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Money Matters Again by Linda B. Sherby, Ph.D., ABPP

01/27/2016 5:17 PM | Anonymous

I am aware of feeling annoyed as I go to the waiting room to greet Philip. It’s been five weeks since I’ve seen him. Each of the last four weeks he cancelled three or more days prior to our session – well within the time required by my 48 hour cancellation policy to avoid being charged – with various excuses, mostly related to business. Philip is a successful import/exporter. It’s not unusual for him to travel, but we’ve usually been able to reschedule during the week or arrange to talk by phone, even when he’s out of the country.


“It’s been a while,” he says greeting me with a broad smile that enhances his already handsome face. “I’ve been incredibly busy. Business has really picked up. Not that I’m complaining. I know lots of people are hurting, so I’m more than grateful. Other than that, not much is happening. Things are going okay with Serena, although she hasn’t been too pleased with all my traveling. I have been able to keep up with my kids, although I can find myself squeezed between time with Serena and time with the kids.” 


“And us?” I ask.


“Us?”


“We haven’t seen much of each other the past several weeks either and now you seem to be saying that there’s not much to talk about.”


“Truthfully, I haven’t had much time to think about myself. I just keep on truckin’.”


“Does that strike you as strange? You’re someone who usually spends a lot of time reflecting about yourself, trying to understand why you do what you do and now you’re being kind of flip and indifferent.”


“Maybe I’m just tired of spending all this time ruminating on myself. Maybe it’s time to just start living.”


“Philip, what’s going on?”


“What do you mean?”


“First you disappear for over a month …”


“I didn’t disappear,” he interrupts. “I called every time to say why I couldn’t come. Gave you enough advance notice too.”


I find myself confused, annoyed and stymied. When Philip kept cancelling, I thought about our last several sessions trying to understand what might have triggered his desire to keep away and hadn’t come up with anything. Now he’s being disinterested, dismissive and even hostile and I have no idea why. Was he feeling too close and needing to get away? And what was that comment about giving me advance notice? Philip is a wealthy man. Money never seemed to be an issue between us.



“Was it important that you gave me advance warning?” I ask.


“Yeah. Wouldn’t want you to be charging me for a session when I’m not here, especially since you just raised your fee.”


I try to keep my surprise from registering on my face. I raised Philip’s fee by $25, an amount I thought would be insignificant to him.


“Philip, what did it mean to you that I raised my fee?”


“Nothing. You’re entitled. This is your job. You deserve to make a living. And $25, it’s no big deal.”


“Seems like it is a big deal, Philip.”


“Don’t be silly. I can give $25 to the valet when I leave my car at the airport.”


“Except I’m not the valet,” I say quietly.


“I didn’t mean to insult you,” he says quickly.


“Philip, let’s stop a moment. I feel like we’ve been sparring all hour and I think I do understand what’s going on. I understand that the actual $25 an hour increase is inconsequential to you. But I think what it did is remind you that we have a professional relationship, that in addition to our human relationship, in addition to the caring interaction that goes on between us, you do pay me for my time. It reminded you, as you said, that this is my job. And I think that made you feel uncared about.”



“I never thought of that. At least not consciously. But now that you put it into words, I think you’re right.” He pauses. “Know what I just thought about? I thought about the time when I was a kid and my father and I had baseball tickets. I’d been looking forward to it for weeks. And then sometime before the game a delivery guy arrived with an electric guitar I’d been wanting and a note that said, ‘Sorry, kid, can’t make it. Enjoy. Love, Dad.’ I never did play that guitar. I realize it’s not the same thing …”


“But it felt that money, material things were taking the place of time and caring and that’s how it felt with me too.”


“I guess. I’m sorry. I know that’s not fair.”



“Nothing to apologize for. I’m glad our relationship matters to you. It matters to me too. And I’m glad we were able to figure out what was going on.”




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