Much as the other incredulous and disappointed review on Candell, my experience came at one of the most complex and challenging times of my life. For years I've been dealing with pain over an aspect that has been missing in my life/most of my life. I've one of the best general practitioners in the Downtown Seattle area whose recommendations have never led me astray. So, when she came out at the last minute to give me information on Mr. Candell, I knew he had to be good. Of course, I had my reservations, so I made sure to read every paragraph lodged on his site before coming to a decision. It took me months before I felt I was ready for therapy, in part due to my need to attempt sorting my struggles myself before relying on a safety net. Candell was my final safety net. I had high hopes for this alternate route, as his vision in therapy spoke to me; it was exactly what I was looking for. I'd even go so far as to say it was fated by the universe, and I took great solace in that.
Fast forward to entering his office. I'm not all that use to a setup such as what he has, but I at least thought I'd be greeted by someone. Immediately I felt closed off and segregated as I sat quietly in his waiting room. Eventually he came out to find me there, clipboard in hand, and left me for another ten minutes while I filled out the paperwork. It wasn't a long list of questions; just the basics such as name, occupation, address and so on. The very beginning of our session was awkward at best. As I sat down and he inquired 'So, what's wrong?', I'd hoped he would lead me through a series of questions to make this less difficult. My dilemma is not conventional, nor was it something I was familiar talking to others about. It was immensely personal, only something I've spoken with my husband about in great detail. The residing silence as I floundered for words was uncomfortable. I'm the sort of person that feels as though I'm slowly dying in such situations, so I knew I had to think fast and act accordingly. At this point I tried to make light conversation about how I've never laid down in therapy before, and go ahead and try that to see if it would help. I know as a fact that I can think more clearly when I do. I paused and stuttered around my many thoughts for what felt like an eternity before I managed to get the short version of my troubles out.
I spent a lot of time talking, listening to his silence and speaking as I felt the need. The entire time I was in tears, much as I'd been outside of his office. Occasionally he would say something, but it was more an observation than a hand meant to guide. Worse yet, was that it felt as though he wasn't paying attention. I'd mentioned my husband several times before he asked me if I was in a long term committed relationship. I was stunned, to say the least. He obviously had not read my papers before addressing me, which felt entirely pointless. Particularly as all he'd require was a one or two minute glance. Furthermore, he managed to misconstrue or take my words out of context. When I finally sat up, I'd observed his form seated across from me. Body language dictates a great deal of how someone feels, what they are thinking, and especially how they are receiving their environmental stimuli. He was hunched to one side of the chair, legs crossed, and arms somewhat crossed to one side. As he spoke, his foot would occasionally sway at a more accelerated rate, which perhaps denoted anxiety of his own. Simultaneously, I noted my own posture, slouched forward, legs apart and arms hanging down between my legs as my fingers tugged at the fabric of my boots. My posture, though it caved in on itself, remained open to him. This was not the case with Candell, and it left me feeling out of place. Some part of me wonders if what I had to share was simply too bizarre. Granted, I don't blame the man for having no idea how to help me move forward. He just about said as much. By the end of the session, neither of us were certain if this could be of any help. I thought he might know better than I, in all of my abounding uncertainty. But, he seemed less confident than I, and that made me nervous. The sensation I had by the end of it all was unlike any feeling I've ever yet to know in this life. A wave of complete hopelessness crashing down and engulfing my spirit. Never, had I thought, I'd feel this way after a therapy session.
When I'd left, I made sure to shake his hand and provide respectful acknowledgement for his time. He made no attempt to do so of his own accord. As though he meant to keep this brick wall between us, which ultimately contradicts his sales pitch off his website. As I stepped out of his office to tackle the final door leading out of the suite, he wasted no time in closing the door behind me. I'd thought he would walk me out, and had turned my head over one shoulder to wish him well throughout the remainder of the day.
To no avail.
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