As a therapist it is the first line of job duties to listen to the hard stuff from people's lives. Even when not on the clock people find a way to (not really) drop in the conversation how her husband's sister's son is having a hard time with such and such and all that can be done is to offer a small patient smile and nod in solemn agreement at the shit of the world.
It is also common for clients to say they are amazed at this job, how they could never possibly do it, listen to people's stuff all day. A rarer follow up question is "who listens to you"? Sometimes a question really forces time to stop, and then the question spins. My client recommended a therapist from where she goes to, but she's booked. I wish I could go to her, but when I talk to myself I don't listen. I get lost.
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