This gentle, tender and award-winning Indian comedy follows the ordeal of an over-worked modern son forced to accompany his 77-year-old father to the holy city of Varanasi, where he plans to end his days.It’s the waning moments of my fourth session with a new therapist. My entire body feels tense, not ideal for the setting.There’s the insanely smart guy who can’t remotely begin to navigate a common social situation, the charitable girl who devotes all her time to helping strangers, but won’t confront issues in her own personal relationships.In my case, my extreme sensitivity can make me feel fabulous about the aspects of myself that I somehow know are good (my artistic tastes) and cause deep hatred of those traits I happen to loathe (the thirty pounds I could stand to lose). We speak about relationships I’ve formed with friends and lovers, and how my family may have informed those interactions.“We learn in our training to not personally disclose, for example,” she says, but adds that, occasionally, transparency can be helpful. ” she says a little louder, opening up her arms and looking around as if to say the office is now our playground, and, oh, the rollicking fun we’d have mixing bodily fluids. ” “I wouldn’t do that.” “That’s what I thought,” she says, and tension in the room decomposes.
“When you said you’re attracted to me,” she continues. “That.” Back in session three Lori was trying to build my self-esteem, the lack of which is one of the reasons I’m in treatment.
I try to relax, but the plush leather couch crumples under me when I shift, making the movements extraordinary.
I’ve barely looked into my therapist’s blue eyes at all, and yet I think the hour has gone very well. On the surface, when the patient has been highly selective of the discussion topics, therapy always resembles a friendly get-together.
“I’m glad you feel that way,” she begins, “but I think you owe yourself some kudos.
This kind of therapy,” she shares, “isn’t something just anyone can take on.” Such honest discussion doesn’t simply should be proud of ourselves,” she says.
So I go home, incredibly turned on and completely unashamed.