My profession in life is a psychotherapist for individual and couple counseling. Over the years there have been a lot of very interesting conversations and a few of them spun my ability to remain professional.
Anyhow, my new client looks at the candle for a minute and then smiles at me and says, “I like incest.”
That got my attention rapidly. “How long has this been going on?”, I asked. The client replied, “I think since I was young, but I’ve liked it more in the last few years. I love the way it makes my house smell.”At that point I was completely lost, worried about patient rights, concerned about reporting this if there is a victim involved and wondering what in the world to do next. The client then smiled and said, “I like the ones that smell like frankincense the most.”
I had sudden understanding. My client didn’t say she liked “incest”, she said she liked “incense”. Obviously the session went much easier once I made that distinction. Never did share the story with her, didn’t want her to know how weird her therapist really was.