Space Between Counseling Services - Susan Stork, CST

Space Between Counseling Services - Susan Stork, CST Modern Therapy for Teens + Relationships + S*xual Health + Group Work

📍Maryland + FL + NM 🧿

Susan Stork is a ASSECT Certified S*x Therapist + Relationship Therapist + founder of Space Between Counseling Services in Baltimore, Maryland. Space Between Counseling Services (SBCS):

Our Team:

Specializing in counseling for individuals + couples using Stan Tatkin’s PACT approach + s*x-positive, trauma-informed practices, with 9 therapists at SBCS help you move through the muck of modern life --> into a life of deeper purpose + connection + awareness. Susan offers client work in � states - via Telehealth + Face to Face in MD
Maryland (LCPC) + New Mexico (LPCC) + Delaware (LPCMH) + Florida via �

Our SBCS Team offers mostly Telehealth in the State of Maryland - some Face to Face - email: Contact@SpaceBetweenCounselingServices.com for up-to-date information. Specialties: https://www.spacebetweencounselingservices.com/nine-areas-of-work

The art of being seen takes many moons 🌙Be where you are and root in.Being seen isn’t a spotlight moment. It’s a slow ac...
02/05/2026

The art of being seen takes many moons 🌙
Be where you are and root in.

Being seen isn’t a spotlight moment. It’s a slow acclimation.

Many moons to trust the ground beneath you.
Many seasons to let your edges soften without disappearing.

Be where you are.
Root in.

What’s meant to see you will arrive
when your roots are deep enough to hold it 🌑

11 years of musing.
⚡️ 2015-2026 🔥

Time does this strange folding thing 🕰️More than twenty years ago, we started going to FX in Hunt Valley. Somewhere alon...
02/05/2026

Time does this strange folding thing 🕰️

More than twenty years ago, we started going to FX in Hunt Valley. Somewhere along the way, it became part of the throughline. A place that kept holding time alongside us.

We met Ralph and his ex on our honeymoon cruise in Mexico in 2004. A random overlap that wasn’t random at all. On that ship, we realized they lived blocks from us ✨

About ten years later, Ralph was in San Francisco. Divorcing. In a new relationship. Running. Hit by a car.

When we arrived to SFO, we met his mother, his newish girlfriend, and we were the ones calling his ex. At the time, I was a school counselor and a part-time therapist. I’ve really been a relationship manager my whole life.

Ralph was essentially brain dead. Stabilized just enough to be helicopter lifted back east 🚁 Close to home. Close to people who loved him. He lived the rest of his life in long-term care. We visited. We sat. We learned a slower kind of time.

At the same moment, Chris and I had a four-year-old about to turn five. We didn’t exclude Judah. Children belong in the life cycle. Meaning is learned by watching where the adults go 👣

That October, I decided I wasn’t going to waste my life.

By January 2015, I left public education and started the private practice I’m still in now 🌱

Ralph died of pneumonia about eighteen months later. On Judah’s birthday.
Judah just turned sixteen. The math still lands in my body before it lands in my mind.

Today I was back at FX. Same place, different era. Somewhere along the way it also became a med spa. Haircut. IV infusion. Emotional reckoning 💉✂️ Letting my hair go so chemo can arrive with less resistance.

Bridgette and the team held the space without spectacle. No photos. Just a haircut day for the family 🤍

You never really know what one moment will lead to.
A cruise. A phone call. A chair you keep returning to.

The relationships along the way are the story 🤍

MJ is 🪄⚡️



https://www.instagram.com/reel/DUYcXAzkZJy/?igsh=N2ZhZXVqbno3ZGp3

Before I was a therapist,I was a flight attendant ✈️Before that,I was a ball of energy looking for something sturdy ...
02/04/2026



Before I was a therapist,
I was a flight attendant ✈️

Before that,
I was a ball of energy looking for something sturdy enough to bounce off of ⚡️

I grew up on a family farm where very little was done solo.

You worked together because the work required it. That kind of life tunes you early to relationships, systems, and who is quietly carrying the weight 🌾

Adolescence did what it does. Individuation cracked the container. The rebel emerged. The chaos wasn’t random. It was searching 🔥

In the early internet days, I realized the world was wider than my zip code. Someone in California widened my mind. I read a book about a thousand ways to travel for free and became a flight attendant. Liminal spaces. Movement. Transitions. Turbulence 🌍

The new year has never begun in January for me. It begins with the lunar new year 🌙 🌑🧧

I remember being in in 2000 and feeling it in my body. This is new.

🐓 Nine years ago, these photos were taken with my son and my partner of many moons. Something centered. All the versions of me finally took their seats 🫶

Now in 2026, I meet this lunar new year from inside a chemo body. Slower. Quieter. More grounded 🌱🫧

I understand the Fire Horse hype 🐎🔥
And I respect its fire.

But I’m not here to bypass.

I’m deeply grateful for time to heal rather than battle.
To soften instead of hold.
That feels right for this season of life.

croneenergy 👵
PS: I now need some dimsum
🐍🧧🐎🥡🥢🥟

02/02/2026

🎼🎤🌹🥀🖤🙀

I scheduled my MRI on October 31 on purpose. My plan was to listen to the new album on the drive there and back. Medicine ➕ music arriving together.

A scream ➕ a scan.

I have always lived with menstrual issues. For years, every attempt to problem solve them led nowhere. Eventually I started to believe this was just my body and just my life.

Going into that MRI, I honestly thought they might find something wrong with my brain or my heart. Instead, they found what I had always sensed but could never name. Endometriosis.

that had quietly become a four pound stash 🎒

Caught early enough to treat.
Still ovarian cancer.
Still life altering.

🛫 That Prague trip was meant to be a two week pause with my friend of more than twenty years. Time to wander. To be women together. To be friends across decades. To be historic witches, mid-lifers trying to make sense, Virgos in different holdings — holding the same questions about life.

Cancer treatment shifted the route, not the meaning.

What matters now is that these Florence tickets land with someone who truly wants to be in that room, singing until their voice gives out.

🫂 Deep gratitude to Kelly for the floral and the feral and the Florence. For the blanket that holds me, the wildness that steadies me, and the music that carried me through 🌸🐍🎶

Grateful also for the F**k Cancer cat blanket for the humor, warmth, and steady companionship 🐈

🎟️🎟️ If you would like more information about the tickets, email support@spacebetweencounselingservices.com and my lovely right hand and left hand assistant at Space Between, N***y, will share the details.

Plans change.
Intention remains.
Music still carries us.

Thank you, thank you 🤍

02/01/2026

is often treated like a nuisance.
Or worse, like something people should just tolerate.
Speaking as this 46 year old.

New NIH research shows it may also be linked to a higher risk of certain ovarian cancers.
Speaking again as this same 46 year old.

The risk appears higher in more severe forms,
including .

This does not mean endometriosis equals cancer.
Most people with endometriosis never develop ovarian cancer.

But pain is information.
And knowledge travels further than fear. 🏹⚡️🌕

🧶 NIH article here
https://www.nih.gov/news-events/nih-research-matters/endometriosis-types-ovarian-cancer-risk

👋🏼🫧🧿🐍🐎🔥I am re introducing myself at a threshold 🖤👁️‍🗨️Eleven years of building.Eleven years of fighting for space.I did...
01/30/2026

👋🏼🫧🧿🐍🐎🔥

I am re introducing myself at a threshold 🖤👁️‍🗨️

Eleven years of building.
Eleven years of fighting for space.
I did make a community.
Just not in the ways I originally imagined🧿

As I enter chemotherapy 🧬, I am also letting go of a few old ideals.

Entrepreneurship mistaken for identity 👁️‍🗨️ I hid there.
Productivity mistaken for worth 🫀 I learned that early.
Expertise mistaken for safety 🛡️ until it wasn’t.

This is one wig 👩🏼‍🦳 I am trying on as chemo begins on 1.30.2026
On the eve of the four year anniversary of my estranged father’s su***de 🐍🐎🐂🐅

I am the daughter in the estranged ➕ su***de club.
A club no one seeks.
But one MANY quietly belong to🔥

I am a DEEPLY relational human ➕ therapist.
A s*x therapist.
An adoptive mother.
A partner.
A body moving through illness ➕ grief ➕ memory.

When I say therapist “unscripted”, I mean I am not here to perform therapy speak.
I am here to speak plainly about what I see in the body {mine, yours, ours} ➕ in modern relationships {mine, yours, ours}.

{To help others well, I have to stay deeply aware of my own animus ➕ anima.
This SPACE is a playground for exploring MY inner ➕ outer worlds. 🧿}

Healing happens between us 🤍
That is not poetry.
It is reality.

This space is education ➕ reflection only ✨


More transitions ➕ segways ➕ website shifts ahead.
Stay tuned 👁️‍🗨️🐍
Gratitude for your time ⏳🧿🥂👩🏼‍🦳



Hump day update 🐪✨Chemo was supposed to start today. It didn’t.Reasons include insurance, an overworked hospital system,...
01/29/2026

Hump day update 🐪✨
Chemo was supposed to start today. It didn’t.

Reasons include insurance, an overworked hospital system, snow days, logistics… and if I’m honest, a quiet part of me that wanted two more days to myself. So I watched. I observed. And somehow, I landed with a small bonus buffer.

Two unexpected days to tend to midlife realities: a teenager, a business, employees, a marriage, weather, roads, school schedules, feelings… and yes, W-2s getting mailed to everyone who crossed my path in 2025.
💭Memory lane, activated 🐍.

📬😅 thank you - could NOT do it without you 👯‍♀️

From here until Friday, I’m taking cues from my cat Peabody 🐈

Adopted in 2019 from a precious cat café rescue in Berkeley Springs, WV. SideNote: Peabody is apparently almost seven now. Time is fake ⏰

These are my last 36 hours with this hair, this version of my body, these particular cells. My partner in crime is away, so I’m solo-existing into this threshold (physically + spatially).

Not ideal, but familiar.
I’ve done what I can.
The rest is release 🌒

❣️Feeling held by the texts, voice memos, chemo shirts, and warrior socks.
Thank you for seeing me 🤍🧿

Cat nap mode activated for the next 36 hours 💤

With a bird’s-eye view over Jones Falls on a heavy, snowy January Sunday, I keep wondering what the mill workers would h...
01/25/2026

With a bird’s-eye view over Jones Falls on a heavy, snowy January Sunday, I keep wondering what the mill workers would have thought of a storm like this.

Before weather apps.
Before salt trucks.
Before the language of inconvenience.

These walls hold that knowing. Winters stacked on winters. Historic storms cursed and endured because there was no other option.

2003. 2010. 2016. 2026.
Baltimore storms of my time.

In Baltimore, snow still carries an industrial weight. It settles into brick and iron, asking us to remember who we were before convenience.

Buildings still standing.
Modern lights for the bling.

Two days ago, a port was placed beneath my skin.A small quiet doorway 🚪 so medicine can arrive without wrecking what it ...
01/25/2026

Two days ago, a port was placed beneath my skin.

A small quiet doorway 🚪 so medicine can arrive without wrecking what it touches along the way.

My son and I decided it feels like a dog toy squeaker.
Minus the squeak.
Bodies are strange and oddly funny even when things are heavy 🫧

Wednesday is chemo day. Or maybe not. Baltimore snow likes to remind us who is actually in charge. ❄️

The body is preparing.
The nervous system is watching.
I am listening.

I am still feral with my hair.
And I am very sad.

Both can be true.

This is not bravery.
It is consent.
It is modern medicine meeting agency.
It is letting help in.

One step at a time. One infusion at a time. One weather report at a time.

🫶🏼🤘🏽🫂

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Space Between Counseling Services

Susan Stork, LCPC, NCC is a Relationship Therapist + S*x Therapist + founder Space Between Counseling Services in Baltimore City, Maryland - 21201. Susan works with Type A’s + Creatives as they balance modern burdens, schedules, s*xual health concerns, stress / burnout, and the modern challenges found at times within + among modern relationships. Our Team at SBCS specializes in counseling for individuals + couples using Stan Tatkin’s PACT approach directly + in supervision.

Susan and her team of clinical associates at SBCS help their clients move through the muck of life and into deeper purpose + connection though traditional talk therapy / holding space, Brainspotting, s*x therapy, and experiential couples + family work (90 + minutes).

SBCS TEAM

Noelle Benach, LCPC - Individual + Couples + Family