It was when I was on my training as a Couples Counsellor that I had the revelation – we don’t, as therapists, like to talk about sex. This came to me when, in session number four, our tutor told us we were going to focus on how important – on possibly unimportant which brings it’s own connotations – the sexual relationship is for a couple. As soon as she said the ‘S’ word though, I noticed we were all blushing… It was instantaneous. Even the word ‘sex’ made many of us feel uncomfortable.
Yet talking about sex is important when working with a couple. In fact, talking about sex is important when working with anyone. I have had many clients who have brought sex in to the therapy. I’ve heard some pretty extreme things from coprophilia to extreme versions of S&M. I had one client who spent much of her time on ‘dating’ apps arranging to meet men for sex in places other than her home – public parks, back seat of the car (in daylight), even in a library. I have felt very honoured that my clients have felt able to tell me about such intimate things. It’s not easy to talk about sex at the best of times and it says something about our relationship that they do bring sex in to the therapy room.
But it’s not easy.
I have had to really think about what it is all about? On the one hand, it is a fertile area to explore (forgive the pun). The actual acts that are engaged in – the need for public sex, the act of being defecated on – are potentially redolent with meaning and, in time, it is possible to tentatively and gently explore what is behind these acts. However, it is a careful path to be trod. Who is to say that someone shouldn’t enjoy these acts? I am always having to check myself – am I judging them somewhere deep inside? I am ‘enjoying’ hearing all this? Is my ego being charged in a ‘oh-look-at-me-I-must-be-brilliantly-tolerant-for-people-to-tell-me-this.’ Am I getting some kind of vicarious thrill because I feel it can lead to such deep work together?
Yet sex in the therapy room is always fascinating.
Adolescents often want to talk about sex in all its different forms, some good, some bad, At the moment, confusion over sexual identity and desire is very present in many teenager’s live yet how many of us can, hand on heart, say we feel comfortable when a 17 year-old comes in to the room and very bravely talks about their fantasies? It doesn’t even matter what they are about, it’s just not easy.
I have sat with many clients and been very touched at how much of their feelings about sex they have brought in to the room. It’s a very brave thing to do and part of my learning has been not only to think about how I am in the room with them but my own feelings about sex and my own sexual history.
I come from a typical middle class family, the ones whose parents looked embarrassed and quickly turned off the TV at the merest hint of a kiss.
Sex was a taboo subject in my family. We didn’t talk about it. I had no idea how babies were made and couldn’t conceive of my parents doing anything with each other of a physically intimate nature. I had no idea about my body but, like many young people, I was interested in how I felt and worked.
When I was a little girl and discovered that my ‘parts’ felt tingly when I touched them (as many small girls do), my mother looked absolutely mortified when I asked about her why. Years later – but still naïve and young – I found a racy magazine when I was walking the dogs. It was peeking out from the underside of a wooden bridge. I sat there and stared at it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It sort of possessed me with all its nudity and sexual images. I took it home with me so I could hide it in the garden shed and leaf through it secretly and furtively. Somehow I knew I was doing a ‘bad’ thing yet I was utterly transfixed.
Of course my mother found it and there was hell to pay. I was paraded in front of other members of my family. It felt shameful and humiliating.
So my message what – sex is a Bad Thing. It is dirty and wrong and no one with any sense of decency does it let alone enjoys it.
But sex is a very important arena in which to work with clients and I have had to really work on myself and my attitudes to sex to be able to contain what happens in the room.
For example, one client recently described the sexual bullying that happens between herself and her partner. What she brought in to the room was very distressing to her. I could see she felt many things when she revealed these things to me.
The temptation to skirt around the actual acts was huge. I could palpably feel this in the room. In that split second we both made a choice. We could euphemistically refer to ‘the acts’ and not name anything more specifically that that. Or we (together) could go for it. It was, I realised, a chance to really look at what was going on in her sexual relationship with her partner and actually her past relationships with other men and, ultimately, her father. I knew she was finding it difficult even to have said as much as she did. Yet I was humbled by that fact she had revealed any of this to me in the first place. And that she felt I could contain her. I wasn’t shocked by her revelations – I have come to understand that sex is about so much more than the act and that it is vitally important not to be shocked/disturbed/judgemental or else the client can easily feel as shamed and humiliated as I was when I was discovered poring over a porn mag.
So, given that we as therapists know this, why do some of us (I think maybe most of us) find it so hard to talk about sex?
I have asked many of my fellow counsellors how they feel about clients bringing sex in to the room and they look terrified.
But we have to resist this terror. I have learned more about my clients and myself by letting sex and sexual issues emerge. It has strengthened the bond of trust in a way that work very directly and quickly. It’s as if someone opens up a very secretive part of themselves and, in turn, helps me access secretive parts of myself.
