Dacă în primul articol am lăsat loc vocii terapeutului, cu temerile lui, cu speranțele lui, cu dorința de a fi cu adevărat prezent, acum vine rândul celuilalt om din cameră.
Rogers descrie experiența clientului cu aceeași onestitate. Nu o idealizează sau simplifică, ci o urmărește pas cu pas, de la primul contact marcat de frică și neîncredere până la acel moment prețios în care cineva începe să simtă că poate să fie cine este. Nu e o hartă, ci o posibilitate de traseu pe care un client o poate urma în funcție de o mulțime de factori.
Rogers nu promite vindecarea, nu garantează transformarea. Spune pur și simplu că e posibil, că acest traseu uneori se întâmplă în ani de zile, iar uneori, din motive pe care nu le înțelegem bine, nu se întâmplă deloc.
Am ales să las și de data aceasta textul în engleză, pentru același motiv: există ceva în felul în care Rogers scrie la persoana I, din perspectiva clientului, care se pierde în traducere. E aproape ca și cum ai citi o confesiune nu o teorie.
Ceea ce mi-a rămas mie din acest text este traseul. Mă regăsesc de multe ori în el. Nu e liniar, nu e confortabil. Clientul se teme, se deschide, se rușinează, descoperă ceva înfricoșător în el și totuși continuă. Treptat, curiozitatea și posibilitatea își fac loc. Și uneori, undeva pe drumul acesta, apare o persoană care începe să se recunoască pe sine, să se accepte și să-și dea voie să fie el cu toate ale lui.
THE CLIENT’S EXPERIENCE
The client, for his part, goes through far more complex sequences which can only be suggested. Perhaps schematically his feelings change in some of these ways.
I’m afraid of him. I want help, but I don’t know whether to trust him. He might see things which I don’t know in myself, frightening and bad elements. He seems not to be judging me, but I’m sure he is. I can’t tell him what really concerns me, but I can tell him about some past experiences which are related to my concern. He seems to understand those, so I can reveal a bit more of myself.
But now that I’ve shared with him some of this bad side of me, he despises me. I’m sure of it, but it’s strange I can find little evidence of it. Do you suppose that what I’ve told him isn’t so bad? Is it possible that I need not be ashamed of it as a part of me?
I no longer feel that he despises me. It makes me feel that I want to go further, exploring me, perhaps expressing more of myself. I find him a sort of companion as I do this – he seems really to understand.
But now I’m getting frightened again, and this time deeply frightened. I didn’t realize that exploring the unknown recesses of myself would make me feel feelings I’ve never experienced before. It’s very strange because in one way these aren’t new feelings. I sense that they’ve always been there. But they seem so bad and disturbing I’ve never dared to let them flow in me.
And now as I live these feelings in the hours with him, I feel terribly shaky, as though my world is falling apart. It used to be sure and firm. Now it is loose, permeable and vulnerable. It isn’t pleasant to feel things I’ve always been frightened of before. It’s his fault. Yet curiously I’m eager to see him and I feel more safe when I’m with him.
I don’t know who I am any more, but sometimes when I feel things I seem solid and real for a moment. I’m troubled by the contradictions I find in myself „I act one way and feel another” I think one thing and feel another. It is very disconcerting. It’s also sometimes adventurous and exhilarating to be trying to discover who I am. Sometimes I catch myself feeling that perhaps the person I am is worth being, whatever that means.
I’m beginning to find it very satisfying, though often painful, to share just what it is I’m feeling at this moment. You know, it is really helpful to try to listen to myself, to hear what is going on in me. I’m not so frightened any more of what is going on in me. It seems pretty trust-worthy. I use some of my hours with him to dig deep into myself to know what I am feeling.
It’s scary work, but I want to know. And I do trust him most of the time, and that helps. I feel pretty vulnerable and raw, but I know he doesn’t want to hurt me, and I even believe he cares. It occurs to me as I try to let myself down and down, deep into myself, that maybe if I could sense what is going on in me, and could realize its meaning, I would know who I am, and I would also know what to do. At least I feel this knowing sometimes with him.
I can even tell him just how I’m feeling toward him at any given moment and instead of this killing the relationship, as I used to fear, it seems to deepen it. Do you suppose I could be my feelings with other people also? Perhaps that wouldn’t be too dangerous either.
You know, I feel as if I’m floating along on the current of life, very adventurously, being me. I get defeated sometimes, I get hurt sometimes, but I’m learning that those experiences are not fatal. I don’t know exactly who I am, but I can feel my reactions at any given moment, and they seem to work out pretty well as a basis for my behavior from moment to moment. Maybe this is what it means to be me. But of course I can only do this because I feel safe in the relationship with my therapist.
Or could I be myself this way outside of this relationship?
I wonder. I wonder.
Perhaps I could.
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What I have just presented doesn’t happen rapidly. It may take years. It may not, for reasons we do not understand very well, happen at all. But at least this may suggest an inside view of the factual picture I have tried to present of the process of psychotherapy as it occurs in both the therapist and his client.
Carl Rogers – On becoming a person. A therapist’s view of psychotherapy / A deveni o persoană
Perspectiva unui psihoterapeut
