Discontinuing Counseling

I have opted to discontinue my counseling sessions. I didn’t have entirely noble motivations for attending them as long as I did. My psychologist is an attractive Caucasian brunette and I enjoyed her company. But more to the point, I’m tired of sitting in front of people who don’t share my life experience and couldn’t last 10 feet in my shoes.

To some degree, I resent the fact that because these people received a degree from some accredited, as I term it “White” university, that they have the wisdom or knowledge needed to counsel me.

The irony is that under other circumstances, i.e. encountering me on the street, they may fear me, is that cannot “connect” with me because of different life experiences and a savvy that cannot be learned from a textbook.

So my feeling is: if these people cannot with Hip-Hop, TuPac and the ills that plague the Black communities of America, then how can they possibly understand me?

I feel like a test monkey sitting in front of these people and I refuse to be the subject of their frivolous efforts to make an impact. If these people want to help me, the can provide my much-needed dental care, ensure prompt mail delivery to inmates, expedited social visit approval and access to educational books of my choice instead of Bolozoff and Buddhism, but rather the “48 Laws of Power” and books by Anthony Browder.