A Silent Dialogue: Coming Together During Troubling Times

An Unspoken Dialogue

“I’m not really sure why I made the appointment that day. Despite the pandemic, I hadn’t lost much of anything. I was weathering the viral storm and had no significant life ‘problems,’ and certainly none in comparison to the tragic stories I heard and saw in the lives of others. While I was able to remain relatively insulated, I had grown increasingly isolated, so turned more and more to the news and Twitter. But it seemed like a different virus, one far more virulent had taken hold, and I grew angrier with each story of injustice and ignorance. Division, violence, hardship, poverty, and hatred seemed to be competing in a zero-sum, race-driven death spiral. Was there something about those stories of racism that touched a nerve, leaving me looking inward to wonder, ‘Had I been quietly infected early on?’ ‘Was I asymptomatic, and perhaps a carrier?’ ‘Did my privilege cast a white self-blinding light?’ I’m not sure why I went to therapy that day, or why I sought out a Black clinician.”

“I have a White client coming today, and what I’ve learned about myself as a person, based on my interactions with both Black and White clients, is that we all have a need for acceptance and power. As a Black therapist, I try to live as a person what I ‘preach’ as a therapist. I acquired the three images that sit behind me as a result of wanting to portray a visual representation of ‘justice for all.’ The photo of the man, I have called Justice, screaming to be heard. The one with me holding up my fist reflects exactly what I feel inside. The photo of multiple ‘me’s’ not only represents my willingness to fight and my desire for universal equity, my own power and strength, but also, the multiple shades of justice.”


“She seems like a confident, no-nonsense, get-right-to-the-point person—refreshing considering the passive clinicians I’ve worked with in the past. Granted, they were White, and this woman is Black, so maybe given what’s going on in the world, she doesn’t have time for the bullshit, but I do feel a bit pressured, although I like her style. I wonder if she has any thoughts about working with a White client. Those pictures she has behind her on the wall are so far from the neutral, Rorschach-esque pastels that other therapists have had scattered around their offices. You know, those faux-art reproductions designed to convey the therapist’s neutrality. These are as about as far from neutral as possible. The ones with the woman holding up her fist even looks like her. Why would she put such seemingly provocative images in plain sight, and are they really her? Isn’t that saying a bit too much about her when this is supposed to be about me? I’m curious, but I don’t want to ask. Is she inviting, or perhaps provoking, a discussion about race?”

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

“He seems to be looking at my pictures a lot, so I wonder what is going through his mind. Is he curious about their content and what they might represent? Has he made the connection that the woman in those pictures is me? Does he wonder who the screaming man is? Maybe he is thinking I have shared too much about myself and my beliefs and is intimidated. I’ll let the conversation flow for a while and see if he decides to bring them up. I certainly have had some interesting reactions from other clients, both Black and White. My reason for placing the images directly behind me for clients to see when they look at me, either face-to-face or virtually, is to remind myself and others that we are all in a fight of some kind against an injustice. Some fight for basic human rights, others fight for sobriety, while still others fight to escape the burden of physical, mental, and spiritual inequity. Whatever that thing is…we are all fighting. The pictures also serve as a reminder to not become complacent and comfortable…but to remain aware and educated.”

“Today’s was an interesting session. We talked about my anger over current events and my perception of the fights in the streets around and about racism. I shared a bit of a growing awareness of my own White privilege and a sense of guilt over those privileges that I did nothing to earn except be born. I’m not sure why I feel angry or guilty but wonder if by my silence or unease about entering the fight, I am indeed guilty of closeted racism. I want very much to ask her about the pictures, but that seems intrusive and presumptuous. But then again, why would she so boldly display them, unless they were important to her as a person and as a therapist. Maybe we can connect more deeply through them…but is it my place? Isn’t the stuff in her office supposed to be neutral, so this therapy is about me and not her?”

“I typically explain to my clients, although not all, that the images represent strength, power, advocacy, and fighting for others. I explain the concept of “justice” as it is stated in the ACA Code of Ethics Preamble. I explain my role as a therapist, and why I stand by those who are marginalized, traumatized, victimized, and who are often objectified and seen as little more than their diagnosis or disease. I explain that I live my life fighting for others. I express my belief that they, too, should engage in advocacy, educating themselves and standing up to their diagnosis or disease, or to anything else that has been levied on them. This client seems particularly interested in these issues, so I will take a chance and ask him about his perception of the images. I know this is very directive, but then again, passivity is the enemy of change.”

“‘What the hell,’ I thought. I am here, she is here, we are here working together, and those images strike a chord in me. They make me angry, but not the kind of angry that I take away from the news. It is the kind of anger that makes me want to fight against the unjust way I treat myself, the way I have stifled my voice at work, with my partner, with my friends. They make me angry at my parents for forcing such a passivity on me while growing up. ‘Respect others, don’t raise your voice, don’t ask for what you want, don’t bring attention to yourself,’ was our family mantra. And here I am, in mid-life, still not asking for what I want, what I deserve, still feeling oppressed. No wonder those images are so provocative. While it would be so easy to see them solely through the lens of race and racism, they are universal. That they are of Black people is simply a reflection of this therapist’s beliefs, and she has not tried to foist them on me. She has patiently waited for me to open to them…to myself. Makes sense now.”

“The primary population I work with is comprised of substance abusers. My interactions with both White and Black clients seem to largely be successful. I believe the therapeutic key is seeing and treating them as whole people, regardless of color—leaning into them, talking, laughing, and getting very honest with them—minus all the therapeutic jargon that they do not care about or understand. This client is not of that diagnostic population, but he seems to resonate with the messages of the images. In today’s session, he talked about his family and himself at a deep reflective level, and he was passionate. Although I was not quite sure why he first came to see me, it is making more and more sense. He strives to be heard, for power, for a kind of personal, internal justice. He seems oppressed. He is White and, in many ways, privileged, but he is struggling. Perhaps this is why he is so angered by the racial events around him.”

“That was a hell of a session. I finally came out with the question—‘Am I a racist?’ I finally asked her about the images, and we had a great conversation about race, racism, her life, my concerns. We share much in common, and as it turns out, I have been oppressed, and that is why I have been so angry. I get it! Not because I have been denied access to public places, followed around in a store, profiled or persecuted—at least not by others. But by myself! I’m not a racist, but I get it, I understand racism. I am a self-ist; a one-man militia armed to suppress any rebellion that might arise within me that seeks power, justice, and freedom to live. I have not been physically attacked, verbally harassed, or threatened within an inch of my life. “I haven’t needed external oppressors. I have done quite a good job doing that to myself”.”

“He is making swift progress and putting the pieces together. He is looking deep inside, and it is painful, but he is marching. He finally asked me about the images, and while we spoke about their role in my life, we quickly shifted that conversation to his own. He connects with the anger around racism because he has been attacking himself. While outwardly privileged, he has been inwardly oppressed, and he has been the oppressor, with the help of some lingering childhood scripts. I’m glad he finally asked about the images, and that I have had the courage to display them. I don’t think he is racist, and while he can’t truly feel what I and other Black people feel, he understands oppression. I have had similar experiences with some of my other clients. Positive reflections of my background images have been offered from both Black and White clients. The comments have included, ‘I like your artwork—I have art around my house’ (Black client) and ‘You put pictures up, tell me about these…love the artwork’ (White client). Some have gone deeper, as has this client. Some have been ready to explore, so we have dived deep; others less so.

“I am going to schedule a few more sessions and am no longer calling it ‘therapy.’ It is advocacy. I have joined the fight to liberate myself, and I hope to turn that fight outward to help others who are being oppressed.”

“I just logged on to join my IOP group. One of the clients (White female) who missed the group said—out loud—‘Tori, your picture in the back is so empowering!’ She then said…‘I love it!’ Needless, to say, I was smiling from ear to ear. I’m gratified.”  

Imagine If We Could All Love This Way: Connection, Healing and Love in the Therapeutic Relationship

People Fascinate Me

Stories fascinate me. The mind, spirit, and the richness of the human condition have always captivated me. I came into this field at a unique time in my life — I was older, with a different life behind me of working in advertising and media for 10 years, a marriage and three children. My childhood was that of an immigrant with extraordinarily devoted parents who gave me a lot of love and nurturance, a good education, and a zest for helping others. Yet the loneliness that accompanied me as an only child often felt overwhelming. I created a vast, imaginary world from my yearning to understand, love, and connect with other humans. I had a deep, intrinsic ache in my soul that made me want to look at the horrors of the world and not turn away, but instead to try to “love it away.” There was, and is, so much love in my heart that it hurt. I wanted to give it to as many people as I possibly could — almost in desperation — constantly questioning if this was some unmet need longing to be filled. I still question this sometimes.

If we really think about it, we will never truly know the internal climate of any other human being. “I often wonder, does anyone get to witness or know the innermost thoughts or feelings of another?” Can we know what somebody is thinking as they drift off to sleep? Can we step into their deepest longings and most genuine desires? Do we get to witness their silent tears and harrowing, aching pain? Can we understand how they look at a sunset and appreciate the beauty of its rays? Can we feel the love they experience when their cup is so full that their heart is about to burst? What are they afraid of? What do they search for? What do they experience? The work of therapy is the closest I have come to truly understanding another’s heart. It is the closest thing that I have come to finding a pure, soul-to-soul connection. When this happens, it’s magical. I can feel the energy shift and, for that moment, come to understand why we are all here: to connect and be seen — truly seen.

Human beings are born into this world to connect. The autonomic nervous system is a relational system tuned in and to experience others. Throughout the course of our lifetimes, we rely on connections with others to find meaning in our lives (Dana, 2018). In his work on attachment theory, John Bowlby masterfully explains that human beings have an innate need and instinct to attach and form bonds and relationships with those closest to us. These bonds become a mirror for all the interactions we have later on in life. And what happens when this innate need and biological longing are unmet and there are various forms of mis-attunement? If the very people who are supposed to love and nurture you are seen as a source of terror and neglect, the impact is profoundly shattering. Hence, we cannot look at the darkest and deepest pain outside of human relationships and the wounds they cause in human connection. At its very core, trauma involves incredibly painful relational loss (Perry, 2006).

A Very Personal Journey

This was the reason why I changed my life and decided to become a psychotherapist. I went through my schooling eating up all the knowledge and information I could gather, breathing into my internships, feeling anger, frustration, pain, and sorrow for the system, my clients, the calamities of the world, and sometimes my utter helplessness to stop it all. But above all else, I felt an immense love — a love for the people I treated, who were brave enough to share their stories and trust me to walk beside them through their journey. I moved through my clinical hours at hospitals, private practices, intense higher level of care at an IOP/PHP, and finally owning my own group practice. I met amazing and wonderful people in the field who are dedicated and loving and want to help the ones they so diligently serve. But more often than not, I felt outside of it all — an ode to my childhood feelings of “aloneness.” I felt my ideals and ideas were out of the box; my perception of healing was not always in line with what the majority was prescribing as adequate care. I questioned, scratched my head, and felt confused by the notion of the us vs. them attitude that so many in the field still seemingly live by. In essence, the very core of the social work profession is equality — so how could we possibly think we know more about people’s lives, experiences, and what they need to heal than they do? Evidence-based practice, boundaries, protocols, treatment plans, and so on. I came into the field having been drilled with these teachings — entering treatment spaces robotically, feeling that if I followed this script of CBT, or that script of DBT, or any other three or four letter abbreviation for a theory, that I would somehow magically be able to do my job and change people’s brain chemistry. But how does that constitute the essence and core of what we are actually supposed to do?

Thankfully, I discovered wonderful theories and “giants” I felt aligned with — the work of Irvin Yalom, Diana Fosha and her AEDP model, Daniel Siegel, Daniel Gottlieb, Relational-Culture Theory, to name just a few — which gave me the platform to understand my own deep instincts around what helps people heal. I went to work at an IOP/PHP, treating individuals with substance abuse and mental health concerns. Working there often felt like a free fall. Running multiple groups per day with a variety of individuals who often didn’t even fit in with one another, intakes, evaluations, family sessions, and crisis, crisis, crisis. Every day, my fellow colleagues and I had to follow the check-in script during group sessions — “What is your mood? Do you have any suicidal thoughts? Homicidal thoughts? What was the time of your last use?” Intake evaluations asked questions like “Have you ever been sexually, physically, or emotionally abused?” This, after meeting the person 10 minutes ago. I had to get as many people in and out as I could — individualized care was looked down upon, and if I spent too much time with a client, I was somehow “over-involved.” I felt confused and bewildered practicing something I felt innately in my heart was wrong to do. My heart told me to sit and listen to these people’s stories, to move my chair closer to them, look into their eyes, hold their hands, and listen — sometimes not asking any questions at all, but just holding space when tears fell, anger erupted, or laughter ensued. “The Zulu term Ubuntu perfectly describes the importance of relationships in helping us thrive. Ubuntu means that a person becomes a person only because of other people”. I am human because I belong. As a result of decades of studies, we know that being separated from social connection and isolated from other people is a lifelong risk factor affecting both physical and emotional health. We live in a culture that encourages autonomy and independence, and yet we need to remember that we are wired to live in connection (Fosha, 2000). I felt guilty that I wanted to sit with these people and hear their stories, to pay a little closer attention to them, to tell them I cared, to show them love, compassion — to go the extra mile. After all, we aren’t supposed to do that. It shows poor boundaries and can cross ethical lines. Our administrators instructed us to limit the amount of time spent with our people and abide by clinically sound evaluations. I once snuck a tea kettle and put it in my office. What would one simple gesture of asking somebody if they wanted some tea mean to another human soul? It meant that “somebody actually cares about me.”

There was a thread that ran through almost every story that I heard — unimaginable trauma. To this day, I am still shocked and surprised to witness and hear about the triumphs of the human spirit and what people can live through. Don’t get me wrong, there were some people (and still are) who completely infuriated me. It seemed like it was the same problems over and over again, the same excuses, consistent behaviors that had no end in sight. I fought hard to fix them because I thought fixing it for people was what would make it better. I thought fixing it was the right thing — but it was the very thing that actually went against what I intuitively knew was the cornerstone of healing: connection. Why did I fight against this so? Why was I so afraid that my love for my clients was wrong? That being tenderhearted was a weakness and not an asset? I examined my own psyche and self, judging myself for feeling deeply and knowing all too well that I was doing something that I told my clients not to do: harshly judging myself.

Not Afraid to Love

Once, a client I had been working with for a long time and was going through a particularly difficult moment became extraordinarily physically sick in my office, in front of me. It was at night, when the only other staff members were the receptionist and another clinician running group. My client was evidently not well. She had recently been through a series of incredibly difficult traumatic incidents in the span of several days, was temporarily homeless, and was now vomiting profusely into any and every garbage can I could find, incoherent, barely able to stay awake. I did not know what was going on, but I knew I needed to get her to the hospital. I called an ambulance, and they arrived through the back door to take her to the nearest emergency room. After the ambulance took her, I noticed one of her bags left sitting in my office. I grabbed it and, without thinking, got in my car to take it to the hospital. As I was walking out the door, I told my fellow counselor where I was going — she looked at me and nodded — I still think of that and thank her in my heart for not questioning my intentions. I got to the hospital and sat with my client while she lay on a gurney until one of her family members arrived. I sat with her mostly while she slept, but I still sat with her. As Bonnie Badenoch so eloquently stated in The Heart of Trauma, “the essence of trauma isn’t the events but our aloneness with them.” I am not afraid to say I loved her, and I did not want her to be alone.

It is during these types of “ethical dilemmas” not taught in school that we must decide how we are to proceed when we enter the real world of the client. When I told a couple of my friends in the field about the incident, I got a few raised eyebrows and snide remarks, which of course made me question my own judgment. Boundary crossing. Went too far. But when I go back to that incident, I know that the only place it came from was from a place of love, from a place of humanity — that in that moment, the boundary separating client and therapist had no meaning. It was purely two people being human. Always, human first.

Don’t get me wrong — I don’t approach any situation with my clients lightly. I theorize, ponder, contemplate, go to supervision, examine and think about some things before and after they happen. I can utilize the most up-to-date techniques and skills, the most provocative questions, and evidence-based treatment that is “proven” effective for the specific issues the person is facing. Do they have results? Absolutely. But do they resonate? It is attunement that is the real language of love. Having another person deeply feel that they are not just understood, but that the other feels with them, and can internalize them, as Diana Fosha explains “existing in the mind and heart of the other.” I have found that the great difference for our people is knowing that somewhere out there is another soul that sees them and is ok with it. This person (therapist) cares deeply, is brave enough to talk about anything, can call you out but not make you feel small, and can sit with the darkest demons and still stick around. It’s this feeling that resonates — that feeling of being gotten and understood. Those are truly the moments that envelop the therapy relationship with healing.

“And yet there are some of our people whose wounds run so deep that even our best efforts can’t seem to penetrate”. Day after day, year after year, the magnitude of the experience, the heaviness of the ghosts don’t go away. At this moment, I often break down and sob for my own limitations in helping others move out of grief — for thinking I had some omnipotent cure that will rescue them. It’s ok to have those moments. Having them means I’ve been human. Having them means I have love in my heart. I think when we start to push them away and resist the feeling — even towards our client — is when we deny the very essence of the complexity of every human relationship. I hate to admit that I often still want to find a way to “fix it,” thinking that if I do then everything will be ok. But I have found that this is not what my people need. Instead, even after months or years have passed and I feel like I am stuck and question my own competence, they communicate growth, resilience, and gratitude for my simple act of being a witness to their stories and not turning away in fear, not giving up, and not looking away.

As I look at my clients and myself in the context of relationships, I realize the process of both our spirits, not just theirs. Therapy is as much my own journey as it is that of my clients. I would be foolish to say that my clients do not deeply impact me, change me, make me grow, and play a profoundly important part of my life. As a clinician, I must be expertly aware of my emotions, body sensations, and reactions to and from the people I sit with day in and day out. I don’t always hit the mark — I often mis-read, mis-attune, and just don’t get it. My hope is when I realize these things, that I have the courage to share them with my people. After all, where else than within this relationship do we get to talk about it, all of it, and still go on? The great dance of rupture and repair is some of the most impactful work I do in therapy. The social construct of the relationship between therapist and client is that of power. I set the limits of what I want to share and when, what I am willing to give or not. Does that not defeat the entire purpose of healing? If I am mad and frustrated with my clients, am I to hold back or to be open with the feelings and sensations that are evoked, to notice how we each conduct a dance, how we both have to shift to come to connection? How both of our vulnerabilities often get in the way of moving forward in the work we are entrusted to do. Furthermore, I worry over getting stuck in “cookie cutter therapy” — one glove fits all approaches, evidence-based practice, staying within the lines of “normal practice.” This may work for some, but in recognizing the truly complex nature of every individual that walks through my door, I see that the needs and wants of what will facilitate their healing may be different for all of them. To practice “in the box therapy” is unethical — there, I said it.

And what about love? I love my people, I truly do. Do I say this to all of them? No, I don’t. Have I said it to some of them? Yes, I certainly have. Why wouldn’t I? If we are free to express anger, frustration, concern, and all the other things within the therapeutic relationship, why not love, the most powerful force on this planet? And yet, as I write these words, I fear the judgement and criticisms of so many who are probably reading this — my own insecurity I guess, I’m working on that. I’m working on knowing it’s ok to feel and give love to somebody purely for being human, especially in this work.

One of the most amazing and painful realizations I’ve had while doing this work is that “I get to see people as they really are — in their rawest, purest form, in anger, in tears, in laughter, and in pain”. I see them like most people in their lives do not. I so long for others to see these humans as I do. To me, the unfairness of this situation and the mourning I have learned needs to happen when entering this relationship is the fact that this type of connection can only exist in this sort of vacuum. This place where the storms and influences of the outside world don’t have as much influence to touch the sacred resonance that is often created. This makes me incredibly sad for the world we live in — that some of the most authentic relationships we can have with another human being have to be sealed in this cup and tucked away far from anyone else to actually know about. That these powerful moments of painful magic and deep connection only live in the safe confines of this relationship. I sometimes long to scream from the rooftops, “Look at all these amazing people I know!!! They are breathtaking! Look at the courage they have to take me into the depth of their souls and trust me to hold their stories!” I only get to scream this inside my own heart. Perhaps these moments only have the capacity to survive within this type of safety — but, just like John Lennon, I’m a dreamer, imagining a world where everyone gets to be seen and to connect on that level. How would things be different?

References

Badenoch, B. (2018). The Heart of Trauma: Healing the Embodied Brain in the Context of Relationships. Norton & Company, Inc.

Dana, D. (2018). The Polyvagal Theory in therapy: Engaging the rhythm of regulation. Norton & Company, Inc.

Fosha, D. (2000). The Transforming Power of Affect: A Model for Accelerated Change work. Basic Books.

Perry, B. (2006). The boy who was raised as a dog. Basic Books Hachette – Book Group.

My Psychotherapist, My Guru

Kito is not just my pet, my best friend, and my loyal companion. He is also my attending amateur psychotherapist, providing me support and improving my mental well-being. Over the past seven years, he has even become my spiritual teacher and my guru. He has taught me important things about life.

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But there is so much more than companionship, loyalty, and unconditional love that I have learned from him. In fact, Kito has taught me some of the most important lessons in life. These teachings exceed the ideas of other spiritual teachers, such as Walsch (Conversations with God) and Tolle (The Power of Now); as well as clinical teachers such as Rogers (On Becoming a Person) and Yalom (Existential Psychotherapy). He probably picked up his profound knowledge through meditating every day for at least four hours.

My guru cannot be portrayed as a religious dog, and he wouldn’t fit well within a spiritual institution. Nor are his insights all-encompassing or built on scholarship. But anyone open to his deep wisdom will be enlightened. If only we could walk in his footsteps, we could change our lives and become more at peace with ourselves in this chaotic world.

Words cannot convey all his profound knowledge. In fact, he is almost always silent. Words, in his mind, just complicate things. Words come from the head, rather than from the body. Instead, my guru instructs through modeling. By observing his behavior, there is a lot to learn, because he really lives according to his own principles. Whatever he does, we know that he really means it. It comes directly from the heart. We don’t have to be dog whisperers like Cesar Millan to know what he wants. When he is hungry, he will eat. When sleepy, he will sleep. When he needs affection, he will come and let us know it.

He even senses when we need affection, and may then approach us and lick us in the face. In fact, his ability to sense our mood equals the most empathic psychotherapist. His body language, from the curve of his tail to the shape of his eyes, will convey his genuine responses to who we are to him. Understanding his talk, and walking his walk, may help us develop a relationship of trust and respect for one another.

To build such a relation, we have had to become his servant for some time. When he embarks on a walk, we have to join in his search for new experiences. During these times of exploration, we will often experience our greatest insights, along with opportunities for some health-promoting exercise.

Every journey becomes a new exploration of the world. He is always curious and eager to try new things. Kito will examine the odor of every tree and every corner to identify the scent of other dogs that were there before him. He may even put his own personal mark on the world when a suitable location is found.

My guru takes a special interest in animals and people we meet on the way. On these occasions, he remains unprejudiced and open-minded. He doesn’t judge others based on their looks but on their scent and the energy they emit. If he likes them, he will wag his tail, and even jump up and greet them with enthusiasm. But if he finds them repulsive or dangerous, he will bark and distance himself from them. There is no political correctness and no fake politeness in such relations.

Even though Kito is mostly a well-behaved and balanced dog, he can also be mischievous if there is something he badly wants. Usually, however, he is playful and enjoys fooling around. In short, he seems to love being alive.

As for a source of mental strength, he is a master. The past doesn’t bother him, and the future is of no concern. Living only in the here-and-now gives him a resilient edge that is hard to beat. He is always present, his communication genuine, both verbal and non. My life and my work have become more enriched and endurable through the bond I have established with my psychotherapist-guru dog Kito. He has become a role model for me that matches that of any distinguished bipedal psychotherapist.

Bio

Kito lives and works in Israel with the author and his wife.

Reference

Lundqvist, M., Carlsson, P., Sjödahl, R., Theodorsson, E., and Levin, L. Å. (2017). Patient benefit of dog-assisted interventions in health care: a systematic review. BMC complementary and alternative medicine, 17(1), 358. 
 

Center of the World

“She tells me I’m completely self-absorbed, that I’m acting like I’m the center of the world. I’ve spent our last three years trying to figure HER out and how to connect with her! How on Earth is that self-absorbed?”

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David Burns, creator of TEAM-CBT (which stands for Testing, Empathy, Agenda Setting, Methods), teaches us that a key moment in diffusing a conflict comes when we use the Disarming Technique. Instead of defending ourselves, we lay down our shields and find something to agree with in what the other person has said. But however much we may tell ourselves we want a good relationship, many of us find this step challenging. How can we agree with something that feels so wrong and unfair? And what happens when we see the kernel of truth in an accusation?

“It wouldn’t be honest for me to agree with her that I’m completely self-absorbed.”

“I have to agree with you,” I tell my patient, and we both smile as he recognizes me using the disarming technique with him. “You aren’t completely self-absorbed, or you wouldn’t be trying to improve the relationship.”

He sits back in his chair, tilts his head and motions for me to keep talking.

“So, is there anything you could find to agree with in what she said. I mean, really whole-heartedly agree with?”

“Well, I can agree that she seems to think I’m self-absorbed!”

He’s making a common mistake in the disarming technique—we call this a ‘faux disarm.’ “How would you feel hearing that from someone?” I ask him. “Suppose I said to you, ‘Dave, I can see that you really seem to think I’m self-absorbed.’ Would you feel heard and validated?”

“Um, no,” he said with a touch of sulkiness. “I just don’t feel like I’m being self-absorbed! I’ve been working so hard to figure out how to connect with her. When she throws that at me, I feel so taken for granted.” The muscles in his jaw tightened. I see I may have pushed him too far. In TEAM-CBT, the correction for this is to ‘fall back’ to empathy and what is called ‘paradoxical agenda setting’ in which we support someone’s good reasons not to change.

“You have been working really hard on this,” I agree. “You said you feel taken for granted. I can imagine you must have felt pretty hurt and angry when she said that to you. And maybe you are also feeling hurt and even a little annoyed with me right now. Am I reading you right?”
He nods, silent, his face shifting from anger to sadness; his jaw relaxes. “I was a little annoyed at you, but I get it, you are trying to help me. It’s okay, let’s keep going.”

I’m hearing that he’s trusting me, so I move forward, but rather than continuing to push him directly as I did before, I shift to using paradox to support his resistance, and give voice to what I think is holding him back. “Maybe at a moment when you are feeling that hurt and angry, it’s understandable that you aren’t wanting to get close to her or see where she is coming from. Your priority is to protect yourself.”

This seems to have landed. He nods ruefully. “That’s right.” He puts his hands over his eyes for a moment, turns inward. “When she hurts me like that, I do want to defend myself.”

I stick with supporting his resistance. “Ouch. That makes sense to protect yourself from that pain.”

He doesn’t respond right away. I let the pause linger, sensing that something is shifting. “But I care about her, and I do want to understand where she is coming from, not just protect myself.”

He’s starting to convince me that he is ready to lay down his defensiveness, but I stay paradoxical to see if he’s really committed to working in that direction. “But is that wise? You said she hurts you.”

“It does hurt, but I don’t think she really wants to hurt me.”

“Where does the hurt come from?”

He makes a face. “Oh, you’d probably say it’s because I’m stuck on the idea that I should never be self-absorbed.”

I shrug an acknowledgment, “Yup, I probably would say that a belief like that would cause pain.”

He gives me a small smile. “Thanks, as it happens, I agree with you. And I get it. Of course, she’ll experience me as self-absorbed if all I’m doing is defending myself. But I don’t always do that. Isn’t she giving me one of those distortions you talk about, all-or-nothing thinking? I still don’t want to agree that I am completely self-absorbed.” He chews on this for another moment. “Maybe I don’t have to agree that I’m completely self-absorbed, just that I’m being self-absorbed at that moment?”

“I like where you are going with this—it sounds like you have found a kernel of truth in what she said. What would that sound like if you told her that?”

“Well, how about ‘Samantha, you are right, I’m being self-absorbed right now.’”

“Nice,” I respond. “How does it feel to imagine saying that to her?”

“It’s humbling,” he replies, and I see a mix of feelings on his face. “I feel sad realizing how many times I’ve been too busy defending myself to hear what she’s saying. No wonder she feels like I’m always being self-absorbed. And at the same time, I’m noticing that I’m actually starting to feel curious about what is going on with her. And that feels much better than defending myself.” His face opens as he looks at me. “Have you ever heard that expression, ‘I’m the piece of crap at the center of the world?’” I give a laugh, and he continues, “It’s a relief not to be the center of the world!” 

Family Therapy in the Age of Zoom: What a Long Strange Trip It Has Been

If there is no plan, nothing can go wrong
Kim Ki -Taek — Parasite

It’s not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.
Charles Darwin

It’s recycling day, can’t we just put the kids outside on the curb?
Parent — Pandemic, week five

Dude!…You’re Glitching!
Fourteen year old girl on Zoom session

Long Strange Trip

The pandemic has changed the larger world forever and will forever change the world of therapy. Our therapeutic ecology — how we practice our craft, where and with whom — will never be the same. It’s as if we’ve clicked into a science fiction show and can’t change the channel because we’re in it — clients and therapists have become talking heads, connecting as best we can and collectively feeling the fatigue attrition that accompanies the absence of being in person. The Grateful Dead were right: it’s been a long strange trip, especially for the empaths.

Michael is a single man in his thirties. He’s suffered a lifetime of painful shyness and being overweight. His job requires computer skills, so he spends most of his time in his cubicle, with little socialization on the phone or with co-workers. He’s described breaks and lunch as “torture.” Prior to lunch, he would get revved up with good intentions and then, he said, “I’m like Wile E. Coyote chasing the Roadrunner — I hit the wall.” One time, he got the gumption to attend a meet-up group for shy people, and no one showed. Yet, despite these challenges, he’s determined to be more social. Then, something happened. At our last Zoom therapy meeting, he was more confident and relaxed, like he’d just put on old slippers — smiling and even cracking jokes. For me, it was a kind of optimistic disorientation. At first, I thought that it was the combination of medication, his Wile E. Coyote resolve and hopefully some of the therapy that, like the British Baking Show, had produced a slice of Magic Pie. It wasn’t — it was the pandemic.

Because of “social distancing,” Michael paradoxically experienced being together with people while he was apart. Everyone now shared his life — now he could enter conversations with the knowledge that others also shared the taut, jangled wiring of his interior. It was as if he became an Italian apartment-dweller sheltering in place with his neighbors and singing together with them off their shared community of balconies, everyone listening with hearts joined in the absence of judgement and the voices of hope. Better still, because of the imposed distancing, Michael could now be safely social.

The Zoom Era

And what about therapists — what is this doing to us? Many are working from home. Those of us with children, pets or partners and who don’t have a home office have to find a “quiet space.” Ha! Good luck with that basement, people! Or, if we’re lucky and the landlord isn’t banning entry, we can go into our off-site office space — but that, too, has its own set of Zoomy consequences, not the least of which is “Zoom Fatigue.” By day’s end, sessions can feel like you’re in the front row at a lecture on sofa cushions where the speaker can see you. Just as you start to blissfully nod off, your head suddenly jerks back, and you snort loudly and say something weakly therapeutic like, “really..?” and then wipe the drool onto your sleeve — très embarrassing.

Zooming our client’s home space is not without merit. Back in the day when I was a probation officer in Cabin Creek, West Virginia, and then a social worker doing school evals, and then a research therapist on a project with heroin addicts and their families, I was blessed with being both witness and participant in the amazing diversity of the human condition. You learned to go with the flow and, you swam in the deep end of the family pool — dogs, cats, kids, babies, ferrets, frogs, multiple TV’s, radios blaring, grandparents, people who just showed up whom you didn’t know, dinner on the stove, or a silence that also spoke to you — all this before the age of the Internet. It was so powerful that when I first started my private practice, I would ask families to invite me to dinner and a family session at their home. “Now, we have Zoom — welcome to the shallow end. But we can all still learn to swim.”

You can observe a lot by watching.
Yogi Berra
Peter Lopez, a family therapist on the board of The Minuchin Center for the Family, is a home-based family therapist. On one of his Zoom visits, he wanted to speak to both parents and have an enactment with them that would increase the parent’s executive capacity and demonstrate to themselves and their kids that Mom and Dad were on the same page. In a moment of inspiration spurred by there not being enough headphones for everyone, he asked the parents to “move closer together so you can share…”

Another family therapist, a young woman who works with a diverse population of low-income families and mandated, substance-abusing high-risk teenagers, finds that being “in & not in” someone’s house can diminish her connection and, in some cases, embolden teens to challenge her — like the fifteen year old teenager who greeted her on FaceTime lying in his bed with his shirt off. “Would you do that in my office?!,” she asked, incredulous. “Uh, no, but I’m not in your office….” “Well, when we meet on Facetime, you are in my office!” And then, softer — “So when you put your shirt on we can start, and you can tell me how you’re doing.”

She still delineates the boundaries — for the kids she sees, her office is their safe space. To compensate for the in-person absence, she’s upped the amount of between-session “homework” that she and her clients then share at the next session. Trauma and disconnect are prevalent. A young girl being raised by her grandmother whose mother is absent provided a path in between sessions. Together they came up with an assignment to come to sessions with a weekly playlist of songs that emotionally spoke to the client. The girl picked “How Could You Leave Us?” by NF, which should come with a warning label and tissues — it’s remarkable.
We have to be inter-connected with everyone and everything.
Thich Nhat Hanh

You cannot solve a problem from the same level of consciousness that created it.
Albert Einstein

An informal survey asking therapists to describe their experience of practicing Zoom therapy in the pandemic seems to break into two distinct groups: one, maintaining a kind of Buddhist perspective of acceptance –— that life is suffering and impermanence in which every day is an opportunity to practice mindfully — to another, a bit less accepting — “I fucking hate it!”

A Third Way?

Which begs the question — is there a third way? The short answer is “Yes.” And it’s not without precedent. Einstein’s quote is like learning a brilliant escape trick from a gifted magician. The magic is not what is seen or said but in what he doesn’t say. What he omits is the specificity of consciousness — it does not have to be higher or lower, just different. And we therapists are all about being different. To be effective, we access different aspects of ourselves that then activate different and more adaptive aspects of our clients. It’s what Minuchin described as the “differential use of self.” If we want others to be different, then we have to be different. For systems thinking and for family therapy, in particular, those differences in thinking were already in the works well before the pandemic.

Lynn Hoffman pointed out in Foundations of Family Therapy (1981) that “the advent of the one-way screen, which clinicians and researchers have used since the 1950s to observe live family interviews, was analogous to the discovery of the telescope. Seeing differently made it possible to think differently.” And by circular extension, thinking differently also comes from acting differently.

Up until now, we’ve relied on our in-session felt experience, one-way mirrors and videotaping to guide ourselves as instruments of change. One recursive emotional and visual distinction between the now and the then of the one-way mirror’s transformative introduction, is that families could not see the people behind the glass, nor could the people behind the glass see themselves being seen. Videotaping sessions, however, offered a “third” answer, giving therapists the capacity of “seeing” themselves and the family’s patterns in context. It shined a light on how to experiment with adapting interventions systemically and collaboratively. While inventing Structural Family Therapy, for example, Minuchin, Jay Haley and Braulio Montalvo invited family members behind the mirror. They recognized cultural and class differences between themselves and the “natural healers” from the minority community that they were training to be therapists. Minuchin realized that “in order to join, we needed to change.”

“With Zoom however, there is a binding irony that holds therapists and clients in its’ grasp. It is as if we share front row seats watching a mystery play”. The opening scene’s roiling dense fog and dim lights mask the fullness of detail, so we squint, holding our breath hoping to see what’s really there. We’re doing our parasympathetic best to figure out the plot. It’s the work of it that fatigues us and leaves us wondering if this is as good as it gets.

Therapy is therapy as therapy does, but how we use ourselves in this new environment re-boots an age-old clinical question; what exactly is both necessary and sufficient to produce change? Montalvo called the position from which we work “The possibilistic premise.” Meaning that regardless of the location of the family’s pain, we are still faced with respectfully challenging the system’s homeostatic “stuckness.” We know that we can effect those changes in person. When Zooming, however, it can sometimes feel as if we’re “Major Tom,” floating in space, attempting to weld the hull as we circle the earth.

So, as Bowlby, Susan Johnson, the Gottmans and our own families have shown us, the quality and kind of our earthly and relational attachments are important. While we may feel even more like Russian Dolls, breathlessly stacked within each other’s context and the context of the world writ large, it’s not a question of “if” we adapt and attach in different ways, it’s more a matter of “How?” Perhaps as Theodore Reik suggested, we should listen with greater clarity, not just with a “Third Ear,” but now with ear buds. We are finding ways to compensate for what’s lost with diminished sight and the absence of physical presence. Our adaptive make-up is yielding results. However because we are inherently empaths, we feel the absence of presence. But we shouldn’t feel bad entirely. Rumi’s poem, “Love Dogs,” reminds that “the howling necessity” implores us to “cry out in your weakness,” such that “the grief you cry out from, draws you toward union.”
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
R.E.M.

Postscript from the Bunker

After not seeing our granddaughters at our house for eleven weeks, my wife and I share a grandparental Folie à Deux — an ache like an old injury that we’d come to accept, now reawakened with every primitively crayoned coloring book that hung on our walls like an in-home Children’s Louvre. As grandparents of a certain age, now when my wife and I see all their stuffed animals in a pile, we silently share the Buddhist themes of impermanence and suffering. It feels like a Christmas Story staging of Toy Story — our precious time together is ghosted in front of us as a reminder to our mortal selves that “this is it.” This perfect time of their lives, full of wonder and imagination, is just another pandemic curtain closing on the “Duck Duck Goose” show. Now our own mortality is awaiting, as quiet mourners do when “joining” family and friends on a Zoom funeral.
Alone together.
Dave Mason

Then there’s this — amidst all the noise, people find themselves and others. I see a recovering alcoholic/substance abuser in his thirties. He’s been in recovery for seven years. He has a great sponsor and a solid home group. As the pandemic continued, he began to miss the in-person connection with his group and his sponsor. So last week, with the intent of doing “Step work,” he and his sponsor sat safely apart on his sponsor’s back porch. As night began to fall, he said that without any cues, they both simultaneously became silent and quietly surveyed the backyard as darkness fell. He said it was one of the best conversations that he’d ever had.

Like the scene from Little Miss Sunshine, when on their way to the “Little Miss Sunshine” contest, Dwayne flips out after finding out that his color blindness has just destroyed his dream of joining the Air Force, getting away from the “fucking losers” that constitute his family and having a life of his own. He’s profanely inconsolable. His mother says, “I don’t know what to do!” Then his stepfather says to Olive, “Olive, do you want to try talking to him?” Without a word or hesitation, Olive gingerly makes her way down the embankment, ignoring the dust scuffing up her red cowboy boots, and squats down next to her big brother. She puts her arm around Dwayne, leaning her head onto his shoulder. She doesn’t say a word. They both sit together as one in the silence. Quietly, as if whispering a confession, Dwayne says, “O.K., I’ll go.” He then helps Olive up the hill and says to his family, “I apologize for the things that I said, I didn’t mean them.” They load in the van and continue on.

“Off in the distance is a billboard, the message faded but visible, “United We Stand.” We can hope”.

Tools to Help My Patients

Coping Strategies and the Paradox of Change

When patients come to me, they are already using various coping strategies to regulate their emotions, improve their mood and deal with challenges. Their strategies—such as drinking, withdrawing, gambling, eating, or hoarding, as maladaptive as they might be—are seemingly essential to their survival. And they are effective… until they aren’t, which is generally the point at which I meet many of my patients for the first time. In fact, their coping strategies can and often do become the major source of their adjustment problems.

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The paradox of change—“Doc. Please help me to change, but change is scary so I’m going to stay put. Accept me as I am.”—can be more readily seen when viewed in this context. It is vital for the therapeutic relationship to recognize that I am essentially asking my patients to strip away the very things that they have been clinging to for survival.

Among other goals for therapy, such as learning to manage emotions, making sense of their past, and assisting with the other changes they desire, therapy is also about “tool replacement”: I’m helping people replace harmful coping strategies with new, healthier ones.

However, if patients have experienced a great deal of trauma, I must sometimes collude with my patients’ denial to maintain their existing coping strategies before beginning to help dismantle them. To illustrate, I must first work with a patient who has experienced complex trauma to resolve some of the trauma while they continue to drink. Otherwise, a premature referral to AA could be a set-up for therapeutic failure.

Reducing the Layer of Judgment

Not only do my patients have various coping strategies, but they often judge themselves harshly for having to rely upon them. A way of explaining the layer of judgment is to use the metaphor of the panopticon, Jeremy Bentham’s 18th century semicircular prison design that allowed one guard to simultaneously watch all prisoners without their awareness of being watched. In the case of therapy, the all-seeing guard is also the patient. The layer of judgment that patients see as they look down on themselves from the guard tower includes:

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Why can’t I be like other people?”

“Why can’t I just get over it?”

There is a common emotional thread woven through these self-statements, and it is often shame. Therefore, I have to help them identify how they feel. Also, I try to help them understand what shame feels like and what it is. I tell patients that shame feels like “embarrassment times 10.” I also distinguish guilt from shame: “Guilt is feeling bad for what you do. Shame is feeling bad for who you are.”

These self-statements, along with embarrassment, remorse, and shame, create the layer of judgment that can make their difficult situations worse. This layer is like a lid on a pressure cooker: it keeps the entire mechanism in place.

To illustrate, I often use the example of obesity. Obese people generally know about the mechanics of weight loss better than people who have never struggled with weight gain. But if weight loss were about simple mechanics, no one would be obese. For that matter, no one would engage in any unhealthy activity.

But obese people often use food as a coping strategy to regulate their emotions. When they subsequently tell themselves how awful they are, it generates more emotions that they have to manage. And how do they best know to do it? By consuming more comfort. The next day they are filled with remorse and shame—which then needs managing. The result is a vicious cycle: the very coping strategy they feel ashamed of is prolonged.

So, for change to occur, this layer of judgment must be challenged with as much compassion I can offer and self-compassion they can muster. Change comes not from self-condemnation, but from greater acceptance and higher self-regard.

Achieving the “No Wonder” Goal

To achieve greater acceptance while reducing self-condemnation, my role is to help patients find healthier coping strategies both through the process and from the material. One way to ease the layer of judgment and reduce the concomitant shame is to propose working toward what I call the No Wonder Goal.

The aim of the No Wonder Goal is to have an emotional understanding of how and why their coping strategies picked them. Please note the specificity of the language. I often tell my patients, “You didn’t pick your coping strategies. They picked you.” In other words, no one starts out drinking to become an alcoholic or begins collecting to become a hoarder. Rather, the psyche says, “Aha—relief! I found what I need to calm down.” What starts out as a social activity, a hobby, or an adventurous undertaking can turn into a destructive addiction, compulsive activity, or manic behavior.

The purpose of working toward this emotional understanding is to thin the layer of judgment and to soften their self-condemnation. I recently had a patient who developed a driving phobia who was condemning herself for her irrationality. I said to her, “It makes no sense that you’re afraid to drive. It used to be no problem. However, these days, just going to the store can be scary! Your psyche is trying to protect you from harm, perhaps even trying to save your life from COVID. What a better way than to stop going places. Your home is where you are safe, so it’s no wonder that this particular coping strategy picked you.”

I also try to transform what has been concretized back into a metaphor. As an example, a porn actor with severe OCD went through an entire bottle of hand soap daily and washed his face at least 25 times per day. During one session, I said, “Could it be that you wash so much because you feel ‘dirty’ being a porn actor?” Through the No Wonder Goal process, he realized that he felt dirty inside, and no amount of washing would make him clean. He was then able to transform the concretized activity back into a metaphor, and as a result, became less judgmental about his OCD.

Of course, it takes months and possibly longer for this idea to sink in (to be an emotional understanding). But many patients have mentioned without solicitation that in the one session when I introduced the No Wonder Goal, they felt a sense of relief and a little less shame.

For greater acceptance, I can also ask, “Does this self-condemnation sound like someone from your past?” Most of the time, patients will tell us that it sounds like their mother or father. Let’s say the patient’s mother’s name is Katie. I will say something like, “OK, so this is your Katie-brain talking to you. Katie was trying to protect you, but in a misguided way.”

The other intervention is to call the self-condemner a committee member (with a caveat for dissociative patients). “What is this committee member saying to you? Can you let the committee member know that you appreciate the protection but that you don’t need it right now?”

Over time, patients realize that this part of their psyche serves a very important function, and its purpose is to protect them against a real or perceived threat. And how can they hate themselves for that?

Tool Replacement

I’m not going to elaborate on the actual tools, since they are generally known—avoiding withdrawal or being controlling, asserting themselves more, connecting with others, expressing emotions, just to name a few. However, it would not be therapeutic nor practical to try to dismantle patients’ coping strategies without helping them build healthier ones or build onto the ones they already have in place. Sometimes I provide them with new tools while their old coping mechanisms are still in place. At other times, as they use their new tools more, the older ones organically diminish.

One tool that I value is to ask patients to use their feelings. Frustration and anger can be transformed into determination, jealousy can produce striving, and sadness can be used to find acceptance. The example I like to give is MADD, Mothers Against Drunk Driving. They gathered their anger, pain, and despair to become the most effective group to educate others and strengthen drunk driving laws.

Recall that tool replacement exists in the process as well as in the material. The process of opening up about their shameful coping strategies, crying over them, and acknowledging missed opportunities and lost relationships is a form of grieving. Grief must happen for greater acceptance. This process, plus exposing their vulnerability as we accept them as they are, can lead them to feel better about themselves, have greater peace of mind, and enjoy more satisfying relationships.

Reducing harsh self-judgment, knowing how they got to the place where they were when they walked through my door for the first time, and managing their emotions with new coping strategies can truly be transformational.  

Barriers and the Black Experience in Mental Health Care

Initially, I struggled with writing this piece. After a couple of weeks of writing, rewriting and tossing, I finally locked in on my block. The issue is this: it is nearly impossible to write a short blog piece about the black experience in mental health. This goes for both my perspective as a black physician and the perspective of the black patient. I worried about being reductionistic with an incredibly important and deeply layered topic.

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There is no simple way to condense the experience of being black in any context. As I considered the different factors that influence the black experience in mental health care, I realized that the histories of discriminatory practices, unethical research, denial of care, racially biased diagnosis and treatment, and poor representation among mental health care providers each deserve volumes of exploration.

That being said, I know that discussing the foundation of racism and discrimination in mental health care is a start. This is the legacy upon which many black patients sit when they come to our offices each day. Three issues in particular have been substantial barriers to my own patients’ seeking care: lack of resources, distrust, and mental illness stigma.

Lack of resources

Jared, a 20-year-old black male, arrived at my office with his mom. Jared, who was living with his mom and younger sister, was unemployed and spent most of his time in his room. They had traveled nearly an hour to see me, as there were limited mental health resources in their community. Jared wanted to see a black psychiatrist but struggled to find any in his city.

Low-income communities and communities of color typically have the fewest mental health resources. To find care, residents often travel far outside of their communities, creating an unnecessary burden. For those with limited finances, arranging transportation, time off from work, and childcare can make access difficult.

When resources aren’t available, information and education aren’t brought into these communities. Mental health practices and clinics not only provide clinical services, but often are the center of knowledge about mental illness and support for those dealing with these conditions. When those resources are absent, members of a local community may not understand their conditions or their options for care and support.

Also absent from the black community are black mental health professionals with a similar lived experience and background. Many black individuals are interested in working with a black therapist or psychiatrist. However, only 4% of psychologists and less than 4% of psychiatrists are black. Non-black mental healthcare providers are less likely to provide racially sensitive and culturally competent care. Black providers are more likely to understand how blackness has impacted the black mental healthcare experience. There’s no need to explore the racial differences between the provider and patient. The focus can be on the reason the individual is seeking care. More importantly, black providers are more likely to understand and be sensitive to the problems black clients experience accessing mental health services.

For some patients and clients, there is a sense of pride in seeing one’s own people successfully navigate the training and career pathway involved in becoming a therapist or psychiatrist. Many black patients feel strongly connected to the success and accomplishments of other members of the black community.

Distrust

Dustin, a 24-year-old black male, had recently moved to Austin. He had dealt with anxiety since childhood. Now living with his aunt, he struggled to go to work each day and rarely socialized. After a long discussion, we agreed to start a low dose SSRI. He missed his first follow-up appointment. He came to his next appointment only to disclose that he had not started his medication and didn’t believe that it would help.

The history of medicine in the United States is fraught with racially discriminatory practices against black people. From non-consensual sterilization to the syphilis experiments, black people have been dehumanized and harmed by unethical medical practices. On the flipside, more recent medical research often fails to include representative black populations and often underrepresents the impact of disease and treatment in the black community.

In mental health, studies have consistently shown bias in diagnosis in black patients. Black patients are more frequently diagnosed with schizophrenia rather than mood disorders when compared with white patients presenting with the same symptoms. Even when a correct diagnosis is made, black patients are less likely to receive evidence-based care than their white counterparts.

These deeply embedded practices and history have cultivated a mistrust, and at times a fear of health care and mental health care institutions in the black community. There is legitimacy in the black community’s concern about misdiagnosis and inappropriate care. Unfortunately, some have chosen not to seek care when needed.

Mental Health Stigma

Erica, a mid-30’s black woman, presented with depression for most of the past year. Raised by two loving parents, she had attended graduate school after college and now worked as an assistant professor at a local university. She had never sought professional help for her mood symptoms, but worried that they were interfering with her work and home life.

Stigma surrounding mental illness is pervasive in the black community. When Erica opened up to her mother about her mood concerns, her mother advised her to talk to her pastor. She discouraged her from seeking professional help worried that people might think she was “crazy.”

Mental health stigma and misinformation has created a reluctance for many in the black community. Holding shame around mental illness means that individuals are less likely to seek appropriate care. When they do look for help, black individuals are more likely to seek counsel from places of worship or family and friends. Unfortunately, their help-seeking often stops there.

Culturally sensitive care recognizes these issues and makes space within the therapeutic relationship for these issues to be acknowledged honestly to the degree that each individual needs.

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Consider all the spoken and unspoken concerns that accompany your clients or patients into your office. The basics of accessing care, trusting the intentions and guidance of care providers, and trusting the legitimacy of their own health concerns complicate the black experience in mental health care. Psychiatrists and therapists should examine their own beliefs about and around issues of race. Understand what influences your practice and informs how you bring cultural sensitivity into your patient or client interactions.
 

Treating the Somatic Sequelae of Moral Injury

Moral Injury

I recently read a terrific Psychotherapy.net article about moral injury entitled “Beyond Resilience: Addressing Moral Distress During the COVID-19 Pandemic,” and it resonated with me in a way few articles have lately. It was an interoceptive resonance that was simultaneously cognitive, emotional, visceral, kinesthetic and proprioceptive. Some of these words are quite new to my vocabulary, as I am a clinical psychologist trained in the depth psychology traditions of classic and modern psychoanalytic thought — Gestalt therapy and Jungian analysis. But more recently, I was trained in a 3-year program of trauma resolution developed by Peter Levine called Somatic Experiencing, and I began to develop some powerful new perspectives on the human condition that, in this piece, I would like to apply to the understanding of moral injury.

Moral injury is a term coined by Jonathan Shay¹ that describes a traumatic act of omission or commission that crosses a personal boundary of conscience. Shay, a psychiatrist, developed the concept of moral injury through his long and meaningful work with Vietnam veterans and other combat veterans at the Department of Veteran Affairs. The primary feelings of moral injury are shame, dishonor and ignominy. Frequently cited examples of how moral injury can occur include military personnel electing to follow an illegal or immoral order, law enforcement officers engaging in the use of deadly force, people participating in state-ordered executions, doctors and nurses involved in end-of-life decisions or with a decision to save one?s own life while another?s is lost.

Shay?s writings and perspectives are compelling and contribute immensely to broadening our understanding of trauma. His conceptions have developed almost exclusively from his work with adults, but the psychological literature on child development is replete with evidence that conscience and the “moral self” develop at a very early age, primarily from the internalization of parental values and the quality of the parent-child relationship. Studies have shown that infants as young as 3 months can show a preference for shapes that behave “prosocially” to ones that behave “antisocially.”

Two distinct dimensions of conscience have been identified: a) one relating to the emotional capacity to experience guilt and to be empathic to others and b) one relating to rule-oriented compliance to authority and authority figures. The child?s sense of themself as a moral being — with feelings of pride, guilt, shame, and embarrassment — is believed to be clearly developing by the age of 5. Findings like these from developmental psychology become especially important when considering the impact that incidents of childhood trauma can have on the delicately budding moral self. For example, research has shown that Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs) are predictive of moral injury in adulthood. Furthermore, survivors of childhood abuse may seek out positions in the military, law enforcement and other danger-filled professions in order to escape the perpetrators of their abuse, making them more likely to expose themselves to life-threatening situations and consequentially to exacerbation of their original trauma.

“The spiritual, emotional, or physical scarring of a child wounds their conscience as well and is deeply damaging”. Endemic to these woundings are important somatic sequelae that bind the guilt- and shame-filled experiences, making them long-lasting and difficult to undo later in life. It is my proposition that a somatic examination of these sequelae can enhance our understanding of moral injury, how to ameliorate it and how to help resolve it. After providing a brief overview of a somatic approach to healing trauma, I would like to discuss a case that I hope will bring to life the application of somatic psychotherapy in resolving the wounds of shame and injury to the moral self.

A Somatic Approach

For years, somatic practitioners like Peter Levine², Pat Ogden and Bessel van der Kolk³ have appreciated that the wounds of trauma do not linger simply in the form of cognition or within the limbic system, but are also stored in the body in muscular, skeletal and visceral forms and structures — stored in what is commonly known as “muscle-memories.” And while there has been a great deal of research supporting the perspective that trauma takes a cognitive-emotional form and can be resolved through a process of exposure and catharsis, the conceptualization of how human beings retain and reenact past trauma took an evolutionary leap forward with the development from neuroscience of Stephen Porges? polyvagal theory?.

Up to this point, we had believed that the autonomic nervous system had two functions operating in two branches: the sympathetic (energizing) branch and the parasympathetic (calming) branch. Polyvagal theory states that there are actually two branches to the parasympathetic nervous system that are activated during the threat response that developed in evolutionary sequence. The most primitively formed of these parasympathetic branches defends the organism by simply shutting down, immobilizing and conserving its energy to survive — death feigning, “playing possum,” thanatosis, or “freezing.” Co-developing in early vertebrates and reptiles was the capacity for the fight/flight response — defensive responses activated by the sympathetic nervous system. Finally, the “social engagement system” developed, through which mammals became capable of identifying areas of danger and safety and communicating this information about what was safe and what was unsafe to others. This second branch of the parasympathetic system gave mammals an additional way of managing their threat response. What was revolutionary about Porges?s work was that it identified two distinct anatomical structures of the vagus nerve corresponding to each of these parasympathetic functions. What was previously thought of as a single parasympathetic system was actually two separate structures and functions — each of which plays their own essential role in the management of threat.

“Whenever we are threatened in any way, our body goes through a rapid sequence of automatic responses that are hard-wired into our nervous system”: a) movement stops, b) we orient ourselves to the environment and begin scanning it, c) we evaluate whether it?s safe or dangerous, d) we begin to initiate protective responses, if needed, like flight, fight, freeze, or reaching out to others for help, and e) when the danger has passed, the arousal dissipates and we naturally discharge our excessive energy and begin to settle. Based on millions of years of evolution, the human body knows how to do this automatically. This defense cascade — arousal, intentional motionlessness, flight, fight, tonic or collapsed immobility (freeze), and then rest — corresponds to unique neural patterns in the amygdala, hypothalamus, periaqueductal gray, ventral and dorsal medulla, and spinal cord.

When it comes to everyday experiences, we have long known that they are stored in two ways: in explicit memory and in implicit memory. Explicit memory stores the general knowledge of facts, ideas, and concepts (semantic memories), and it stores the memories of event locations, times, and sensory images that can be explicitly stated (episodic memories). Implicit memory stores things like how to ride a bike, use a hammer, walk, or button our shirt — what are called procedural memories. Explicit memories are available for conscious recollection; implicit memories are not, and it is in these implicit procedural memories where trauma is stored. With experiences that feel life threatening, we can become stuck somewhere in the defense cascade and procedurally fail to complete it. Implicit memory is where the memories associated with these incompletions are stored, and they are out of our conscious awareness. By attending to the somatic sequelae of a traumatic event, a client is able to gently release the somatic constriction and associated emotion-laden reminders of the experience by completing uncompleted defensive action sequences.

“While somatic trauma practitioners may vary in the particular categories, they all typically encourage their clients to notice their own bodily experience” — what?s called interoceptive awareness — they all try to attend to a derivative of the following somatic aspects of humanness:

a) sensations coming from inside the body (kinesthetic awareness of muscle tension, movement impulses, bracing, involuntary sensations like heart rate and respiration, and awareness of posture, balance and other proprioceptive processes)

b) inner images (memories, dreams, symbols, and input from the five primary senses)

c) behavioral movements (facial gestures, rocking, emotional expressions, postural shifts, yawning, tearing, swallowing, trembling, shifts in breathing pattern and stillness)

d) emotions (including those expressed and unexpressed by the client and those sensed by the therapist)

e) meaning-making (beliefs, judgments, thoughts, analyses, and interpretations)

To illustrate some examples of the interoceptive awareness integral to somatic trauma therapy, I would like to describe some of my somatic reactions while reading the essay “Beyond Resilience” mentioned at the outset of this essay. As I began reading, I quickly noticed a heaviness developing in my chest and a feeling that my face and shoulders were opening. An image of a butte or plateau came to mind, where I was imagining a new level of understanding, and the thought came to me, "What a fascinating line of thinking about something I have been familiar with for years but never really thought about in this very succinct way." I found myself leaning into the computer screen, my back arching backwards, and I noticed feelings of excitement emerging from within me, especially in my cheeks and jaw, where I felt a subtle tingling sensation. I began to feel grateful to the authors and to Psychotherapy.net for publishing their piece. I could also feel little micro-movements, movement impulses really, in my arms and hands, which were anticipatory responses later manifesting when I wrote Victor Yalom to tell him how much the article deepened my understanding of this very important aspect of trauma. As I noticed the richness of my own internal life, a memory came to mind. It was of Jessie.

Jessie

Jessie was 38 and had been raised by a family in the Ku Klux Klan. He was the oldest of three children and had been conscripted to parent his younger siblings in his parents? frequent absence. He also was a survivor of severe childhood physical abuse, which he had been indoctrinated to believe was his fault. Somehow he survived and, in his teens, managed to escape the family clutches, learning a specialized trade in healthcare and, remarkably, developing and maintaining, by the time he came to me, a healthy marital relationship of some 18 years.

When Jessie first came to my office, you could feel the frozenness in his gait. As he told his story, there was a stiffness in his posture and there were very few facial movements, but I could see, almost imperceptibly, the muscles in his lower legs flexing and tightening with a kind of rhythmic regularity. His authenticity about the life he had lived was both touching and tragic. As I took comfort in developing my bond with this man, I could feel my own visceral reaction to his story, which elicited my empathic responses while simultaneously interfering with my ability to do so. My own humanness was on full display.

Despite all that he had been through, Jessie was remarkably adept at learning how to reflect on his own somatic experience. While a client?s narrative themes are essential to track, a greater emphasis in somatic trauma work is placed on the story that the body tells. Two fundamental principles guided my somatic work with him: a) to focus first on what traumatic material was most available and accessible and b) to titrate and process only small changes in arousal level before proceeding to deeper levels of emotion. This is one of the biggest distinctions between somatic approaches to trauma work and exposure therapy. Somatic psychotherapy pays meticulous attention to taking small but manageable steps in order to avoid excessive cathartic releases that, while seemingly helpful, can themselves be retraumatizing. The goal of somatic trauma work is to assist the client in learning how to reregulate their own nervous system in the context of their traumatic memories.

Like all other psychotherapeutic approaches, somatic psychotherapy does not progress linearly, and there were ups and downs in my work with Jessie. At one point, though, we began to deal directly with more of the core of his moral injury, which for Jessie was two-layered: a) the stubborn belief that because he did not fight back against his father?s physical abuse, he was a living betrayal of what it meant to be a man and b) his belief that he had betrayed his younger siblings by failing to protect them from their abusers. As a society, as a culture, and even cross-culturally, we tend to shame others who don?t fight back, who cry for help, or who run away. We are expected to fight our perpetrators (or at least flee from them) but never cower, collapse, or freeze. This is consistent with Porges? notion that survivors are shamed and blamed because they didn?t mobilize, when in actuality, their bodies were involuntarily incapable of movement.

When we have transgressed, episodic shame is a healthy response. Awareness of our shame motivates us to apologize, to acknowledge our wrongdoing and to repair the injury we may have inflicted on another. Likewise, when we witness someone doing something harmful to another, we call it out. We inform them of their wrongdoing. Their momentary shame is healthy because it encourages peaceful cooperation and fosters a sense of social fairness. But when we call out someone?s wrongdoing, it is imperative that we also exercise our responsibility to repair their momentary shame by honoring and reinforcing their human dignity—to communicate to them that they are much more than the identified transgression. For example, when we interrupt a child from intentionally hurting their sibling, we are guiding them about what is acceptable in a family and in a society. But we must also commit ourselves to repair their shame by letting them know we continue to love and respect them. It?s chronic shame — the kind of shame we stay stuck in and can?t shake — that?s not healthy. Chronic shame demeans, degrades and obliterates human dignity — it kills the spirit. “Many clients who have been chronically shamed carry these wounds with them…and this was true for Jessie”.

My therapy with Jessie progressed, and in a particularly important session I noticed he began it with his eyes looking downward, his head lowered, his back curved forward and his breathing shallow. This kind of kinesthetic and postural presentation is typical of the shame-based, collapsed immobility (freeze) characteristic of moral injury. I asked Jessie if he noticed that his gaze was averted, which he acknowledged, so I asked him if he could become curious about it and see what might happen next. At first, he was out of touch with what he was introceptively trying to observe, until he said, “It?s kinda comfortable to look down … and not be judged for it.”

I asked Jessie how it might be for him if we were to just sit with and notice the comfort together. As we did, his breathing became fuller, which we both acknowledged. When addressing such potentially powerful traumatic states — which are being expressed somatically and almost certainly out of the awareness of the client — it?s so important to help them first establish a strong-enough connection with their own inner resources — what one of my Somatic Experiencing teachers described as “islands of safety.” Pausing on these soft places to rest and to moderate and titrate traumatic pain is essential to anchor and center a client and to stay off, for the moment, the rush of feeling overwhelmed that is almost certainly waiting in the wings.

I then asked Jessie if he noticed his downturned posture and invited him to take his mind?s eye and go into his curved back and see what he noticed. After a time, he said, “It feels dark … I know this feeling, but I can?t name it … I don?t like it.” Because traumatic emotions are stored in implicit memory and not readily accessible to awareness, they often cannot be identified with semantic labels like anger, sadness or shame. As I mentioned earlier, emotions are only one of the critical memory elements of trauma. Equally important to somatic trauma work is accessing the procedural memories themselves — those kinesthetic, proprioceptive and neuroceptive containers of trauma. I sensed Jessie was adequately tolerating his discomfort, but I asked him anyway to be sure, which he confirmed. I then suggested a little experiment to see what might happen if he were to curve his back downward a little further, but only just a very small amount. As he did so, a memory emerged of himself kneeling, pleading with his father not to beat him as his father yelled, “You?re a pussy! Quit your cowering! Take it like a man!”

As he recalled his humiliation, Jessie became aware of greater tension in his back. I asked him, “If your back could move in any way it wanted, what might it want to do right now?” When he said he didn?t know, I invited him to become curious about what it might be like if he were to very slightly lower his head even further. As he did so, his hand became tremulous as he said, “He hurt me so badly!” I wondered if I might have been pushing him past his window of tolerance, so in order to lower his activation level, I then empathized with his pain. This is a good example of an important choice-point in psychotherapy, and in somatic work in particular — that is, I made the decision to go a little deeper into what Peter Levine calls the “trauma vortex.” This is reliably going to raise the client?s level of arousal and can be quite helpful, but a) only when it?s done slowly and in small steps and b) only when the client is ready and able to contain the added arousal. To gauge the appropriateness of this kind of intervention, the clinician must rely on their observations of their client?s somatic markers and the clinician?s own felt sense.

I asked Jessie to consider what it might be like to raise up his head and back a bit. Doing this calmed his tremble, more color returned to his face, and his breath became more regular as he stated clearly and with some conviction, “I wish I would have stood up to him.” “I asked him what it felt like to raise his head and back, and he said that it felt “freeing” and that he “felt taller.”” We took the time for his nervous system to reregulate to what he had just experienced, and we just sat with his calm sense of freedom and taller-ness for the rest of the session. This was a big part of Jessie?s moral injury — the notion that he had abandoned being true to himself by not confronting his father and not fighting the abuse he was forced to endure. For years, he had worn his valueless humiliation as a scarlet letter of his own worthlessness, until he returned to an essential element of his trauma that was yet to be completed — physically embodying the posture of standing up for himself.

As my sessions with Jessie proceeded, he became better able to honor and stand up for his own moral beliefs of fairness and respect. He also became more comfortable with articulating his belief that what his father had perpetrated against him and his siblings was wrong, while moderating his nervous system activation and later feeling the calm and peaceful presence of embodying his budding moral convictions.

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Everything in the universe oscillates — the tides come in and they go out, day turns into night and into day again, the seasons change, the breath goes in and the breath goes out. This is the natural way of things. With trauma though, that pendulation — the natural flow between physiological polarities — gets shunted and needs to be repaired. With Jessie, there was much work that followed, but a key to his recovery was embedded in his newly acquired ability to regulate his arousal and return to a safe-enough place so he could repair and repair again what he had been forced to internalize.

References

Shay, J. (2011). Casualties. Daedalus, 140, 179-188.

Shay, J. (2014). Moral responsibility. Psychoanalytic Psychology, 31, 182–191.

(2) Levine, P. (2015 June 10). Peter A Levine, PhD on Shame – Interview by Caryn Scotto D?Luzia [Video]. YouTube.

(3) Van der Kolk, B. A. (2014). The body keeps the score: Brain, mind, and body in the healing of trauma. New York: Viking.

(4) Porges, S. W. (2001). The polyvagal theory: phylogenetic substrates of a social nervous system. International Journal of Psychophysiology, 42, 123-146 

I’m So Glad My Parents Are Dead

“I’m so glad my parents are dead,” he casually offered, as if telling me the day’s weather forecast or some similarly innocuous and inconsequential news. Raising more than a little bit of concern in my mind that was already reeling with possibilities, all of them quite dark, I decided to sit back, breathe, and let him lead the conversation. This, despite bursting with questions, centering mostly on the possible ill fate of this new patient’s deceased parents. “All things considered,” he said, without discernible affect, “I’m glad it’s over… I’m glad they’re dead, and I’m not afraid or ashamed to say it.” This is the kind of stuff that patients save for the doorknob experience; you know, that profound, therapy-altering utterance the otherwise reticent, resistant, or un-ready patient leaves you with on their way out of session, leaving you wondering if they will return to complete the story. However, this was clearly not one of those mysterious or seductive therapeutic mic drops designed to keep me wondering what would come next, nor was it a planned device strategically designed to keep me at therapeutic bay. This was an opening to, or perhaps an invitation from this 60-something man, who seemed to have his act together—except, of course, for this most disturbing utterance. So I wondered silently, at least for now, “How and when did his parents die, why was he glad they were dead, what role if any, did he play in their deaths, and why did he so quickly and emphatically share that relief over their deaths with me, a stranger?” Murder, suicide, murder-suicide, euthanasia? Was he the culprit, the victim? The greatest challenge for me in the moment was trying to quiet my mind and let him share his story, which I was sure was going to be a whopper. Surprisingly, he went on to talk not about his parents, but about the pandemic, which he said initially “hadn’t really hit me in any significant way.“ He was a late-career professional with a few stable income streams that allowed him to work remotely. He said he and his family were healthy, and that he had not taken any hit in income or status. He seemed content in the telling, but considering the opening salvo about his parents, I felt the need to dig a little further. Anxiety, perhaps, or maybe a masked depression because, after all, this pandemic infects everyone at one point or another, in one way or another; perhaps not physically, but emotionally. As his story unfolded, and however much I tried to ferret out this man’s hidden symptomatology, I was left with a nagging question of “Why is he here?” As the session ended, I was left with more questions than answers, which is probably a good thing because it left me in a state of curiosity, looking forward to the next visit when more would hopefully be revealed about this man who clearly was carrying a great burden with him. But in what form and to what extent was he burdened? That was the $64,000 question. The next session came, and as it began, I broke with my own personal and professional protocol by deciding to lead the session with a question. I asked him what he meant when he said that he was relieved that both his parents were dead. He seemed to look past me, fell into his chair as if a great weight were pulling him backwards, and then released what seemed to be a years-long held breath. His parents, as it turned out, had died of natural causes four and eight years ago; first his father and then his mother. He spoke with neither sadness nor regret, spending little time relaying the details of their passings. As much as I wanted to ask him, I refrained. It seemed that his relief came from the fact that his parents, who lived to 97 and 98 respectively, had passed well before the COVID pandemic, not only freeing him of the burden of their care during its clutches, but also without concern of having to do so during this period of quarantine and forced isolation. He recalled how important it was for him to be at their sides during their final descents, and how grateful he was to have been there with and for them to usher them out of their lives with the same constant and gentle compassion with which they had ushered him into his. He had become painfully aware of how families had not only been ravaged by the deaths of loved ones during the COVID pandemic, but tortured by their inability to visit family members in hospitals, convalescent homes, and hospices. Unlike his own parents, these people were dying in the care of strangers. While these events deepened the relief he expressed when we first met, his life had recently been upended when he and his wife took over the care of her 91-year-old parents, who now resided at two different extended-care facilities; neither of which allowed visitors. Unlike his own parents for whom he and his wife had cared up to their deaths, his in-laws might very well spend their last months or years in the care of strangers—isolated from family. The relief he felt at the passing of his parents, and the gratitude he harbored over being able to care directly for them, was slowly being eclipsed by profound sadness, anger, impotence and fear. That is why he came to see me, and it now made perfect sense. He hadn’t come to share his relief, but to express a deep guilt over abandoning his in-laws, even though that abandonment was compelled by circumstances beyond his control. When possible, phone calls, the occasional Skype, and window visits dulled the pain, but could not replace the care and comfort that comes with holding hands, hugging, caressing, bedsides visits, and vigils. His forced inability to attend directly to his in-laws had also rekindled the fears of mortality that he thought he had buried along with his parents. His personal narrative around dying while he was caring for them was one of hope, because he envisioned that like them, he would pass in the arms of loved ones. Now, that narrative had shifted, and death seemed to be a dark and lonely place, and the path towards it frightening. And that was where our therapeutic journey would begin.

Don?t Worry, Be Happy!

When we feel down and out, we may hear someone say—we may even use it ourselves in our personal or clinical lives—“Don?t worry, be happy!"

But we still feel miserable. And so may those to whom we direct it.

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Perhaps we, as either friends, family members, or clinicians have also said these words to someone. We just wanted to cheer them up, to give them hope that everything is going to be fine. Or, just because we didn?t know what else to say.

These words are also repeated in the famous song by Bobby McFerrin, which he quoted from the Indian mystic Meher Baba: “In every life, we have some trouble. When you worry, you make it double.” And then he repeats it again and again: “Don?t worry, be happy!"
It?s as if in repeating this Mantra, again and again, it will finally sink in.

But does it? Will anxious people stop worrying just because someone tells them to? Will sad people become happy just because they are told to? Really?

Similar well-meaning words of advice are readily available. They tell us to get busy, to get a dog, to do exercise, not to be alone, not to think about it anymore, to rely on God?s mercy, or just to drink a glass of water. When that doesn?t help, they try to make us feel better by telling us that many others are much worse off than us and that we should know better than feeling sorry for ourselves.

But the words don?t sink in. We still worry. And we still do not feel happy. In the face of trauma and loss, people tell one another all these things. But for the person listening, it?s all very frustrating to hear, especially when we are tormented by terror and feel that the end of the world is coming.

Even though there is no comfort in these recommendations, the chorus line is repeated again and again: “Don?t worry, be happy!"

As if anxiety and happiness was a choice. Some say that if we only stop thinking about it, it will get better. But whatever is bothering us is always on our minds. Oh, I wish they could at least remain silent. It?s almost like hearing “May the Force be with you!” (from the film Star Wars). When the Force has disappeared, however, we need something else.

But what?

If we or our clients have had a bad experience, should we/they not be upset?

If we survived a war, a famine, or a pandemic, should we not worry and be sad? To trauma survivors, most well-meaning advice doesn?t make much difference. Nothing anyone says can undo what was done. Coming from those who have not “been there” and not “seen that,” the words become nonsense rhetoric.

When emotions are the main thing that troubles us and/or our clients, we/they need to find a way to express it. If they have built up for a long time and are threatening to suffocate us, we need to find a way to let them out. We need to be permitted to feel what we feel, think what we like, and be who we are for as long a time as needed. Rather than getting advice, people need to feel understood, supported, validated. But there are no magic formulas that can promise us that if we only do this or that, everything will be just fine.

A few years ago, I participated in a seminar on trauma therapy in Jerusalem with some “experts” in the field who tried to summarize what we had learned about the best clinical practices for trauma survivors. We presented different kinds of “evidence-based” therapies, abbreviated with popular acronyms including EMDR, CBT, ACT, PE, NLP, PD and PMT, and explained how they worked in neuroscientific terms.

At one point, Leah Balint (a child survivor of the Holocaust) voiced her own understanding of the subject. She shared the story of a fellow survivor who was weeping heavily after recalling the loss of her parents during the war. Leah suggested that the woman take a hot shower with a lot of body lotion. Leah ensured us that it had been immediately effective.
We clinicians first smiled at one another and teasingly called this the “Leah Lotion remedy” because, after all, it can?t be so simple. Later, however, I reflected that there was a profound message to her story.

It?s of course impossible to come to terms with things that are lost forever. So, what else can we do, except to take a shower, literally and/or figuratively, and go on with our lives? It may even be another way of saying “Don?t worry, be happy!,” without actually using those words.

When nothing will ever be the same again, life still goes on. It will be an incomprehensible journey. It?s sometimes short, sometimes long, sometimes a lifetime—and then we may suddenly find ourselves “on the other side” without really understanding how we got there.
It will include many hot showers.

With time, the words of Meher Baba may become our own inner voice. We and our clients may suddenly stop worrying about the future, think less about the past, and even start to enjoy a hot shower in the present.