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Girls, Boys, and Gender Preference

Often, it seems, clients will “prefer” a female therapist over a male therapist, and this is true whether the client is female or male. Doesn’t seem very fair to the male therapists, but before we address that subject, let’s look at some possible reasons for such preference:

1. Culture/Society: It’s no secret that some of America’s first settlers were Puritans, and that complicated view of sexuality mixed with religon mixed with any kind of nudity stills impacts clients in ways they probably don’t even realize whether they actively partipate in any kind of dogma. Therefore, it may seem more proper or safer for a female client to see a female therapist. To that slice of the culture, add the part where men don’t really touch other men often unless they are (a) very drunk or (b) very involved in winning sports events or (c) haven’t seen each other in 20 years and have been thinking each other dead. In parts of North Africa, straight male friends kiss on the lips when they meet. In India, men walk around with their arms around each other’s neck in a kind of half-embrace. In some countries, it’s even okay for male friends to hold hands. But in America, my father didn’t wear the color pink until the early 1990’s, and even then it wasn’t a PINK pink. Now, while things have changed somewhat, and lots of manly American men wear certain pastels these days, I think you see where I’m going here: to some male clients, seeing a male therapist may seem emasculating.

2. Trauma: I’m thinking mostly of female clients here, but male clients may have had traumatic experiences as well that may make them feel too vulnerable with a male therapist. And I’m not just talking about rape, although that and any kind of sexual abuse from childhood to the present can have an impact on gender preference. Most of us, especially women, have been subjected to countless advertising campaigns aimed at convincing us that we are just too ugly and weird for words: wrong shape, wrong size, too much hip, too little breast, etc. And when you feel that your body is anywhere from imperfect to just plain gross, you may be less likely to want a man–the gender that is often touted as the one who decides your worthiness for relationships, etc.–to massage you. I once heard of a blind male therapist who when asked how he thought he could sell himself to female clientele, simply remarked, “I can’t see them.”

This are two major reasons, and there are others, I’m sure. Now is all this fair to the average male therapist? No, not at all. So what can be done about it?

1. Give an Extra-Compelling Massage: It may not be fair that a male therapist has to work harder to “prove” himself to female clients, but I’ve often seen it work this way. I know several excellent male therapists who never have booking problems because their work is fantastic, promotes change, and hence their largely-female client base refers the hell out of them. One of my personal favorite therapists is over six feet tall, built like a bull, wears a utili-kilt, has long hair braided down his back, wears a full beard, and looks like he could win the blue ribbon at the local Highland Games. He’s also professional, treatment-specific, listens to my needs, and always promotes healthy change in my body with the type of great strength that I appreciate in deep tissue work. If he were giving fluff-and-buff massages, there would be no difference in booking with him and someone named Candi who dots her i’s with hearts.

2. Pour Out Good Intentions: I think both male and female therapists should do this, but it may be more important to for a male therapist to show a wavering female client that this is a workable working relationship by radiating a professional, caring, helpful aura.

3. Train the Front Desk to Promote Male Therapists: Self-emloyed male therapists are responsible for promoting themselves, but in a clinic or studio environment, male therapists may be no where near the appointment book when calls come in. Front desk staff need to know why clients may prefer females over males and be prepared to combat any concerns, mythologies, etc. in subtle ways. For example, “Are you sure you don’t want the 2 pm? Jim is the kindest man, and I love the way he always helps loosen up my bad right hip.” Of course this assumes that the front desk cares about both client and therapist welfare and gets regular massage (if not all of these things are true, they’ll need to be tended to as well).

Again, I sometimes feel that male therapists have to work a little harder to get appointments, and that’s a shame. On the other hand, it isn’t “racist” to ask for a female over a male, as I heard one male therapist say (personally, I was confused as the question has nothing to do with race, only with gender). It’s simply a function of preference, and as I’ve tried to point out, preference may not always be well-founded or logical. So it’s up to us, the therapists, and our support staff, to show clients that healing work is actually gender-blind.

Full Slate – The convenience of online scheduling within your reach!

I recently had the opportunity to speak with Chris Korol, co-founder of Full Slate, which is a company that provides a popular online appointment scheduling solution for many massage clinics and other small businesses in the health and beauty space. I was really impressed with what I learned about Full Slate and wanted to share with our community. And for what it’s worth, if you are running a practice and do not yet offer online scheduling for your clients, Full Slate is real find and definitely worth checking out.

Before founding Full Slate, Chris was working full time, leading a busy lifestyle with a busy schedule. Making appointments for personal services like a haircut or massage was always a challenge. With a day full of meetings, it wasn‘t convenient to get on the phone during the workday so she usually tried to make appointments for personal services after hours. She recalls leaving a lot of voicemails, not always hearing back, and missing out on preferred appointment times once she did. The phone tag was a real obstacle to getting an appointment scheduled.

This is when it occurred to Chris that small businesses, especially those that didn’t have the luxury of dedicated phone staff, were probably losing out on a significant amount of business. With a background in online marketing she felt that service providers who have a website aren’t getting full value if their clients still have to pick up the phone. Consumers are beginning to expect that they can do everything on the web and they really want to be able to schedule appointments online too. So Chris decided to make it her mission to help small businesses serve their clients better by enabling easy and affordable online appointment scheduling.

After looking at some of the scheduling software that was already on the market, Chris and her team noticed that many of the existing solutions were un-intuitive and hard to use. Small businesses need to focus their time and energy on providing great service and taking care of clients, not figuring out how to use some software. So the Full Slate team set out to make the friendliest possible scheduling solution – for both businesses and their clients. For example, one drawback with some of the existing solutions is that clients of a business need to register and create and account before they can schedule an appointment. Recognizing that many clients would be turned off by this extra step, Full Slate chose to make registration optional for the clients. One more challenge the Full Slate team observed with the other solutions was that they were simply unattractive. To quote Chris directly “If I am a business and I offer online scheduling for my clients, I want this to be something that looks good, that I am proud to show my clients.”

Full Slate released the first version of its web-based scheduling software to the public in early 2009. The company chose to focus specifically on the Health and Alternative Medicine providers – like Massage clinics, Hair Salons, Acupuncture and Chiropractic clinics – wanting to do a great job for these businesses before considering others. Their strategy seems to be paying off handsomely. Chris shared with me that there has been more than a handful of users that have offered to start paying for the service even before the end of the trial period. Now that’s a testament that users are getting a lot of value from the software!

Chris says most businesses that sign up for Full Slate find that after a few months, up to 70% of their appointments shift to being booked online, which translates into huge time savings. There was one client, an acupuncturist, that had actually begun to resent her clients because she was so stressed with the administrative aspects of the practice. Full Slate completely alleviated her stress. In an email to Full Slate, the acupuncturist raved about how she went on vacation and upon returning, had lots of new appointments that her clients had booked online through Full Slate.

Another thing that users often say about Full Slate is that it feels “Mac like”. That’s a serious compliment because Apple does a great job of making software easy to use and it means something to be compared to Apple. The team at Full Slate prides itself on providing personalized customer support and tries to talk to every new business that signs up. This really makes a difference and re-assures the small business owners that there are real people at Full Slate, available and willing to help if and when there are any questions.

So what should you do if you are intrigued and wanting to learn more? Just go to their website and sign up for a free trial of online scheduling. The trial is not time-based. Rather it lets you explore and test all features fully and you can use the software for free up to the point where 10 clients have booked online appointments. After that, there is a very affordable plan to keep using the software. This is a nice way to try out online scheduling because when you see your clients actually using it, then you truly grasp the value of the software. Full Slate also offers a live tour for a fictitious massage clinic at http://massage.fullslate.com. So, without sounding like a broken record, if you have ever considered online appointment scheduling for your clients, now you have no excuse NOT to do it. If you do try out Full Slate, come back and share your experience on this blog!

All the best,
Larisa Goldin,
Find Touch Co-founder

Love Gifts

My mother had a term for gifts given without a reason: love gifts. Unlike Christmas, Valentine, or birthday gifts, love gifts just come out-of-the-blue on any old day, for no other reason that you love someone. Not hearts-and-flowers love, necessarily. Just any quantity or variety of like, love, respect, admiration, etc.

For example, last week I picked up a used copy of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden for a long-standing client of mine. I often do guided imagery with her using a garden, and when I saw this $3 love gift, I knew it was meant for her. Another regular client of mine who makes jewelry left me an acrylic-encased butterfly wing pendant as a tip the other day. She did not know how much I loved butterflies or that I sometimes dream of raising them and releasing them as a hobby or of taking a Costa Rican butterfly tour. The unexpected surprise of the tiny beautiful thing, though, brought an unbelivable amount of joy to my day.

One of my recent favorite love gifts are the kodama labels with our names on them that a fellow therapist made for the “buckets” that hold our indivial supplies of oil, lotion, etc. Based on illustrations from Princess Mononoke (see image above), they are a delight and certainly much more inspired that the sticky notes we had been using as labels.

I think that love gifts are a wonderful way to support each other in all times, but especially the tough economic times we find ourselves in now. The rush and stress of doing our jobs well and compassionately in the face of paying all the bills and meeting the financial committments makes for quite a balancing act. A love gift is never expensive and often nothing you would think to buy or make for yourself. When you give it, you lead with your gut and you help someone to stop for moment and smell the proverbial roses . . . and when they smile, you smell them too.

U Stink But I Luv U

As I recall, “U Stink But I Luv U” was a single recorded by the fictional Billy and the Boingers, a musical group composed of Opus, Bill the Cat, and other characters from the cartoon strip Bloom County. Bloom County was a favorite pleasure back in the 80’s before the writer Berke Breathed refused to let it die a natural death and parts of it ended up becoming the best-never-penned Outland. But–you know–I digress.

This song title popped into my head when a therapist asked my advice on what to do when I client smells really, really bad. Well, I haven’t had that many stinky clients, really. Sometimes I think I’ve been lucky. Years ago, I overheard a post-session conversation between two therapists where one gasped, “Oh my god!” and the other asked, sympathetically, “Armpit, ass, or something else?” So apparently stinky clients show up often enough.

And really, all you need is one smelly massage to keep you reliving it vividly. One of my few stinky clients smelled so bad that after he left, I had to fumigate the room–and the hall–with citrus spray. So, I told the therapist seeking my advice that a good thing to do is to dab something under your nose that will cut the odor and get you through without gagging. I did warn her, though, to learn from my past desperate mistake and avoid using a large gob of Tiger Balm unless she wanted her lips and nose to ignite as well (a tiny smear is just fine).

So dabbing something under your nose can work quite well in these kinds of situations, as long as you’re careful of type and amount of the chosen substance. A favorite essential oil (e.g. lavender, lemon, bergamot, rose) can not only mute the odor, but flood your brain with whatever good feelings those scents evoke for you. And if you don’t want oils on your face, your shirt collar can work, or a scented hankie tucked into your shirt collar (one of the many reasons ladies used to carry handkerchiefs). As a bonus, lightly scenting your face or collar will work without exposing the client to your own new perfume. Now, you’d think breathing your lavender oil would be a good thing for Mr. Sweet-Yet-Stinky, but most of us now work in scent-free environments where ironically, in the interest of avoiding asthma attacks and migraine headaches, people still have the right to exude “armpit, ass, or something else” if they desire.

You can also get more creative, and keep a few vapor cough drops on hand or pin fresh rosemary to your shirt if you know a known stinker will be arriving. Other than that, I’m not sure there’s much else to be done. The therapist asked if therapists should talk to stinky clients about their odor problems. Mmmm, I’m going to say no on that one, unless their toes are black and you attribute the putrid stench to gangrene, which is life-threatening. While I realize that the therapist’s client had had breath that seemed life-threatening to HER (she could smell his breath even when he was face-down), chances are he would have been really hurt, offended, and/or incapable of addressing the issue without clouding emotions. On the other hand, there may be times when therapists have to speak up about odor . . . case by case, I guess. One day at a time!

Celebrity Massage Careers

A client asked me the other day if someone–a very wealthy person or even a celebrity–asked me to be his or her personal therapist on a yearly salary, would I take the job? She added that Bob Hope had a personal massage therapist and she was sure there were others out there who employed personal massage therapists. “Mmmm,” I said hesitantly, trying to picture myself massaging Bob Hope everyday. “I really don’t know…”

And I really didn’t know. What makes it an interesting question is that it is a job choice for a massage therapist, just like running a single private therapeutic practice or working for a large spa or working on a cruise ship or strictly doing chair massage at events and street fairs. Okay, it’s a choice that probably won’t present itself often, but thinking about it might help one solidify one’s thinking on the types of massage careers one does or doesn’t want to have.

Unlike asking “What would you buy if you won the lottery?,” the question “Would you become a personal, salaried massage therapist?” is not so simple, probably because it involves both societal and market norms. For example, could you work for someone everyday who threw screaming tantrums and hit her personal assistant in the head with shoes and cell phones (e.g. like a famous supermodel)? I couldn’t. What’s worse my personality doesn’t say “step away calmly” when hypothetically struck with a cell phone, my personality says “feed her the cell phone.” So great, now I’ve lost my salaried job from hell and am doing prison time for assault and battery.

Now the potential benefits of such a job are obvious: job stability, financial success, no worrying about marketing, the possibility of meeting Bob Hope’s friends for autographs, etc. But the potential drawbacks make up a much larger list, in my opinion: skill stagnation, feeling like a servant/slave, dealing with or dodging various kinds of abuse, dealing with having both a strong social and market-based relationship with a client, and–most importantly–not being able to reach out and help a large variety of everyday people because I’m all tied up with Bob Hope.

So I guess I would have to say no. Okay, maybe. If the contract and the person met a long list of criteria. So for example, if President Obama asked me to be his personal massage therapist, I could feel good that helping him was indirectly helping the entire country. He’d be too busy to fixate on our relationship, and he seems too polite to even consider hitting me with a cell phone. He has plenty of other employees, so he’d never ask me to house-sit (what a laugh, huh?) or cook meals for him if he gets cravings. He’s generally surrounded by people, though, and that might set of my claustrophobia like Mardi Gras Eve on Bourbon Street. He also makes a lot of far-reaching international decisions; and I have a fear of coming home worrying myself sick about the fate of peace talks with some small Asian country when “Mr. B” doesn’t have the most relaxing massage experience.

Yikes… guess I’m not ready to make any decisions on being a personal, salaried massage therapist anytime soon.

Insurance Massage: What Makes a Session a Session?


I just do insurance massages, I don’t bill for them (thank the Gods). My wonderful boss is the one who walks the labyrinth on that one. So I was perplexed last week when a regular client came in feeling a touch irritated and betrayed about being billed for entire insurance sessions at the chiropractor’s office.

This gets a bit complicated, so let me elaborate. I was the one who referred the client to this particular chiropractor in the first place, and she loves his adjustment. I see him as a client myself, and also appreciate him as a skilled and honest practitioner . . . of chiropractic medicine. Now, I knew he employed a massage therapist who did a short kind of “spot” massage or chair massage to loosen up the muscles before adjustment. But I’ve never gotten one of these massages myself–partly because I call short chair massage “tease massage”–and I guess I never thought about how they were being billed. Maybe I didn’t even think they were being billed at all, just being offered as a nice extra, like a hot towel or a bottle of water.

However, as my client found out (just by chance, in asking an idle question), these 15 minute chair massages are being charged as complete sessions. So, in other words, if my client has 60 massages through her insurance, and she comes to see me for an hour massage, then her remaining number is 59. And if she then goes to get a chiropractic adjustment and agrees to get a 15 minute chair massage beforehand, she now has 58 massages in her “massage bank.”

What??? That made my head spin. How could an hour of massage therapy on the table and a 15 minute back rub equally count as “sessions?” Isn’t that like comparing apples to oranges? I couldn’t blame my client for being upset at having “lost” about 5 sessions to 75 minutes of chair massage when she could have had 300 minutes with me on the table.

Still, this didn’t sound right to me, so I went to the wonderful boss mentioned above and asked her to enlighten me. And she said something to the effect of: “Good question. Insurance pays for ‘up to 4 units per day.’ So no matter how many 15-minute units are billed for each date of service- 1, 2, 3, or 4, that’s going to count as a session. The concept that 1 massage = 1 hour comes from the massage world, not from the insurance or medical world.”

Wow. If this is correct, then I think an ethical question has arisen for chiropractors and other potential providers: Don’t you need to explain to the client that your 15 minute massage “counts” the same as an hour at a massage clinic as far as insurance is concerned? My client had 60 sessions of massage/physical therapy/chiropractic to “burn,” but most of us have only a dozen or so (if any). So this could be baaaaaaaaaaaaddd for someone who needed their massage and couldn’t pay for it out-of-pocket.

I’m in a quandry. I wonder if I should approach the chiropracter, as I really respect him and want to think he wouldn’t mislead anyone purposefully. On the other hand, I am making an apples and oranges argument, but still may not be grasping the situation correctly, which would mean, I guess, that I’m talking out of my cornucopia. Any thoughts out there?

A Watery Path

I was raised on Coca-Cola. Straight or on the rocks. Peanuts or sans peanuts. It was THE drink. Why would you want water when you could have a refreshing Coke that fizzed up your nose and made you say “ahhhhhh” with satisfaction? I can still remember putting fifteen cents in the machine, opening the door to a rush of cool air, and hearing the clinking sound of the glass bottle as it left the slot. Then, of course, the pop of the metal cap on the built-in bottle-opener. It was the South, it was hot, and Coke was heaven. I have to say, unashamed, that I miss those sounds, even though I haven’t been a Coke drinker in over a decade.

I quit a long time ago, first to go to Diet Coke, because like all young women, I was dieting. In the bars, I’d have my bourbon with Diet Coke, because as my friend Anne used to say, bourbon and Diet Coke is a Southern woman’s best friend: it has Coke, bourbon, and almost none of those nasty calories! Anyway, I later quit all coke (in my area of the country the generic name for all soft drinks was “coke” just like it’s “pop” in some areas) because it was supposed to be bad for me in various ways.

I still hated water. I found it boring. Only in the last year did I take my water needs seriously. I drink about 80 ounces a day. I carry around a big plastic bottle with me and make sure to drink it all, plus more. While I used to get the water out of the tap, I started filtering with a Britta tank once my doctor told me I was registering high levels of clorine. I like water now, but I spend a lot of time preparing it and making sure I get it. I’m proud of how far I’ve come on the water thing . . . or I was, anyway.

At my studio, we offer a bottle of water to each client after the massage, with a choice of cold or room temperature. In this case, it’s part of the corporate plan, but still a great thing, right? Water, not Coke or sugary sports drinks. Well, no, apparently not. We’ve had several clients decline, one very angrily, on the grounds that all these water bottles are going into landfills and destroying the environment. The angry client declared she was going to write a letter to my boss and complain (That’s good manners, lady. I give you a nice massage, and you bite my head off about something I have absolutely no control over and which has nothing to do with the bodywork and which was MEANT to be a pleasant service to you.)

Let me add at this point that sometimes I just want to put my head down and cry. There is never enough money or time, my feet and shoulder hurt, I need health insurance and care, I’m depressed about everything from the price of fresh vegetables to oil spilling into the Gulf . . . and then I manage to get a handle on one thing (water) which is now all wrong because of the packaging. GOOD GRIEF! I find it ironic that the path between Scylla and Charybdis (the real names for the devil and the deep blue sea) was a watery one.

Sigh. Okay. So no plastic bottles. I reuse my own plastic one, but it drives my boyfriend crazy as he’s certain it’s breeding bacteria in addition to everything else. I guess I could get a metal one and try to remember to fill it three times a day, as I doubt I’ll find one as big as my plastic one. As to the studio, we’re letting corporate know that here in Seattle at least, offering plastic bottles of water is not always popular or appreciated. Our only thought is to go to paper cups, as we obviously can’t send clients home with ceramic mugs. Of course, paper kills trees. I think perhaps a large oak bucket with a dipper outside the door might be an option, but I doubt most people would find that sanitary. It’s too bad, though. Cold water out of a metal dipper tastes as good as Coke out of glass bottle on a hot day. And if you can’t please everyone anyway . . .

Fight Noise with White Noise?

I think I’m becoming a Grinch about noise. Because it was the well-loved Grinchy-Claus who once worried,

 

…All the Who girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They’d rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!

Normally, I think total quiet is not only artificial, it’s too much to ask. Even in the most womb-like of massage environments, you’re going to get the occasional murmur of footsteps and voices in the hall, or the soft click of doors opening and closing. If the massage is compelling enough, both it and almost ever-present massage music should soften the effects of such normal every day sounds.

But lately, the noise in my studio has been increasingly annoying for both therapists and clients alike. On one side of us, we have a popular teriyaki restaurant. For a while, the merry Spanish music of the kitchen staff was invading us, though a kind request seemed to solve that. Unfortunately, we still have a vacuum cleaner advancing and retreating and slamming our walls everyday at mid-morning, as well as dining room noise in the evening (dishes clicking, babies squealing). On the other side, we have a cosmetics supply store, and their storage room backs up to our treatment rooms. After a kind request, they removed the doorbell that goes DING-dong, DING-dong, DING-dong every time someone enters their shop. On the other hand, they scuffle and stomp, sometimes assemble things with power tools, and occasionally bring in a small barky dog. And to complete the noise inventory, we have our own front desk noise that seeps through to my treatment room and our own breakroom noise which can invade the treatment room directly across the hall if the door isn’t shut completely.

So we definitely have a problem to be solved, but how? The break room is the break room for heaven’s sake. It shouldn’t have to be a tomb, nor really can it be with hot stone carts being wheeled in and out and therapists doing laundry and dishes and discussing treatment techniques. As for the rest of it . . . well, the reason I think I’m becoming a Grinch is that my first thought was to go the nearby grocery stor–which should have honey and most everything else needed but ants–and go find the contractor who put the studio together. I know, I know, I’m such a nice, sweet girl. In any case, not only would that not be kind, it wouldn’t be immediately helpful and because I doubt my boss is going to want to spend the money to break down and sound proof the walls, what do we do?

One therapist who deals with the teriyaki vacuum in her room, suggested white noise machines. She said she once worked with a talk therapist who used one to keep people outside the room from eavesdropping, whether intentionally or otherwise. So I did some researching on such machine and a lot of listening to shockingly wide variety of “white noise” sounds. Some of these sounds, I wouldn’t call “white noise” just “background noise” such as rain, thunder, birds chirping, etc. Those sounds won’t help. They’ll just combine with the music, sometimes in odd ways. Then there are interesting sounds like one might use for sleeping infants such as “heartbeat.” The sound of a heartbeat isn’t horrible, but I think some clients might find the peculiar pulsing creepy. After all, Edgar Allan Poe isn’t running the studio (thank goodness). The only sounds that I think might be helpful are “true” white noise, which from what I tell, sounds like different types of air rushing through fans. A fan sound without the chill breeze might combine with the music to almost eliminate our sound problem, though that’s only a theory. If anyone out there has used white noise to combat annoying noise in a massage practice (or has any other opinion on the problem) please let me know. Fire ants simply aren’t as available here as they were in Louisiana :-)

Fertility Rites

It strikes me that May 1st — May Day — with its ancient associations with summer and fertility, is a good time to write about… fertility.

When I was a child, I loved to go to the Little Rock Zoo. We lived so close that my mother strolled me over almost everyday to see the “eek-eek-longnoses” (my baby name for the elephants). My OBGYN father liked to call such trips “participation in the great fertility rite” since it seemed every other woman was either pregnant, holding a toddler, pushing an infant, or all three at once. The number of swelling bellies and chubby little fists was almost unreal.

Growing up, such brushes with the fertility rite were more often the norm. After all, fertility is what my father did for a living, in a sense, and all our lives were steeped in labor pains. Fertility was either happy or tedious or both, but never rare. As a grown up and as a massage therapist, though, I’ve encountered quite a few women who struggled with their fertility. Many times, stress seems to be a barrier to conception. I’ve seen several cases–as we all have–of women who were so stressed out about getting pregnant that they couldn’t get pregnant. Many of these women either stopped trying or stopped trying and adopted, and almost immediately conceived. Once the stress was removed, the fertility energy flowed.

Telling a client not to be stressed, though, is often as effective as ordering her to relax–which is, to say, not effective at all. It’s much better to suggest uncomplicated, doable tasks such as thinking positively, taking simple herbs that encourage blood flow to the uterus and ovaries, and perhaps receiving fertility massage. In order to try to help some of my clients who are hungering for fertility, I ordered a DVD entitled Fertility Massage: Nurturing the Spirit into the Womb by Claire Marie Miller. I have to say, I was impressed with what I learned. After watching it three times, and making notes, I was able to incorporate a lot of it into my sessions. Millar combines visualization therapy with some cranial-sacral work, abdominal and pelvic work, and specific reflexology work into a very nurturing massage routine. Although the routine can be performed by a therapist, it is simple enough to be performed by a woman’s partner as well. My only complaint about the DVD is technical: whoever did the taping/production might have considered that putting loud music over the voices, etc., might be problematic. But the information is so good that it outweighs such problems.

After using the routine on my clients, I lent them the DVD to take home and view with their partners. They seemed thrilled by the simple but powerful sense of control and purpose that the information gave them. The last time the DVD came back to me, it had a note attached: “Lynna: Thank you for being you!!!” It made me feel like I’d done something that mattered. You might say, it made me feel . . . fertile.

Life By the Clock: Why Keeping Within Time Limits is Not Always a Bad Thing

Living life by a clock is not always easy. In fact, it can be quite difficult when you are a sensitive and caring massage therapist often dealing with clients suffering from stress and pain. But like all good things, a massage session must come to an end … preferably when the schedule says it should. For some very good reasons.

I’ve been working with an excellent young therapist who seems to have an inborn talent for softening difficult clients. In addition, we’ve sometimes called her the Queen of the 80 Minute Extension because so many of her 55 minute clients request more time. On the other hand, she was becoming almost infamous for running 10-20 minutes or more over the allotted massage time when the client had NOT requested a paid extension. In talking to her, I explained that while being a sweet, good, caring person is admirable, “going late” is a bad choice for the following reasons:

1. It hurts the therapist. Going late on a regular basis is usually overworking your body and cheating yourself of needed financial compensation.

2. If you work for someone else, it hurts your employer. If that extra 20 mintues is not being paid for, you’re not the only one losing potential income.

3. If you work for a clinic or studio, it hurts your team. Clients may come to expect extra time from all the therapists. And if you’re doing part of a “couple’s massage” (in this case two people coming at the same time with sessions in diffirent rooms), it makes your fellow therapist look bad when she ends the session at the prescribed time and HER client sits there for 15 minutes waiting for a friend or spouse to emerge from YOUR room.
4. It can backfire and hurt the client relationship. While clients do appreciate extra work, unfortunately many people will come to expect extras, and if there is a time when you can’t deliver them, resentments occur.
5. It can hurt clients in following sessions. Since you haven’t emerged from your room to check, someone may have scheduled you another massage. You may have just worked into 20 minutes of someone else’s scheduled time and impacted their day and their health and state of mind.

After speaking to my young therapist several times on this topic, she still insisted that she couldn’t get over feeling like she was “throwing clients off the table” and this made her “feel really bad.” I replied that although I empathized with her, I stood firm on the reasons stated above. And I shared a few things that I do in order to deal with my own empathy issues. For one, I start talking (murmuring, really) to the client about five minutes before the end of the session, explaining softly some things that I found, any suggestions I have for home care, and what I think we should work on next time. And in cases where more work is obviously needed, I often say things like “I wish we had another hour to work today” or “Your poor neck is still not letting go all the way; maybe next time you could book 80 minutes and we could spend a lot more time soothing those neck muscles.” Statements like these show I care. As do my large numbers of rebooks, return clients, and cards and notes thanking me for helping clients in their healing. Point is, I’m a pretty good therapist and can still be a good therapist even while living by that ratty clock.

In massage school, when we students were wringing our hands over the inconceivable task of doing “all this in 50-55 minutes,” some instructors told us that if we couldn’t get the hang of it, private practice was probably a better option. On the other hand, that can have it’s special problems too. I once worked with a lovely, kind, motherly therapist whose bookings were not that high. Mystified, I got on her table, an experience which ended in epiphany. She was all over the board because she had no real plan. She had no real plan because she wasn’t watching the clock closely. And she wasn’t watching the clock closely, because she’d been doing her own home practice for over 20 years, and having been her own boss, she’d let the clock side. If there is no prescribed time, there is no real plan . . . so how do you ever know when you’re finished? She had been willing all those years to accept less money and take on more work for her body because the clock hadn’t been important (and because she was an angel). But in the end, that didn’t translate very well into a flowing massage or being a good team player.

There are always rare exceptions to the clock rule. For example, a client who has an extreme emotional release at the end of the session may need a few extra minutes to be soothed and to come back down to earth. If another room is available, I’ve often let such clients stay on the table and compose themselves while I went and started the next session elsewhere. But for the most part, as I used to tell grammar students, you need to know a rule well before you can usefully break it. Learn to live in more harmony with the clock; it’s almost always to the benefit of everyone involved.