I work with a lot of divorced, divorcing or divorce contemplating individuals. It’s unfortunately an unavoidable reality in the therapy world. I’ve been in sessions where the husband tells the wife in front of me for the first time that he wants out and watched the screaming painful breakdown before my eyes with rings thrown and awful statements slung around the room.

No, not your password, not poop, not p-a-r-k that we parents of over eager pets or small children carefully spell out lest we get instant mayhem. It’s the word that has broken down our society, robbed our youth of their innocence, crushed marriages...

It’s been called a “therapy hangover”- and although I’ve never been drunk to that extent to know literally what that feels like, as a therapist who’s also been a client - I absolutely know what it is to have concluded a very tough therapy hour and then be thrust immediately into your daily life - or the next session if you’re the therapist -with no chance for a smooth transition and feel all sorts of groggy, wiped out and wondering what the heck all just happened! So picture