Long ago, in the high ‘60s, I met a happy couple whose hobby was talking
with strangers. They put up signs on billboards to the effect of: Want to
talk? Call [their number] between 8 pm and 2 am (or whatever the hours were
that they were hanging out at home). That is how I met them. It was a simpler
time, even in deepest Manhattan. They didn’t get harassing calls, rather mostly
people who just wanted to be heard. Maybe they had a great idea, or something
happened (good or bad) they wanted to share, or they wanted a sounding board to
figure things out, or they liked conversation, or they were lonely.
Seeing a news report about the problems with accessing psychotherapists
these days, it occurred to me that we would all do better to have neighborhood
and online coping centers. Places anyone can access to talk, to share emotional
content, perhaps to engage in group therapies, art, community projects. If no
one needs payment, there are no barriers from insuranceu or lack of
affordability. Expenses could be shared by those who can, because this is a
community effort for all of our benefit. Health care professionals who like can
not so much donate time as do their part as they see it. The point is, we can
all be heard, all share our human burdens of pain and confusion and our human
resources of being listeners, growing a healthier future of companionship
instead isolating into hate.
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