Let’s be real—being a teen therapist means I’ve heard it all: friend breakups, dating disasters, school drama, and the occasional plot twist that rivals any TV show. And while I keep my therapist poker face on, inside, I’m absolutely hooked. Forget Netflix—I’ve got front-row seats to this circus.
I’ll be sitting there, listening to a client explain how so-and-so totally ghosted them or how their best friend "betrayed" them by sitting with someone else at lunch, and in my head, I’m like, “Whaaattttt? No way! Not her?!” But on the outside, I’m calmly nodding, throwing in my professional “Hmm, I can see why you feel that way” and doing my best not to give away that I’m totally invested.
Then there are those moments when a client says, “Oh, and I have an update about last week!” and I’m immediately like, Yes. Finally. But instead, I keep it cool, acting like it’s “just another session,” while every fiber of my being wants to grab the popcorn and buckle in for the next episode of Teen Life: Unfiltered.
Being a teen therapist means I have the best job in the world: not only do I have the opportunity to support my teens, but also developing this superhuman ability to hide just how much I’m rooting for them—and how much I secretly want to see how their latest drama unfolds.
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