I studied two years psychology at my university. I love philosophy, and lenguages. I like to spent time with people from another cultures, and I read a lot about human experiences. What kind of Ausbildung would you recommend me?
It's been here for a while and all of I see its Deutschland people saying "don't make an Ausbildung, you don't gonna make money and even survive. The people is gonna have bad attitudes with you" and stuff like that. So, what's the point of trying? I don't understand. There's people around here who have been doing an Ausbildung right now from other point of the world and everything it's going be okay?
I have been studying two years psychology, I readed about philosophy almost all my life, and I have been suffering a lot of things that teach me how it's the correct way to live.
The point is (sorry by my bad english) I want to start to write about self care, relationships, self-esteem etc. And give a service that you can send me your problem and I can give you my advice, obviusly an extended explanation and analisis about that. What do you think?
Hello. My english is not perfect but it's a pleasure to meet you.
Im a guy from Chile, I have 26 years old and I was studying a career about Psychology but I have to pay a lot of money if I can continue studying this.
I don't want to pay that, honestly.
And It's not my dream to be a psychologyst in Chile, I really want to go outside . I discover Ausbildung and I have been trying to learn Deutsch, I have almost 4000 eurs and I really want to go and live in Germany.
I don't know why but I see a lot of people fighting against Medium, saying that it's impossible to grow and earn money and stuff like that. Bro, u didn't have almost three months writing and you start to betray yourself saying that? start to write and prove if works.
Im sorry by my english, I don't want to use Google translate.
Well, In the past I created a Medium, and I wrote about a lot of things but nobody readed me, so I discover if I can focus myself on only one topic my medium grow. I started to write about narcisissm and I had 188 followers. But I stopped because I had some problems on my life and I didn't know what more can I say about Narcissism, so I decided to start again and now Im writing about Psychology, my medium is monetized, I only get 2 reads on my articles right now.
I created a video seeking to empathize https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mo-Q8V9Pwnk
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked as she desperately tried to pull up her pants after he had taken her with the force of a wild animal.
"Quite a bit. And you?" the client replied, leaning against the window as he lit a cigarette.
Outside, the headlights of passing cars blurred across the rain-soaked sidewalks of a cold February night. The room was silent except for the faint hum of traffic and the soft crackling of the cigarette burning between his fingers. The cheap motel smelled of stale perfume, smoke, and old furniture—an atmosphere she had grown used to long ago.
She paused for a moment. Although her profession required her to lie, she hadn't enjoyed it at all. In fact, she suspected she might even have a small tear in her vagina. Still, years of pretending had taught her to hide discomfort behind a convincing smile. A trace of honesty remained within her, yet she simply answered:
"Yes, I did."
Suddenly, an uneasy curiosity rose inside her, as though she were about to ask a forbidden question. She had seen hundreds of men pass through that room, but something about this one felt different. He wasn't rushing to leave. He wasn't checking his phone. He looked as though he had come searching for something he hadn't found.
"Why do you come here?" she asked.
"What do you mean? Isn't this your job?" the client replied, puzzled.
"I mean, you're handsome, and you pay generously, which makes me think you have money. So why do you come here?"
He stared out the rain-speckled window for a few seconds before answering. Then he stubbed out his cigarette and sat thoughtfully on the edge of the bed.
"I feel lonely. To be honest, sex is secondary. I enjoy it, but if it were up to me, I'd rather just sit here with you, hold you, and tell you about the thousand misfortunes that have shaped my life—the ones that come back to haunt me whenever I'm driving down an empty road."
She looked at him more carefully now. His clothes were expensive, his watch even more so, yet his eyes carried a weariness that money had clearly failed to erase.
"I understand your pain, but don't you think you need a psychologist?"
He let out a quiet laugh, though there was no amusement in it.
"Who? Those people who charge you just to listen, only to feed you some nonsense about Freud, the id, and the superego? I don't need that. I just need someone who can stay silent and carry my pain with me for a little while. You're like someone willing to hold the stone that's been weighing on my back all day, even if it's only for the thirty minutes I'm paying you for."
His words lingered in the room. For a brief moment, the transaction disappeared. There was no client, no prostitute—only two strangers sharing the same silence.
In that instant, she realized she was sitting across from a broken man, and for the first time in her life, she felt genuine compassion for a client.
"And you?" he asked after a long pause. "Why do you do this?"
She lowered her gaze.
"I have two daughters to provide for," she answered. "They think I work night shifts cleaning offices. I hope they never have to know the truth."
He nodded without judgment.
"Do you realize that, beyond being a client and a prostitute, we're simply two human beings?"
She smiled softly, a smile more sincere than any she had worn for work.
"You're absolutely right."