My thoughts about the work of a psychologist and about the feelings that we experience. How all this is intertwined with our ordinary, “worldly” life. Psychologists are often haunted by dogmas and cliches with which we are labeled. We must be self-possessed, “worked out”, know everything and be able to, foresee and predict. Such super heroes. At the same time, many experience an irresistible urge to casually and casually stumble in, inject, make a remark, and then stand and watch how you turn out and cope. “Yeah, I kicked and pricked, and you screamed, showed healthy aggression of self-defense - that’s it, I’m right, you’re not a real psychologist. I don’t have to listen to you. Now, if I threw a bucket of slop on you, then hit the patient very, very hard , it hurts, it hurts, and you would smile at the same time, then perhaps..."Why does this happen, why do many try to hit harder or at least doubt, refute what psychologists say? The knowledge that a person carries is devalued for one thing and for himself. Now I’m just arguing, expressing my opinion. I don’t encourage anyone to do anything. Once upon a time, a long time ago, I participated in a congress of psychologists with my first husband. Let me make a reservation that I was 21 years old at the time. One of the trainings was conducted by a fairly well-known psychologist not only in our country. At the dating circle, I then made fun of my husband, grunting something at his remark. To which the presenter reacted sharply and said that I have now devalued my husband and I should think about why I need this. It hurt me and it hurt me a lot. I then threw out all the books of which he was the author. For many years she said that he was a mediocrity and a pompous turkey. She even periodically had mental dialogues with him and explained that she was right. The realization of his words came to me later, when I grew up and began to work through our relationship with my husband, my relationship with the world in general. And yes, I can say that I devalued much of youthful maximalism at that time. Somewhere I just didn’t know how to behave and how to react correctly, express my feelings. Sometimes, not having the strength to fight injustice, it was easier for me to devalue and thereby increase my self-esteem. And also, devaluation is an excellent tool for insulting people, in order to “put them in their place,” to create a shell for oneself, some kind of protection. Therefore, now, when I read remarks addressed to myself or colleagues, I am not at all offended. I understand what is behind this. And I encourage my colleagues to do the same. Understand and accept. Working as a psychologist, most of the time I contain other people’s emotions. I spend hours on end during the week listening to people's sad stories. Many destinies, dramatic stories and injustices fly before me. In my office, the most requested item is tissues for tears. I listen to fears and anxieties, letting them pass through myself and help a person find a way out, cope and cope with them. I show the person what is happening to him, how to face the emotion and what to do about it. Sometimes they just pour negativity into me from fatigue, dissatisfaction with life, the injustice of the world. And people need this too. I paid the money, leaked the negative information and went on to live peacefully and happily. Rarely do people come to a psychologist with joy. Do you agree? Especially if his specialty is anxiety states, fears, working with emotional experiences. And then I come home, and there are children and they also have the right to have their mother contain their emotions. They whine, cry, share their experiences. And so on from year to year. When I'm in the resource, everything is fine. I have time to process emotions, clean out my storage, I don’t mix work and personal life. But sometimes some glitches or unusual situations occur and I don’t have time to dodge. My storehouses of my own and other people’s unprocessed emotions are overflowing and I’m starting to cringe. It's rare, but it happens. Then my family, my loved ones, and I myself suffer. And that's not right. Fortunately, over time I learn to catch signals in advance and begin the work of cleaning and processing. I won't say I've achieved perfection, but?