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"David."
I looked up. She was smiling: a thin, stylish woman with wavy hair and a pleasantly disarming bohemian glow. I shook her hand and followed her to an airy office at the end of a long hallway. She pointed me toward the couch (yes, there really was a couch) and sat down in a chair facing me. I'd dreaded this moment. How do you confide in a complete stranger? How do you share the thoughts you've never shared with anyone else? Yes, this woman was trained (and paid) to listen. Yes, it was supposed to be easier to talk about your life with someone outside of it. But I didn't actually buy any of that. I mean, seriously. The entire setup was so artificial. How should I play along? Where would I begin?
Well, at the beginning, if you're Freud. First memories and all that. But so far, this had nothing to do with Freud. She hadn't asked me to lie down or recount dreams. No, we just started talking. This and that. Occasionally, she asked a pointed question. Sometimes she wrote things down. On my book tour, I'd grown tired of talking about myself, so I created a kind of persona, a second, more public version of myself. It was a phenomenon I hadn't pondered or discussed with anyone because, well, that would be even more self-serving. And anyway, who in her right mind would listen?
It took me a moment to realize I was saying all of this out loud. In less than an hour, I'd delved deeper into my, what, unconscious than at any time in the past year. And this I told her, too.
"I'm not sure we've reached your unconscious yet," she said. "But we have awakened some of the bats that were sleeping."
At my next appointment, I came rushing in, frustrated by all the small aggravations of life. I slumped into a chair and took a deep breath, and the outside world began to fall away. I could no longer ignore it: I'd been looking forward to coming back. Last week's visit felt like something worth pursuing--an intriguing first date or an adulterous affair. And I was cheating on the part of me I didn't like. I just started talking: women, work, goals I should be pursuing--
"You're saying 'should' a lot," she said.
"I am?"
"Yes. As if you have a preconceived notion of yourself. Some other possible life you're battling against. Tell me, what do your parents do?"
"Is this the Freud part?"
She laughed. "Maybe, a little bit. We all have different versions of ourselves. And they're rooted in our pasts."
"They're both lawyers," I said.
"Oh, dear. This may take a while."
There is a moment in therapy--if it's going well--when you decide to tell the truth. For me it was the middle of the fourth session. And I don't mean I'd been lying until then. It's just that I hadn't come completely clean. This was, after all, a relationship of sorts. The person sitting across from me was someone I'd quickly come to value and respect. I wanted her to like me. I wanted her to be impressed. And yet I was playing that coy game we all play. When she said she was looking forward to reading my book, I told her she must have better things to do. The false modesty was pathetic. I'm sure she saw through it, even if she didn't let on.
She changed the subject. I changed it back.
"About the book," I said. "Of course I want you to read it."
"So why did you say you didn't?"
"I don't know. Why does anyone say anything?" And then I caught myself again. I did know. "Okay, I didn't want to sound self-involved."
She leaned forward slightly. "You're very hard on yourself. You should want your work to be read; otherwise, why do it? You can't just stay silent, hoping to be noticed. Not in this day and age."
I almost said that flagrant self-promotion was part of what had made "this day and age" so superficial in the first place. But this was psychotherapy, not philosophy. And I'd just made a small breakthrough of sorts, peeled away a layer of myself. She knew it, too.
Suddenly, we were off and running. She poked and prodded. I reacted and explained. For the first time, I could imagine these mini-realizations leading to a larger, life-altering discovery.
The following week I came armed with a question.
"Tell me, where does all this end?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking up from her notes. She smoothed the wrinkles in her skirt.
"You don't like it when I ask the questions, do you?"
"Therapists have their own therapists for that," she said.
"Oh, that makes me feel better."
"How?"
"That you have someone to vent to."
"I think you know this is about a lot more than just venting," she said. "We're on a journey. And the end is never as important as how you get there."
"But if we keep peeling off layers, there may be nothing left."
She laughed at this and was silent for a time. I thought back to that first day in the waiting room and of all those ideas and misconceptions. Psychotherapy wasn't what I had thought it would be. It was instead a reflection of who I was. It wasn't spiritual or New Age, because I'm not spiritual or New Age. But something positive was happening, so why not give it a chance? Was I going soft? Maybe a bit, or maybe I'd been hard-edged for too long.
I realized then that I was staring out the window. When I turned back, she was regarding me curiously, her brow slightly furrowed. And then, as if reaching a decision, she opened her notebook and clicked her pen.
"I think you're ready," she said. "So let's start at the beginning. What are your first memories?"
Find the Right Therapy for You
Psychotherapy works -- but only if you visit the right kind of therapist. Here are five common reasons men visit shrinks, and the recommended therapy for each problem.
1. Depression: Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT)
When men believe they have no reason to be happy, they turn away from activities they enjoy. "The cognitive part helps patients identify their negative thoughts, and the behavioral aspect pushes them to stay active," says Greg Simon, M.D., a psychiatrist in Seattle.
2. Phobias: Exposure Therapy
"Contact with the feared event is critical to overcoming it," says Jeffrey S. Berman, Ph.D., a University of Memphis professor. Exposure therapy slowly desensitizes you. Say you're afraid to fly. Over a few months, you visit an airport, sit on a plane, and taxi around. Then you're cleared for takeoff.
3. Substance Abuse: 12-Step Programs
Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous are still the key treatments for alcohol and drug abuse. A 2006 study in Addiction found that people who sought treatment by using a 12-step program were 44 percent more likely to be clean and sober 3 years later.
4. Anxiety: Psychodynamic Therapy
CBT is the standard treatment for anxiety. But a recent study suggests that psychodynamic therapy, which raises awareness of unconscious motivations, is a great alternative. In the study, patients had a 153 percent greater reduction in symptoms after 12 weeks than those receiving relaxation training.
5. Marital Troubles: Family Therapy
"Family therapy treats relationships, not individuals," says Jacques Barber, Ph.D., a professor of psychology at the University of Pennsylvania. The goal is not to pinpoint the cause of a problem -- i.e., place blame -- but to reveal how the couple's interactions feed it.
















