So it’s been a while. I had a computer die and traded for another one. In between, I did a once a week, massage class at a local massage school. The teacher was cool. I was her assistant. The students were less than impressive. Eye rolling, phone scrolling, easily offended, cry babies. I never felt welcomed. Only when they found out I had over 10 years experience as a LMT, did anyone even bother to pick my brain. When I offered some extra curricular, knowledge. I was often met with heavy sighs and eye rolls. Like they didn’t need anymore knowledge. The egos in the room made it hard to breath. I had a few of those in my class, when I was studying. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Therapists who think they are the greatest thing, without question. These people are the ones who end up harming clients. Going beyond their scope of practice and thinking they know what’s best for their clients. I work with one. They can’t imagine how anyone would not adore them and their bodywork. Even after complaints from fellow therapists and clients. They’re clueless and/or delusional.
I learned and accepted at the beginning of this journey; that I’m not the greatest. This is why we take continuing education classes. I’m always going to improve. I know my work is not for everyone and I have no problem referring a client to another therapist, who might give them better results. I don’t trash talk other therapists in front of clients!
I work with another therapists who’s work is amazing. I have profound changes when I get bodywork from them and have referred clients to them. My problem is that they always have to slip into the conversation how awesome they are. If I say “You and I had a great client load this week.” They’ll respond. “Yeah, but you’ve been here for a long time and I’m new.” That little, cunty dig was unnecessary, and they make sure they always have the last word. It irritates me to no end. I have to keep peace at work, so I let it go. That is my ego exercise.
These past few months have been so filled with ego problems. Everyone wants to be right. Everyone wants to be a winner. I want to be at peace. Not on guard all the time. Worrying about what I’ll say in case someone gets butt hurt. It amazes me that I always seem to be the one who is asked to apologize. Even if I’m the injured party. It’s getting old.