Happy New year - after a couple of weeks of festivities I'm climbing back into my (slightly ill fitting) Freudian slip - possibly my favourite undergarment - couldn't resist the dunce penguin in the corner either...
(Article by Michael Holden)
I became surrounded on a bus by three ladies whose lunch had evidently escalated into something more sustained, causing them to abandon their cars for public transport.
Woman 1 (the most drunk) "Where does this bus go?"
Woman 2 (not drunk) "I'll tell you where to get off."
Woman 1 "When do you qualify as a psycho-whatever-it-is?"
Woman 2 "Psychotherapist. I've only just started. This is my first term."
Woman 3 (medium drunk) "Where are you doing it?"
Woman 2 " In town. The youngest person there is 21, it's quite daunting."
Woman 1 (slurring over the distinctions) "But what's the difference between a psychiatrist and a psychotherapist."
Woman 2 "A psychiatrist has more of a clinical background."
Woman 1 (delighted to have grasped that) "Right!"
Woman 2 "With therapy that's not always the case."
Woman 3 (not helping) "So at the end of the day, you'll be doing like, cognitive?"
Woman 2 "That might end up being part of it. Freud is the real distinction; he had been a medical doctor, so the psychiatrists …"
Woman 1 (interrupting) "So you can give out drugs, or is that the other lot?"
Woman 2 "Well, it's more psychiatry, the idea that the problem has a pathology to it. Therapy is different, to a degree in that …"
Woman 1 (not listening) "Well Edmund sees someone, and he's on drugs. And Peter sees someone, and he isn't on anything."
Woman 2 (bracing herself for a long journey, in every sense) "I see."
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