The Rane Wallace Paradigm: How Can A Dude Select A Therapist Successfully?
In that picture above, I’m the fat fuck second from the left in the back; Wallace is the skinnier fuck far left on the bottom. He was my therapist for about eight months, maybe close to a year. I don’t actually remember the exact thing that led me to go to him as a therapist, although I would assume it had something to do with drinking.
If I am doing the math and dates correctly, I believe I went to him somewhere around March 2021. Actually, I can tell you that it was definitely about drinking, because our first appointment was supposed to be on a Wednesday after work, and I was drinking downtown at some shit-hole called Durty Murphy’s in the late afternoon, so I cancelled that appointment. So yea, March 2021. About two years ago.
At the time, I had been seeing various therapists for probably multiple decades. My mom took me to one when I was in maybe fifth grade. That was OK; I don’t even remember the person’s name. In sixth grade, I went to my mom’s therapist, which has…
