need we have these days, more than ever, to have such a place shouldn't surprise me. But it does. Maybe I am in denial about just how little I carve out the friend time I would like to think I have. |
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