I’ve not been a counselor for long. I’ve only had my limited license a little over a year. Add to that my internship experience and I’ve got a whopping two years of part-time, volunteer counseling under my belt. But in that time, I’ve heard things. Awful things. Things I could never have imagined are going on in my community’s back yard before I started counseling. And, truth be told, things I may not have believed.
This business of denial reminds me of something a dentist once told me. Decay, he said, is an insulator. It prevents pain from being felt, but left unchecked, it makes the situation worse. Denial, I think, works in much the same way.