Oh hi.
I am Josh Weed.
I’m a gay father of four who used to be married to a woman named Lolly, but now we just live together and have occasional cleaning-dance-parties in our living room as we raise our four daughters. Perhaps unexpectedly, this arrangement is pretty awesome. (Do we date other people? Yes. Do we come home from dates and hash out all the details of the new guy like two teenagers in a bad 80’s sitcom while eating Cheetos and ice cream? Obvs.)
I am a Marriage and Family Therapist who is licensed through AAMFT (the American Association of Marriage and Family Therapists), a Certified Sex Addiction Therapist trained through IITAP (the International Institute of Trauma and Addiction Professionals), and was named the Best Father Ever from TAOITMKTSTOITATST (The Association of I Told My Kids To Say That Or I’d Take Away Their Screen Time).
You can see my profile on Psychology Today here.
In addition to being a psychotherapist, I am also a writer. You can see some of my published/award winning writing here:
Dialogue: a Journal of Mormon Thought
I am also working on a really complex book. Someday it will be published.
This website is my personal blog. I write serious posts and humorous/satirical posts. You’ll probably very easily tell the difference, but if you’re ever wondering, just ask. Sometimes as I write this blog, I might talk about therapy concepts. I might mention things that I’ve learned in my grad studies. I might share thoughts I’m having around things I’m reading, or ideas I hope will be helpful. When that happens, please know that I am offering my thoughts as a fellow human writing on his personal blog, and not as your personal therapist, or even as a professional giving professional advice. Grain of salt, is what I’m saying. Always consult (and pay for!) a professional’s opinion when making therapeutic changes in your own life.
So yeah. That’s how things go around here. Some days you’ll get a post on a serious topic I happen to be thinking about. Other days you’ll get a post about me crapping my pants on a morning run.
See? Forrest Gump was right. Life really is like a box of chocolates!
Thanks for stopping by.
