Men are told to open up, then given nowhere safe to do it. Talk to your partner and it turns into an argument. Talk to your mates and someone changes the subject. Talk to no one and it comes out sideways, as anger, silence or a drink too many. Counselling is one hour a week where none of that applies.
I'm a person-centred psychotherapist, which in plain English means the session follows you. No worksheet, no homework, no forms to fill in before you've even spoken. You say what's on your mind, however messy, and I listen properly. I'll ask the questions nobody else asks. If I spot a pattern, I'll name it. If you're dodging something, I'll bring us back to it, gently. And I won't flinch: I spent years as a mental health nurse before I trained as a psychotherapist, so there's very little you can tell me that I haven't heard before.
I'm also a man, and a Black man, and I know from the inside how much of what we carry we were taught never to mention. You don't have to explain that part. You don't have to be articulate, or calm, or sure what you want to say. You just have to turn up.
Everything is online, over Zoom, for 50 minutes at a time. Plenty of men talk to me from the car in a quiet car park, or from the office after everyone else has gone home. Anywhere you can be honest and not overheard works.