On my web page I suggest that one might want to hire me either as a coach or as a mental health counselor. Many of us do not have a mental illness but we may need a listening ear as we sort through the emotions, thoughts and possibilities for facing the issues which life delivers to us or into which we bump. A life coach can often provide that non-judgmental listening ear.
Some may be fortunate enough to have a wise grandmother or grandfather, a local medicine person, or some other elder who is ready to listen and, if asked, offer some sage advice. When I need such a person, I often think of Grandma Fannie and her “big lap”. Grandma Fannie was not one to pat one on the head or to assume one was fragile. If straight-talking, no-nonsense reminders were needed she assumed you were strong enough to hear what might have been uncomfortable. Hugs and other forms of support were always available. She never gave pats on the head which indicated one was too fragile to deal with life issues head on.
If one is coming to my office for life coaching or for counseling/psychotherapy I will be clear that hugs are very available (metaphorically) but pats on the head are not available. I assume, as did Grandma Fannie, that all of us have the strength and ability to deal with life on life’s terms. One day recently I talked to a person whose good friend is dying from complications of alcoholism, a person who beloved dog may have been stolen or killed, and a person whose daughter was recently murdered. In each case, it has been my goal to offer that metaphorical big Grandma Fannie lap, a listening ear and lot of virtual hugs. I also “knew” or trusted that each of these people could face their pain head on while honoring the grief and related emotions. No one got “poor you”. No one got, “Do not cry or feel bad.” No one got “Man or woman up.” Each was dealing with what was, for them, tough emotional issues.
I spent a lot of my childhood living in the country. In the house I shared with my siblings and my parents there was no running water or other indoor plumbing. There was a wood cooking and heating stove which demanded to be fed, water to be fetched, outhouse to be maintained, chickens to be tended to and eggs to gather. In the summer there were gardens to be planted, maintained and crops to gather. One did not have the luxury of wallowing in the sad or tragic events which life presented. One could grieve and gather wood, fetch water or perform other chores. One was acutely aware that all one did or did not do affected the entire family and often a large extended family. One did not have the luxury of focusing just on the grief. If someone died or some other tragic event occurred neighbors were there to bring food and offer other practical support. If a person was sick enough to be in the hospital or suffering from acute mental illness including shell shock/PTSD one made allowances, but for day-to-day life events there was always a lap available between chores.
I am sometimes not sure that those of us who enjoy all the luxuries of indoor plumbing, central heat and air conditioning, and groceries delivered to the door are better or worse off than when most did not have the “luxury” of deciding life on life’s terms was too hard. Oh sure, even then there were those who escaped with alcohol, other drugs, suicide and running away. There were those who stole and even murdered. There was mental illness including addiction. Most of us, however, were able to face life on life’s terms.
Many do not have a metaphorical lap and may hire a coach to be that lap. Sadly, we live in a time those of us whose role is to be a lap, or a counselor have to charge for our time. Most of us do not live in a community with the needs of the lap person, wise person, or medicine man or woman are provided for. For some mental health needs, one may be able to bill insurance and the services are covered. At this stage of my career, I no longer bill insurance, but others do. If one is “merely” providing coaching services one cannot bill insurance, but one may be able to offer services for what clients can afford. Fortunately I am blessed to offer that option.
We all sometimes just need a Grandma Fannie lap. These laps are necessary for our health. We do not and should not need a mental illness diagnosis to avail ourselves of this necessity.
Written September 30, 2021
Jimmy F Pickett
coachpickett.org