I was always the mediator of the family, and I had a desire to help people (I have a “superman complex.” I’m always concerned with saving someone). I realized I had a knack for analyzing and dissecting, and my advice always seemed to be effective. I thought I’d be a good psychologist and really enjoy the work.
Why I NOW don’t want to be a psychologist:
I’m too cynical.
I’m at a point in life where I’m trying to be less cynical, jaded and stressed. I’m now repelled from anything depressing and/or emotionally intense. If I become a psychologist, all I’ll be dealing with is the emotionally intense. I’m afraid that if I work as a counselor, I’ll become EVEN MORE cynical. It seems that being in a “helping profession” will either make you extremely sensitive or extremely cynical, and I don’t want to be either one. Having a “superman complex” doesn’t help very much either. I imagine I might stress myself out to the point of burnout trying to save everyone, and criticize myself for the ones that I don’t. Why didn’t I think about this before, you ask? Well, some things you don’t recognize about yourself until life lets you know and you have an “ah-ha” moment. In other cases, you recognize the potential issues, but for whatever reason, you think that it will change with time or that it won’t be a problem. For me it was a little bit of both cases. I realized a long time ago that I was pretty cynical and that I had a complex; I just didn’t realize how severe the issues actually were and I thought they would dissipate in time enough for me to be a counselor. WRONG.
Why I NOW don’t want to be a psychologist:
I’m too cynical.
I’m at a point in life where I’m trying to be less cynical, jaded and stressed. I’m now repelled from anything depressing and/or emotionally intense. If I become a psychologist, all I’ll be dealing with is the emotionally intense. I’m afraid that if I work as a counselor, I’ll become EVEN MORE cynical. It seems that being in a “helping profession” will either make you extremely sensitive or extremely cynical, and I don’t want to be either one. Having a “superman complex” doesn’t help very much either. I imagine I might stress myself out to the point of burnout trying to save everyone, and criticize myself for the ones that I don’t. Why didn’t I think about this before, you ask? Well, some things you don’t recognize about yourself until life lets you know and you have an “ah-ha” moment. In other cases, you recognize the potential issues, but for whatever reason, you think that it will change with time or that it won’t be a problem. For me it was a little bit of both cases. I realized a long time ago that I was pretty cynical and that I had a complex; I just didn’t realize how severe the issues actually were and I thought they would dissipate in time enough for me to be a counselor. WRONG.
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