So, I’m nearly halfway through the second semester of the massage therapy program at the community college. Thank God it’s almost over, because it’s really difficult for me to be in the room with a bunch of people who can’t stand being around me. I was informed late last semester by the head of the program that a lot of the other students are refusing to work with me because they “don’t feel comfortable” around me. No, nothing specific that I’ve done or said, I did ask.
I don’t get the practice that I need because more days than not, I can’t find a partner for lab. People go out of their way to avoid sitting at the same table as me- one guy actually went so far as to get up and move to the other side of the room when I sat down at the table with him. until a few weeks ago, we got along fine, then out of a blue sky, he acts like I have cooties.
This guy is in his fifties, btw.
Well, after some investigation, I discovered why everyone is so uncomfortable with me.
I suffer from chronic back problems, and am forever stretching my back and neck trying to work the kinks out- sitting still is physically very uncomfortable for me. I try, I really do, but eventually, I have to flex, twist, pull the right shoulder back, to get the kinks out. I must confess that this probably looks a bit strange, but since everyone knows that I have these physical problems, you’d think they would understand, but apparently they don’t. Either that or they just don’t care.
So I’m in a classroom full of students who are there to learn to become massage therapists.
The sight of someone in obvious physical pain makes them so uncomfortable that they will go out of their way to avoid contact with that person.
Pardon me while I consume sufficient quantities of alcohol to quiet the cognitive dissonance this sets up in my brain.
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OK, so I’d really like to know why these people are studying massage therapy, if they can’t deal with being around someone with (gasp) back problems. I’m going into this field because I want to be able to put my hands on people who are in pain and make them better. I guess these people think they are going to make ridiculous amounts of money working in some spa, dealing with clients who don’t have any particular problems, but just want a massage for relaxation purposes. I hope they find the jobs they are looking for. I wish them well, I really do.
Meanwhile, since I don’t have the opportunity to practice in class, the only practice I get is the two or three clients I see in clinic every week- who by the way nearly always give me the highest possible scores on my evaluations. And since I can’t get any work done on me in class, I have to pay to be worked on in the student clinic by one of the students from the other campus. Since I’m not working right now, even though it’s only fifteen bucks a pop, it’s still a financial strain, but since, after making the rounds of doctors, chiropractors, and physical therapy, I’ve found that the only real relief from the nearly constant pain I’m in comes from getting massage, I really can’t afford not to have the work done.
So, the guy who peppers the air with inappropriate sexual commentary, and who once put his tongue out and pretended to lick massage lotion off of another student’s body, nobody has a problem with.
The guy who has no compunctions about making insulting comments to other students about their bodies, hey, that’s cool.
The woman who is just generally mean, and will tell anyone who is not a fund’ist Protestant that their religious beliefs are not from the Bible, and are therefore stupid, well, yeah, folks will work with her.
The chick who comes to class in midriff-baring outfits and doesn’t put her scrub top on until the instructor comes in, and poses suggestively, well, all the guys want to work with her.
The woman who has obvious physical problems, and, hey, really, really needs a massage guys…
Don’t touch her, she has cooties.
God, it’s like middle school all over again.
I’m counting the days until graduation.