The Multiple Languages of Therapy

We only had one therapy session with Inna. It ended with the bubbly feeling for me of a “perfect fit” that I get when I intuit that good work can be done with a prospective client.

We had the same cultural background and four fluent languages in common. It was the first time I saw such a fit in my therapy room, in fact. Maybe too perfect a fit, as I was to find out later.

Inna shared her experience of displacement, her feeling of not being in the right place anywhere, and her confusion about her multilingual self.

She reached out to me in French, a foreign language for both of us.

– “I am looking for a multilingual therapist”.

Her name (as mine) was telling of her obvious Russian origin, but I respected her choice of language, and replied in French.

My multicultural clients have helped me develop a set of “rabbit ears” for the linguistic choices they make, and I had received precious information here. Inna’s story was echoing those of many second-generation emigrants. She had been brought to Italy at the age of eight, when her mother had remarried. She quickly learned Italian. With her blond hair and typically Slavic cheekbones, she was different from other kids at school, and she knew it. But her perfectly fluent Italian allowed her to fit into this new environment.

The price she paid for that full fluency in a foreign language was a split of her personality. Her multilingual mind would efficiently maintain that split.

After Italy, she studied in France, and had then accepted a teaching position in a British university. Inna was now back to Paris for a short holiday, hoping to recover some of the bits of her self that she had left behind.

She saw English as a tool for professional communication, one for thinking and research. She complained that it seemed difficult to bond with her new colleagues and develop friendships.

In fact, the real language of the other more spontaneous part of her, the language of intimacy, was still Italian.

Inna had tried therapy in French before, but had found it of limited efficiency. Her then-therapist did not speak any other language.

As Inna was a really articulate person, I felt confident to take the risk of using our common mother tongue in the first session:

“Would you like to use Russian then?” I asked.

In therapy, switching back to the first, native, language can become a very strong, emotionally charged act. My clients come to me with the desire to express some of their troubles in this original language, even if often this desire remains unconscious as they reach out in their “other” language.

She accepted the offer to switch to Russian, but her speech was slightly uncertain, as it usually is when we have stopped actively using our mother tongue since childhood.

Inna told me the story of her multiple moves and her professional interests. Even if her new position offered her a good salary and a bright academic future, she felt stuck and somehow absent. Her teaching lacked passion and her relationships with students were limited, she felt. She was unhappy and feared depression.

As I was listening to her story unfold in Russian, I was becoming aware of my own strong feeling of frustration.

I was suddenly tempted to say something in Italian, to connect with her using the words of a language that happens to be, for me as for her, synonymous with choice, freedom and intimacy. Sticking to Russian, I could be overlooking her Italian self, that little girl who had finally found some warmth and security in her new Italian-speaking home.

After all, something similar had been happening to her in England, with these “other” non-English-speaking parts of her not being seen nor welcomed. At least, this is how she felt.

I hoped that with a lot of patience and time we could eventually integrate these scattered parts of her personality, and bring together the sadness of her Russian child, her Italian emotional teenager, and her bright adult who used English for thinking and verbalizing. This integration is always the aim of therapy, but, with multicultural individuals, this road happens to be paved with the mosaics of their linguistic abilities.

Inna has not come back after this initial session, neither has she returned my follow-up email.

Therapy with multilingual individuals is a fascinating challenge. But is it ever possible to access each part of their personalities, which express themselves in a particular language? Or do they remain partially locked within a specific linguistic frame, beyond the language in which therapy develops?

What would have happened if we had used English for Inna’s therapy? She might have felt less exposed. The cognitive shelter of this “neutral” language might have allowed us to go further. English, after all, was exempt from any early traumatic experience here; it could have offered the safe and holding space that is so necessary in therapy.

Keeping silent, Inna swept away all the languages that we shared, leaving a questioning instead, that may actually sound chords that are beyond language itself.

Afflicted with Affect

*Janelle sits on the edge of the loveseat in my office. Her knees form perfect ninety degree angles. She pulls her head up, her shoulders back and down, and looks me square in the eye with a set jaw.

The word “formidable” pops in my mind.

But immediately her shoulders curl forward, her head sags. “I want him to tell me how proud he is of me.”

The formidable woman suddenly sounds like a child.

“I raised over ten thousand dollars for pediatric cancer research last week.” She pulls herself up again. “He told me ten thousand dollars wouldn’t cover the cost of a single research assistant. He called it ‘trivial.’”

I work in a town with a large university and teaching hospital. A good portion of my clientele is comprised of the partners of physicians and professors. For a small subgroup of my clients, a common story has started to emerge.

“I was in grad school. I saw him at a party standing in a corner by himself. He looked so lost.”

The story goes like this: girl meets genius. A great guy. Well, truth be told, maybe a little less amorous than she would have liked, but a really great guy. She could tell he needed her: other people didn’t seem to be able to see past his awkwardness.

“I felt sorry for him. He just seemed so uncomfortable. Except when he was talking about his research. Then he’d get really animated.”

Girl marries genius: She manages her growing family, and more. She works on boards, does amazing fundraising, and volunteers for various charities.

As the family grows and thrives her husband pulls farther and farther away. At first she chalks it up to his demanding career. Then it becomes apparent that he really doesn’t like being at home.

At some point, the husband begins to criticize her emotionality, solicitousness, and superficiality. He blames her for being overbearing and boring.

These women are intelligent, well educated, and energetic. They all have very high social and emotional intelligence, which makes them highly attuned mothers, and the center of a large network of people and activities. All of which their husbands seem to resent.

Julie brings up a psychiatric referral. “Last week I tried to talk to my husband about our son. He won’t bring any friends around. He says his dad is too weird. Chip told me that he doesn’t want any more kids around the house, and besides, it’s probably because I’m so bossy.” Her eyes well. “I got angry. I yelled.” Her chin drops to her chest. “He told me that he can’t stand my histrionics. He asked me if my therapist knows how over-emotional I am. He said maybe I need some meds.”

It happens almost imperceptibly. Confident women begin to doubt themselves. They have been repeatedly told that what makes them inferior to their brilliant husbands is that they are afflicted with affect. If they could be rational, perhaps they wouldn’t be so intolerable. By the time they see me they believe that their emotional intelligence is a sign of weakness, or worse. They want me to cure them from having feelings.

It took me quite a while to figure out that a significant subset of my clients were married to men who were very high functioning on the Autistic Spectrum. It seems that the way these men cope with their relational limitations is to frame them as a sign of superiority. They convince themselves, then their wives, that social intelligence is a disorder, and emotional matters are mundane.

Once I figured out that my client’s husbands were on the spectrum (which in many cases was confirmed by independent evaluation), I began to wonder what took me so long to figure it out. Why was I ready to believe that clear signs of high social and emotional intelligence were signs of dysfunction? My head was full of theories and symptom clusters and stereotypes. “Helicopter Moms,” “labile emotions,” “undifferentiated,” skewed my perception.

Affect is not pathological. Nor is being highly attuned. It is pathogenic to convince someone that having emotions is bad. Now when a client tells me her partner thinks she’s overbearing, I ask myself where the pathology actually lies.

Helping our clients who are married to people who are very high functioning on the spectrum means taking several steps. Helping them recognize and come to terms with their partners’ limitations is vital.

Helping them value their own social and emotional intelligence is essential. Of course, we, their therapists, must value these virtues if we are to help these clients to thrive.

“Janelle,” I lean forward. “The grad student who’s getting a research assistantship because of your fundraising does not think ten thousand dollars is trivial. Congratulations. Well done.”

* The people in this piece are not actual clients. They are composite characters.

Look at me!

Many people struggle to fully meet their therapist’s eyes the beginning. Particularly those who are shy or introverted.

The warmth, care, interest or love that we may perceive in a therapist’s compassionate gaze may seem “too much” or even unbearable for many who missed or never received it from their original caretakers.

Rachel was my first therapy client totally unable to tolerate the eye contact during a session. The first time we met, this lack of eye contact made me sense her anxiety; she looked like a captured bird, scared and ready to fly away at the first occasion. I thought she would not come back for another session, but she eventually did.

Rachel stuck to the regularity and timing of our sessions, but I kept having an uneasy impression that she was not entirely there. She had been in therapy previously for several years, and her previous therapists had seemed to accept her lack of eye contact without questioning it.

We were doing interesting work, she was open and honest, but my feeling of unease grew. So I decided to address it in the “here and now” with her.

What sense did she make of her avoidance of eye contact?

It helps me to not be really here. At the same time she readily admitted that she wanted to be in therapy and was coming willingly. But to be fully present was “too much.”

To avoid looking into other’s eyes is a very primitive and powerful defense mechanism. For human infants, it is not only a natural way of attracting attention and maintaining it, but also an efficient way of grading the intensity of contact. When we look away and avoid eye contact in a crowded subway train, we expect others to do the same and to not push in, staring at us. When somebody does not respect this tacit message, we may feel invaded, intruded upon in our private space.

Rachel had experienced sexual abuse in her childhood. When our freedom is restricted and we feel trapped (this is what any victim of sexual abuse goes through), the only way we are able to escape, at least partly, the abuser is to close our eyes or to look away. It then becomes the unique way of measuring the quantity of contact, a desperate hope to gain some control over an uncontrollable situation.

I felt compassion for the little girl that had been abused and silenced, but at the same time my frustration with her kept growing. I knew that somehow without confronting this problem our work would get stale.

Talking this through with Rachel helped us put the problem on the table. She was entirely conscious of the impact of her avoidance on our interaction, but still unable to take the risk and meet my eyes.

Look at me! I would I have screamed, had I not been aware of my countertransference.

But with the risk of repeating a traumatic experience, I needed to be patient and “to stay with it.” Her need for security and control was to be respected.

After a while, Rachel felt safe enough to share some painful details of her past. When her abuser, a family member, was with her in the room, she felt too terrified and ashamed to scream. Her parents “were not noticing” what was happening to their young daughter. Years later, when she could finally tell them what had happened, they still chose to ignore the uneasy truth and did not estrange the abuser from the family.

Rachel, a mature adult now, had to face her childhood nightmare, her abuser, at every family gathering. How did she do this?

She learnt to ignore him, to avoid looking at him. This strategy helped again to gain some form of control, an illusion of not entirely being there. Once again, this was the only thing in her power.

With time, I got used to her way of being only half-present, her need to securely preserve some parts of her self. I still enjoyed our dialogue, and the work we were doing around her artistic expression as a cello player.

After a year or so our work came to a natural end. Rachel was doing reasonably well, and she had played successfully at the audition she had initially been so anxious about. As result she landed her dream job in an important orchestra.

At out last session, before saying our goodbyes, Rachel’s eyes briefly met mine. I was now used to this fleeing, light contact between us and appreciated its meaning.

Thank you for not forcing me to make eye contact. When I was abused… he kept saying : “Look at me!” But I never did.

And she gazed at me steadily.

She seemed strong and composed: that looking away had preserved something precious in her; this is how she had defended herself and stood up to the abuser. The new Rachel was able to esteem herself, to fight, to win, and to be a passionate musician.

House Call Revival

Welcome to my house.

We had been meeting for a month already, but this was the first time Nick connected from his flat for our weekly online psychotherapy session.

Because of our time difference—I am based in Europe, and Nick lives in the US, we were usually connecting during his early morning hours. I was by now fairly familiar with his work surroundings: a small office cubicle, neon lights, grey doors shut tight.

This time everything was different, and Nick looked younger and more relaxed. He was sitting on his tattered couch, and I could spot on the wall behind him a superb black-and-white photo of a beautiful model. It was certainly one of his own works—Nick was a successful fashion photographer.

Suddenly he volunteered to show me around, surprisingly eager to invite me in. And I quickly discovered, why. A wobbly image appeared on my screen: a tiny flat, barely lighted from a single window, some dirty dishes in the kitchenette, and a messy pile of clothes on a chair.

Up until this moment, I had seen Nick as anybody else “out there”—an extremely successful, nice-looking and polished man with a promising future in the glamour industry.

But now, he trusted me enough to show the other, well hidden, side of his identity—the one of an immigrant from a poor background, fighting for survival in a foreign capital.

Now I had an opportunity to appreciate first-hand the contrast between the two facets of Nick’s inner reality. As I discovered during our session, his “glamorous” dates had usually disappeared from his life after seeing this “other,” shadowy side of him. After a glittery night in a fashionable club and a drink at his place, they would dissipate in the morning light. They would never return his calls afterwards. Sharing this, a deep feeling of shame emerged in Nick.

As I expected, after this “house call” Nick cancelled the following session, and during several weeks tried hard to make me feel useless. But our therapeutic relationship survived, and once the shame finally stepped back, we could resume our work together.

Our further work naturally evolved from exploration of this internal split. Nick was now ready to get in touch with his more genuine desires and motivations.

“Do home visits,” Irvin Yalom advises in The Gift of Therapy.

And this is exactly what I am doing in my online practice. Or, at least, this is the way I like to see it.

“Home visits are significant events, and I do not intend to convey that the beginning therapists undertake such a step lightly. Boundaries first need to be established and respected, but when the situation requires it, we must be willing to be flexible, be creative, and individualized in therapy we offer.” Yalom wrote these lines at a time when online counselling had not really developed yet.

Decline and Revival of the House Call

From the earliest days of professional medicine to fairly recently, it was common for doctors to make house calls. Usually it was a general practitioner, a family physician armed with his Gladstone bag, coming to the patient’s bed. And if somebody were suffering from a mental problem, he would be seen by a priest, rabbi or any relevant spiritual authority, or left alone, living within the society as the village foul.

With the general specialization of medicine and its technological development, mental health practitioners have ended up locked in their therapy rooms, well protected from the unexpected. In America, house calls have fallen steadily down the list of medical priorities since the end of World War II. And the same trend has affected all Europe.

But recently there have been signs of a revival of the house call; for example this story published in the New York Times about a physician's assistant making house calls in New York. This initiative is isolated though.

Oliver Sacks had also visited one of his patients in her home to explore her way of dealing with a rare neurological condition: “I could get no idea of how she accomplished this from seeing her dismal performance in the artificial, impoverished atmosphere of a neurology clinic. I had to see her in her own familiar surroundings.” But these reassuring visits from an audacious doctor are rather an exception, mainly reserved for the rich and mighty. Most of the American and European population makes do with the “impoverished atmosphere” of a medical practice.

Why, apart from the time and money aspects, do home visits seems so bold and risky.

This warning from Counseling Today, a publication of the American Counseling Association, seems to answer this question: “A private, sterile and quiet setting for counseling may be difficult to realize in the home. Expect the unexpected. Other family members, pets and visitors may not respect or be aware of the boundary issues inherent in a counseling relationship.”

This “expect the unexpected” sounds familiar to any therapist who practices online through videoconferencing. Sometimes our webcams let us see our client’s children and pets, as explored by Joseph Burgo in the New York Times. As result, managing the boundaries easily turns into a tricky task.

When we enter the physical realm of our client, we instantly meet with the full complexity of his current existence, and not only its inner components. There is so much more to deal with than in our own “private, sterile and quiet” therapy room.

From the professional anecdotes shared by my colleagues, as well as in my own experience, the online setting brings up anxiety and suspicion amongst some of our peers working in a more traditional setting.

In other words it also feels bold and risky, exactly as the practice of the home visits does.

Lightly or not, any therapist starting to offer his services online undertakes such a “risky and bold” step automatically. The problem may lie within this “automatic” component: connecting with the client through a videoconferencing system, we are almost instantly propelled into his physical realm. The client’s interior opens up for us with just one easy click. In the past, to make a home call, the therapist had to drive or to walk; some conscious physical effort had to be made before he would stand on his client’s threshold ringing the doorbell.

When we meet with our client in his own home, we gain an instant and direct access to some of the things clients usually “tell us about.” These unexpected intrusions and visual clues enrich the peculiar “here-and-now” of every session, with, as counterparty, a loss of control over the environment.

Something similar happens whilst working online: anybody can enter the room from which the client connects, and thus interrupt the session. Distance makes any direct impact on the client’s space impossible. The therapist does not have any control over it; he can only witness what is happening “on the other side of the screen.” This situation naturally triggers therapist’s anxiety.

Boundaries, previously so neatly limited by the walls of our therapy rooms, get more easily blurred in the online work. Clients tend to feel less committed to this “virtual” relationship, and they do not grow attached to a specific physical place. In the peculiar online reality, we are introduced into our client’s homes before properly attending to the boundaries.

To deal with this situation on a daily basis mindfully demands flexibility and creativity. Friends and colleagues often ask me which way of conducting therapy I find easier, in person or online. I generally find that the online work is more demanding for the therapist, often draining. There is more to deal with, in particular all the unexpected intrusions and the wealth of material spontaneously emerging from the visual clues received from my client’s environment.

In the example of Nick’s session, the effect of his dirty laundry and unwashed plates was added to the normal unconscious processes happening between the two of us. As doctors who have been practicing home visits for years, an online therapist develops with time a particular mind-set, a lynx eye for the visual clues and a new, very particular pair of “rabbit ears,” adapted to this specific “here-and-now.”

A few years back, I saw a client in the hotel room where he was staying, grounded by panic attacks partly triggered by the coldness of that very room. André had reached out to me as I was at the time practicing locally in Spain but in his native French as well. He was in Spain on a 4-week business trip, but could not get out of his room on the third day, out into this foreign city that he perceived as dangerous and unfriendly.

I drove to his hotel daily for two weeks, usually in the evening. On that dark road in the middle of some unfamiliar outskirts of Madrid I felt anxious and unsettled by this potentially unsafe situation. I made sure my supervisor was aware of this happening and a friend had the hotel’s name and was waiting for my call at the end of every session hour. At the end in that hotel room there were two people scared to death, and I was the one attending to all this fear.

Now, a few years later, I would have simply connected with André through a videoconferencing system. I would certainly have felt safer, separated by the physical distance from this stranger in pain, but would I have been able to respond as effectively to his panic attacks?

Let’s explore what would eventually have had been different.

The fact that I was willing to make such a considerable effort as to drive to his hotel located far away from the city center facilitated the development of our therapeutic alliance. André got strong and tangible proof of his own importance to me. As result, he could trust me quickly, and a very particular kind of kinship (we were both strangers in this city) developed between us.

This alliance would have been much more difficult to build in an online setting, and very probably André would have not been able to engage with me in the same intense way.

Being physically let into this anonymous hotel room helped me to relate more authentically to André’s current experience. The anxiety I was experiencing was partly my own feeling in response to the unsettling conditions of our sessions, partly his mirrored terror. That hotel room was an unfamiliar, foreign space for Andrew as well as for me. I could easily relate to his experience of being lost, trapped and terrified.

When he was lying on the top of his bed, battling with overwhelming symptoms of an acute panic attack, I was able to hold his hand. At moments he was convinced he would die in this foreign city, and as he shared with me later, reflecting on these first days of our work together, this simple physical contact was what allowed him to believe in transience of this terrifying experience. He suddenly was not alone in that dark and deadly place.

This simple physical touch would have not been possible in the online setting. I would eventually have managed to compensate with some verbal stroking, but that would take much more time to sink in. And, maybe André would not have believed my willingness to be there for him after all.

I am also aware of the fact that maybe at the time when André reached out to me, his level of anxiety was such that he would not be able to tolerate the frustration and separation anxiety, that are intrinsic to the distant nature of online therapy.

When André’s panic attacks stepped back enough in order to enable him to fly back home, we eventually reassumed our work online. Through the webcam’s eye I could now discover some of his original surroundings: his bedroom, his office…

That was a very different experience altogether. I was not physically there, and some of the information was out of my reach (the smells from the kitchen where his wife was cooking dinner, or the view from the unique window of his room). But I was still able to grasp some precious components of his existence: the picture of his wife and kids on his office desk, or his surprisingly assertive and slightly aggressive voice that he used when a younger colleague would suddenly introduced himself into his office.

Working with this particular, moveable (as he kept connecting from different spaces at different times) “here-and-now” I could gain some further understanding of his life in that particular place—a small French city that I would almost certainly never visit.

Soon after returning home, André decided to stop therapy… abruptly and too soon, as I thought at the time. But he felt that his partner, who was now aware of his mental health problems, was now able to give him the necessary support.

Transitioning from one type of space to another—from that concrete hotel room to the virtual space of the online—was certainly far too premature for our new born therapeutic relationship. But somehow the authenticity and the immediacy of the experience we both had in the two weeks of my “home visits” gave him enough relational nurturing in order to strengthen his relationships at home.

“…We must be willing to be flexible, be creative, and individualized in therapy we offer.”
Both online work and home visits naturally induce therapist to a greater flexibility and creativity. Every client’s physical realm is unique, shaped by the realities of the place itself and the people who inhabit it. When the therapist is immersed, physically or virtually, into this realm he can only feed the work on it, adapting the therapy he offers.

Putting the online work into this perspective, allows every session to develop into a particularly significant event—a second best for a home visit.

Maybe the house call is finally back, but in a new form. Technology has developed, allowing therapists to penetrate into their patients’ homes without moving from their own practices or apartments. This change can become an opportunity to revive the old home-visit tradition—the most relational and supportive approach to healing. And this now can be achieved with a reduced cost and an extremely inclusive reach, not limited by the geographical location of the therapist or the client.

The Socially Awkward Therapist

Everybody knows: therapists are all crazy. Right?

Where did this idea come from? For some of us, perhaps it’s our social skills. Some therapists can come off a bit . . . well . . . awkward in social situations. Perhaps you know a Socially Awkward Therapist (SAT)?

SATs even find each other off-putting. I had a SAT friend who was talking about another therapist friend.

“She’s unsettling.” He shrugs. His eyes drift down and to the right.

I catch the glance. I automatically register what’s going on in his head. He’s remembering a conversation he had with her. I’m processing the fact that he probably can see it in his mind’s eye, and hear their conversation.

He looks up at me. His eyes, slightly squinted, zero in on mine. “She looks at you too intently.” He nods slowly. “And she nods too much when you’re talking.”

He’s right. SATs have a hard time with casual conversations. We’re not simply noticing, but carefully weighing, evaluating, and interpreting facial expression, tone of voice, body language, rhythm, inflection, and word choice, all in minute detail.

We’re not diagnosing. We’re not pathologizing. We’re not judging. We are quite simply fascinated. We want to know what it’s like to be another person. Not just what they’re thinking or feeling, but to understand their unique experience of life.

So when you meet one of us at a party, we start out okay. But after the “where are you from?” and “how do you know the host?” and “what do you do for a living?” we run into trouble. We want to know how much you like your job, what really makes you happy, what kind of relationship you have with your mother.

And we do this while maintaining complete opacity. We don’t do the conversation dance. You know, where you tell me something about yourself, then I tell you something about me. We just keep asking questions, without any self-disclosure.

Anyway, if we did tell you what was really going on in our heads, it would just confirm how crazy we really are.

“How was your trip to New Orleans?” my neighbor asked me. The only reason she knew that I was going is because my husband asked her to pick our newspaper while we were gone. It would never occur to me tell anyone that much about myself.

Really, how was my trip to New Orleans? I saw some homeless adolescents in the French Quarter. One boy had a sign that read “I need $$ for booze.” I was transfixed by this kid when he made direct eye contact with me. His face was smudged with street grime. His hair hadn’t been washed in so long that the oily clumps didn’t move when a stiff breeze kicked up. His red-rimmed eyes held on to me and begged me for something more than money.

What’s it like to be that kid? How did he end up here? What did it mean to him to be sitting there with his sign? What did he see when he looked at me?

And I was equally fascinated by the couple who were right in front of me when I passed the kids. They were post-middle-age, carefully coiffed, dressed country club casual. They turned their heads and sped up when they noticed the kids.

What did it feel like to put so much effort into ignoring those adolescents? What did they think led to those kids being there? What’s it like to be their kid?

So, when my neighbor asked me about New Orleans, I know she wanted to hear about beignets and bars and bands. But that’s not what stayed with me from the trip.

So yes, some therapists are a little crazy. Their social skills are a bit off. How can it be that a person who makes their living talking to people doesn’t seem to know how to talk to people?

Really, SATs can’t chat. When we talk to people we want to know them. We feel the flow of their affect and then swim with their current. Unfortunately, if you’re feeling demoralized or detached, if you find yourself yearning for some kind of real connection in a virtual world, you’re not likely to look for it in some generic social situation. These days you’d probably go to therapy for that.

The Imprisoned Brain: Psychotherapy with Inmates in Jail

Officer Smith

There’s a strange smile I get from one of the correctional officers at the county jail where I do psychotherapy with inmates. The correctional officer?—?let’s call him Officer Smith?—?presides over the maximum security wing where one of my clients is housed. Officer Smith is not a talker. None of the small-town, yessir/nossir politeness or the jocular workaday chit-chat of some of the other COs. Just that smile?—?every time he buzzes my client out of his cell, shackles him up, escorts him to the multipurpose room where we do therapy, right up until he locks us in and steps away.

It’s an iceberg kind of a smile?—?the only visible portion a slight jut at the corner of the mouth; the rest of it looms somewhere beneath. And it conveys something different to me every day?—?anything from benign fascination to good-humored skepticism to impatience, disapproval, or even outright disdain for what I do (some COs refer to the jail counseling program as the Hug-A-Thug program). When Officer Smith smiles, I find myself smiling back, and I find myself feeling those same things?—?ranging from fascination to disdain?—?for what he does too.

It occurs to me that Officer Smith and I have been smiling at each other for months now across some kind of unbridgeable rift, and I’ve gotten to thinking about what that rift might be. We are alien to each other in so many ways. But strip away titles for a moment, his of Correctional Officer, mine of Psychologist-in-Training. Strip away disparities in age and physical stature. Strip away hierarchy and authority. Strip away every other superficial difference and I’ve realized that what really stands between officer Smith and me is this:

Mario

My client. His inmate. We’ll call him Mario. A lifelong addict who nearly killed a cyclist during a meth-induced paranoia. A man facing 25 to life for a third strike offense. A survivor of horrific, repeated, unchecked sexual and physical abuse since the age of four. A gentle, remorseful, introspective man who would almost certainly use and hurt someone again if he were to be let out of prison. A man who has sought professional help since his teens to no avail. A criminal and a victim who embodies the saying “Hurt people hurt people.”

And this is the rift: Every week Officer Smith and I smile at each other across Mario. And Officer Smith’s smile is saying “You think you can change him, but you can’t.” And my smile is saying “You think he can’t change, but he can.”

And my intractable fear is that Officer Smith may be right.

During a recent session Mario presented me with a thick document compiled by his public defender. The document presents a detailed, chronological account of the sexual and physical abuse Mario endured as a child, as well as his early exposure to drug-use by his own mother. Mario wanted me to read it because he didn’t feel comfortable talking about it. He sat there as I flipped the pages and I don’t know if my expression changed when I read the phrase “screws and bolts forcibly inserted into the anus,” or any of a dozen other phrases like it in the document. And then there were the accounts of his own crimes. His addiction and extreme aggression. The police report describing the raw and bloodied face of his ex-wife. The abject deeds done to support his habit.

Beautiful and Precious

Sometimes life just boggles the mind. It can so quickly overload our meaning-making engines?—?“hope” is one of these meanings, just like “justice”?—?that we are left slack-jawed and blank. During so many sessions Mario talked about what he would do if he got out?—?how things might be different for him. But at the end of each session Officer Smith would be there to unlock the door, and his smile would be there too, saying, “This guy?—?he’s gotten out before. He’s used again, hurt someone again, and gone to prison again. You think talking is going to change that? Talking?”

He has a point. And after reading Mario’s file I’ve felt the searing truth of that point?—?the cold, hard biology that I believe is the real mass beneath Officer Smith’s iceberg smile: that the human cerebral cortex doesn’t stand a chance against the reptilian brain. Reason, Abstract thought, symbolism, language, complex planning and executive function?—?the mainstays of talk therapy, and the very things that we insist set us apart from and above the rest of the animal kingdom?—?are imperfect and meager evolutionary tools in the context of our animal condition. My inability to make sense of the horrors of Mario’s life; Mario’s repeated relapses into drug use and violence. Inevitably?—?Officer Smith’s smile would surely insist?—?the higher brain fails to explain the world, and it fails to legislate our behavior in it.

Of course as a therapist, I’m trying to give Mario an emotional experience, not just a cerebral one. But it doesn’t change the fact that my tools for doing so are words and gestures. Mario’s own limbic system has far more potent tools?—?tools that can make even our highest, most uniquely human endeavors seem trifling. We revel in the fact that art can move us to tears, churn our stomachs, increase our heart rates, make us laugh, fill us with desire. But the limbic system can evoke these sensations with less effort and a great deal more intensity. A breathtakingly attractive person could walk by. A spider could scurry from beneath the blanket. You could be beaten, isolated, drugged, fed, fucked. Threat, reward, pain, appetite?—?art is nothing compared to this. Art is the neocortex trying desperately to emulate its older, more successful sibling. In the process it squawks and hollers about truth and meaning and humanity. But what do we generally know about the loudest ones in the room? They’re usually the weakest. The mammal in us is a quiet, ancient, powerful force. Our cortex is a small, yipping dog, ever making threats and pronouncements it can’t back up.

“Life is precious,” it insists. But I’d guess Mario has had a decidedly more animal experience of it; to the criminal justice system, to his community, to his own family?—?life was and is cheap, violent, and appetite-driven. “Life is beautiful,” our meaning-making machine cries. But it is also ugly and terrifying and senseless and painful. Nor, as we would sometimes like to believe, is even ugliness the sole domain of human behavior. Reading about Mario’s childhood, I was tempted to think, “Only humans are capable of such atrocities.” But this is just another way of setting humans apart, of maintaining our own centrality in the tapestry of life. Copernicus might have warned us of the unfolding truth?—?that the great discoveries have been a series of decenterings, of dethronings. The Earth is not the center, nor is the sun. The possibility of life beyond this planet is now a probability. And everywhere there is life, there are atrocities. Sea otters rape baby seals to death for sport. Chimps kill and dismember their own kind. Infanticide, gang rape, and physical and sexual abuse of the young and helpless are practiced?—?in the complete absence of any threat to survival or territory?—?by all manner of mammals including lions, dolphins, penguins, and meerkats. Put a rat in a cage with a lever that dispenses an opiate, and the rat will choose that lever over food, family, and ultimately, survival. We are distinctly human, yes. But far more damningly than the human condition, we inhabit the Animal Condition.

That is what Officer Smith’s smile tells me. “Let it go. They’re animals. We all are.”

And I’m almost convinced.

Except that when he smiles, I’m smiling too. And what’s that about? Defiance? Wishful thinking?

The validity of Officer Smith’s skepticism of psychotherapy is not lost on me?—?and in fact it’s helpful. When we attempt to impose the will of the higher brain, we should know what we’re up against. Any addict in recovery will tell you: taming the mesolimbic pathway?—?the brain’s reward system?—?takes a cortical feat of immense, sustained, almost unbelievable proportions.

And yet people do it.

In the overwhelming majority of significant battles, the animal brain may win; but every now and then, for some reason, it doesn’t. A torture victim finds a life beyond nightmares and flashbacks. A serial abuser tames the animal urge to hit, to hurt, to maim, and talks instead. An addict finds a way to stay sober in the face of blaring environmental and emotional cues to use.

But the thing is, the vast majority of these people?—?the ones I know of anyway?—?were only able to pull off their supermammalian feats in the context of relationships. Healthy, loving relationships. And that is what Officer Smith is missing?—?that therapists bring something decidedly animal to the table, something that a man like Mario has likely never experienced, not even from his own parents. Call it what you want: attachment, safety, nurturing, connection, love. This is not a higher function. It is basic and mammal and ancient and powerful and adaptive, just like fear and aggression.

And this, I hope, is why I smile back at Officer Smith. Because at the end of that session with Mario, after I’d finished reading his file, it so happened I had to inform him that I would be missing the next week’s session due to a medical procedure. And he’d responded, “You gonna be okay, man?”

And I’d said, “Yeah, Mario. Nothing serious. I’ll be back in two weeks.”
And just as Officer Smith opened the door to let us out, Mario said, “Well, shit, take care of yourself, brother. I’ll be sending you good thoughts.”

And in that fraction of a second?—?it was just a flicker?—?I saw Officer Smith’s smile falter.

Note: I have grossly simplified the structure of the human brain in service of clarity and meaning. And of course, personal details have been altered to protect confidentiality.

A Little Girl in a Dark Corner

Some mornings Nora would wake up, and the little girl would be there. She would always be curled up in the darkest corner of the room, concealed behind the curtains. Her un-natural white skin, her bare feet, and a part of her burgundy-red dress would be clearly visible in the early morning light.

She looked wicked, and the very fact of her presence in the room seemed uncanny. But at the same time, Nora felt a compelling desire, almost a necessity, to look at her.

The child was always silent, Nora never heard the sound of her voice.

After a while, Nora would usually choose to ignore the intruder, closing her eyes again and pretending to be asleep. Then, as she would reopen her eyes, the corner would be finally empty, with nothing to suggest that the little one had ever existed.

Sometimes, as she walked through the Parisian winter, Nora wondered where the little girl could be hiding during the day. She worked at a school, teaching English to children, usually half-asleep herself.

I was Nora’s therapist, and the only person who knew about the little scary girl.

As Nora told me her secret about the little girl, I asked whether she knew how the child was feeling.

—Scared… and very lonely.

Nora thought that the little scary girl wanted to be let out of the room. These feelings of loneliness and fear were far too familiar to her: she had grown up surrounded by parents too busy with their own struggles, leaving her without any emotional support. After school, she would usually stay upstairs, doing her homework in her room and hearing her parents’ argue. She knew something was not quite right between them. Not sure whether it was her father’s drinking or something else… She just intuited that something bad, really bad, was going to happen, and felt she was probably responsible for her family’s misfortune.

When her mother would finally call her for supper, Nora would feel a huge relief, but then her heart would sink: she was finally freed from that room, although nothing good was awaiting her downstairs. Her worst fear was to have her parents announce their decision to split.

As Nora was sharing with me her old fears, her level of despair was such that I could feel a painful knot in my stomach. And the little scary girl was there again, with me in the room, curled up on the edge of the chair, which suddenly looked too big for her frail body.

Years ago, Nora had left the little Scottish town where she was born, and her country altogether. Her departure had been abrupt, no planning nor goodbyes had been needed. As soon as she got admitted to a college, she packed and escaped from the house where she had been lonely and anxious for years.

She had little or no contact with her parents, and had never discussed with them those darks moments of their shared past, when she had been fearing they would divorce.

Putting miles between her and that “wicked” place (as she called her parent’s home) did not make the anxiety disappear. The old feelings persisted and made her dizzy at times: for several days in a row, she would lock herself in her Parisian one-bedroom flat. The worst days were those with the scary little girl. She would appear in the morning after a bad night. Nora’s nightmares had repetitive themes—doors shut tight with uncanny noises behind, and creepy creatures trying to burst out and get her. Scared to death by her own cupboards, and especially, by the ones in the kitchen, which might hide anything or anybody, Nora would stay safe in her bed, unable to make it through the tiny corridor to the bathroom. The wicked girl could be hiding in the wardrobe, between her clothes; Nora would wear the same outfit for days, too terrified to open that closet.

—I want her to go away.

I had never seen Nora so upset. The little girl was there again and looked even sicker then usual, she reported.

—What do you think she wants?

It took Nora some efforts to visualize the girl, in order to ask her what she was looking for.

“Bringing” the little one into the room with us helped Nora realize that this “phantom” was her younger self, whom she had left behind.

The needs of this child—her desperate wish for warmth, security and connection—had been overlooked for years, and had brought an unbearable distress to the adult Nora.

“Sick, ugly, and wicked” were the exact terms in which Nora used to think about herself. She was not able to feel any compassion or warmth towards that hurt part of her self.

Once Nora was able to look at the scary girl with more understanding and compassion, the little one was finally freed from her dark solitary place. And with time, she eventually left Nora’s bedroom completely.

How many of us keep this kind of scary and scared girl or boy in a closet?

In my practice I see many impressively functional adults whose realities are silently haunted by these phantom children. These scattered parts of their personalities are locked away, often back in their original homes where, as children, their emotional needs were not properly met.

In therapy, whenever we manage to get in touch with the emotional pains of this often terrified child, we help the adult to integrate these parts and to let go some old fears and hurts.

With some modelling from me, and a lot of patience and tenacity, Nora eventually learned how to better take care of herself, and also accept this care from others.

In our last sessions together, Nora shared her new dream to have a family of her own, possibly with a child that would never be left alone with his fears. And I trust her on this.

Nothing To Say

Clair* walks into my office this morning as she does every week. She sits downs and looks up. “I’ve got nothing to say today,” she tells me. Sometimes, I say nothing. I just sit and wait. Something will come. The unconscious mind can often be counted on to send something forward into the silence. But sometimes I feel the need to help things along. “Well,” I say, “What’s most on your mind?”

Clair has been with me for a little over a year. We’ve sorted through some muck together. I’m not her first therapist. There’s been a lot for her to talk about over the years. With me, it was mostly empty nest syndrome, peeling back yet again the layers of her abusive childhood and her loving, but sexually dormant marriage. We’ve been over the sadness, the joy, the poignancy. We have been talking about making her sex life better. She is interested in this, only mildly. Seems like in these more senior years they are both okay with a collectively lower libido and comfortable companionship.

So today there is nothing pressing. We make small talk. The weather. The upcoming holidays. Less small: the anniversary of her mother’s death. A little more silence. We have an easy connection. Just sitting together is healing in its own way.

So we sit in quiet comfort for a minute or two.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I was gang raped?” She says.

I shake my head.

“I was sixteen. You know in the projects there was a lot of that.”

I nod.

“Funny. I remember it like it was yesterday. Don’t think I’ve ever talked about it to anyone before.”

“Hmm.” (me)

“There were six of them. All colors. Was like the United Nations. I was walking home from school, under an underpass. You could pretty much not be seen in there. Up closer to the bridge. It was a big underpass. One held me down. One was a look out. They took turns. ”

Silence.

“I wonder if that has anything to do with the nightmares I always have. You know, that one where I feel something holding me down. The one where I think someone’s hand is on my throat. I’ve have that one so many times. I guess I never put it together.”

Silence.

“Nah. Never mind. I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s something else.”

Nod.

Silence.

“Well. That was a long time ago. Funny. Hey, do you know that George (husband) wants to take everyone on a Disney Cruise for Christmas this year? I think the grandkids will love it. But I don’t know. The last one we went on was so crowded. The food was good. You ever been on a Disney Cruise?”

Shake.

Silence.

“I told my mother. She didn’t believe me. Told me to stop being so selfish, always trying to get attention. Well, she was drunk anyway. Time up?”

Shake. Gently.

“They had good Karaoke on the last cruise. George loves it. Of course he put on ten pounds.”

Nod.

“I should never have walked home that way. My eye was black for two weeks. I don’t even remember that part happening. Just my mother yelling at me for getting into trouble. I told her, ‘Ma, I was not fighting. I told you. I got jumped. They raped me.’ But she didn’t want to hear it.”

Nod. Slight. Gentle.

Say something Melissa. I am telling myself. Say something. Go ahead. There is so much to say. There is everything to say. There is this: Oh My God! All these years! And how did you manage? And how did you cope? And how alone you must have felt! And all those feelings! And by yourself! And your mother! And why now? And can you say more? And. And. And Oh my God. And Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh baby.

I know. I don’t think that it would have quite come out that way. If I spoke. If the words would come. But I don’t have the words. I have the feelings. I have the thoughts. I have the quiet safety of my office.

I am just here. Just with her in the story. I am back in 1966 under an overpass in the projects watching a sixteen year old girl get gang raped. And for now, just for now, I have nothing to say.

*Names and dates have been changed.

The Secret to Getting More Therapy Referrals from Smartphone Users

The shift from desktop/laptop computers to mobile devices—especially smartphones—has progressed faster than anyone predicted. In most parts of the United States, it is now typical for over 50% of searches for therapists to happen on iPhones or Android phones. Google itself admitted in May 2015 that there are now more searches on mobile than desktop/laptop computers. And while Google commands only about 67% of desktop/laptop searches, they control over 80% of searches on smartphones.

On the surface this would seem like a bad thing for private practitioners: a smaller screen that can only show a tiny part of your website; more distractions through nearby apps; and even shorter attention spans than on computers (around 8 seconds according to a recent Microsoft study). Does this make internet marketing, already a very competitive endeavor, even more difficult to succeed in?

Not necessarily. The fact that people are searching on a phone that knows its location, and can communicate easily with the outside world is an enormous opportunity to generate even more referrals to your practice. To take maximal advantage of this opportunity, you will need to do five things:

1) Take Google’s Mobile Friendly Test—Google will severely penalize websites that are not deemed “mobile friendly” by their free test.

Google wants to see a “responsive design” that automatically reformats based on the size of the screen. They also want to see buttons that are large enough for human fingers to touch and spaced far enough apart to not be confusing to the user.

2) Be Sure you Have a Verified Google Profile—go to www.google.com/business and be sure your business has been verified and is active in the Google system, and that your address and phone number are correct.

3) Add TEXTING as an Option to Contact You for Initial Inquiries—to take advantage of the fact that texting has become the preferred mode of communication for many people of all ages, be sure you offer this option for people looking for a therapist. If you don’t want to use a real cell phone number, simply get a free number in your area code to use exclusively for texting at Google Voice and configure the settings so you get an email every time someone texts you. And if they text you, call them back, do NOT text them back.

4) Be sure options for phone, texting and email are shown at the TOP of every mobile page. People do not scroll down mobile pages very far.

5) KEY ITEM: Make sure that ONE TOUCH is all it takes to initiate a phone call, text or email to you. No one will copy and type in your numbers or email address.

TWO BONUS ITEMS:

6) If you use Google AdWords, be sure you are using Call Extensions to enable people to call you directly from an ad.

7) Get rid of those cute Social Media icon links on your mobile pages. The last thing you want to do is invite someone to socialize when they finally get to your page. The chances of someone contacting you after going to the multiple distractions of Facebook is essentially zero.

Using exactly these items, I have been generating over 60 calls and 20 texts a month to my psychotherapy practice. We all would rather get phone calls to our office than visits to our website, and this is the exact formula to make that happen. And the trend toward mobile is only going to accelerate in the coming years. Take advantage of this opportunity now!

Jill Scharff on Object Relations Therapy with Couples

What is Object Relations Therapy?

Rafal Mietkiewicz: Jill, you are a renowned psychiatrist, psychoanalyst and object relations therapy expert. You’ve written and edited many books on object relations therapy so I’m wondering if we can start with just a basic overview of what object relations therapy actually is. It can seem like rocket science to beginning therapists.
Jill Savege Scharff: It’s an unfortunate term, “object relations,” but it was chosen in deference to Freud’s use of the term “object,” which refers to the object that the drive to be in relationship attaches to. Freud talked about the sexual and aggressive drives later in his life, the life and death drives. Fairbairn, who introduced the term “object relations theory,” talked about people’s main motivation being to be in relationship, not only for love an security, but also for a sense of meaning. Giving meaning to existence.

It’s not just the mother who gives meaning to the baby, but the baby who gives meaning to the mother, who becomes a mother because she has the baby to relate to and care for. Object relations refers to the internal psychic structure that develops from these early experiences.

RM: And as therapists our job is to search for these internal structures in our clients?
JS:
Intimate relationships provide an opportunity to rediscover the internal object relations in a new dimension—one that may help it grow and change.
You don’t have to search very far because that internal structure is written large in external, current relationships. The internal relations operate as a kind of design that leads people to repeat it in their current relationships—partly because it’s familiar, and they want to recreate what they know, and partly to have new experiences that, if they’re healthy and interesting and challenging may encourage new learning so that modifications in the original object relations can be made. Intimate relationships provide an opportunity to rediscover the internal object relations in a new dimension—one that may help it grow and change. Same is true in therapy. Does it still sound like rocket science, Rafal?
RM: Yes, a little bit. It seems like it would take a long time to unwind these long-term patterns, and that the therapy would go quite deep.
JS: It does take time to create deep character change. It can take a couple of years with couples.
RM: I am a working therapist, and I have my own experiences in both individual and marital therapy, but the idea of working with a couple for a couple of years sounds challenging, to be honest.
JS: Well, that’s more for couples who are looking for radical change. Some couples come in and just want a little adjustment. They want to settle a fight, or they want to decide whether or not to have a child, and it’s just a developmental intervention. A developmental challenge has got them stuck, and after few sessions they’re on their way. But others who have tremendous difficulties relating, communicating, establishing an intimate sexual relationship—these therapies take longer.
RM: So you distinguish between a developmental intervention and deep therapy.
JS: Well, you never want to do too much. You just want to do what people are looking for and what they need. With an object relations approach, which does operate in depth, even in a few sessions you can show a couple what that approach could offer them if they chose it, if they chose to invest in something more substantial.
RM: When you see a couple, what are the initial stages?
JS: First we do a consultation—not therapy—because I want to give the couple a chance to decide if they think we’re a good match, and I want to show them my style of working. Not every couple chooses to work in an object relations framework, which is basically psychoanalytic framework. Some are looking for a shorter-term approach, or a more structured approach, or a more direct of approach, in which case I’ll refer them.
RM: So the first stage is consultation.
JS: Yes, I’ll meet for maybe two or three sessions. Some people will meet with one partner once, the other partner once, and the couple once. But unless there’s a specific indication to do that, I usually prefer to just work with the couple.
RM: What would be the special indication?
JS: If there is an autonomous individual psychiatric problem, such as a deeply established substance abuse problem, I might want to meet with that individual to assess the extent of it and decide if individual treatment is a better option, maybe even a rehab program. Another indication is the wife or husband of a therapist. Sometimes, you’ll find that non-therapist is so far behind the one who is trained as a therapist, in terms of communicating emotional experience, that they sometimes need an individual session away from the therapist-partner in order to find the words to speak to the therapist partner.
RM: Can a couple’s therapist join these two functions, and do individual therapy with one person from a couple, while also doing therapy for the couple?
JS: That can happen as long as you’re very aware that your commitment is to the couple and that anything you do with the individual comes back into the couple meeting. That the confidentiality, for instance, pertains to the couple, not to the individual member of the couple. So let’s say the individual tells you about an affair that they haven’t told their partner, you would not reveal that personally, but you would suggest they bring it up in couples therapy. If they can’t do it, you probably find yourself unable to work with the couple because if you have a piece of information that you can’t use, it blocks you from being able to respond to all the clues that lead to that conclusion, which you can’t then make.
RM: You also can’t free associate, because you’re blocked from going in certain directions.
JS: You’re absolutely right. I was in Poland last week, and I heard that the Family Therapy Association is working on a statement about confidentiality and how it pertains to couple and family therapy.

The Couple’s Unconscious Life

RM: How do you assess whether a couple is suitable for object relations therapy.
JS: I’m looking for how they respond to any interpretations I make, to my overall presentation, to any links I make between the current struggles and the past. If I get someone who doesn’t want to deal with the past, who says “The past is the past and I don’t want to think about it,” they aren’t likely a good candidate for therapy with me.
If I get someone who doesn’t want to deal with the past…they aren’t likely a good candidate for therapy with me.
So I might say, “Well, okay, I can try to work with you just on the present, but I know that everything that happens now is informed by what happened before, so I don’t think that this kind of therapy will suit you. Do you want to try it and see it what it can do for you, or would you prefer something else?”

I always like to work with couples who can work with their dreams, but not all couples are willing to do that. Some think their dreams are very private to the individual. To me, once an individual tells a dream in couples therapy, it becomes a dream of the couple that the couple has shared with me and that helps me have access to the couple’s unconscious life. The whole of object relations therapy is geared to getting access to the impact of the unconscious on the relationship.

RM: What’s your technique for working with a couple’s dream?
JS: Well, first of all, I listen to the dream from the individual. Then I ask the individual what has occurred to them about the dream. Then, I ask the partner what comes up for them in relation to the dream. Then, as a couple, they’re now talking about this dream, and I look for their associations, my own associations, the feelings it elicits in them and myself, and I construct an interpretation of the dream and what it conveys about the current of their relationship and what they hope for, what they wish for, for themselves in the relationship.
RM: I have always found that working with dreams is great in individual therapy, but this opens a new ocean of possibilities working with couples. Once you’ve done the consultation sessions, and you’ve got the couple on board for treatment, what next?
JS: We agree on the frequency of therapy, which will be once or twice a week. I like my sessions to be 45 minutes, but for couples who come a long distance, we might work for an hour or an hour and a half, whatever suits them. But by arrangement, not just running over time; we agree ahead of time what will be the best format. I don’t do questionnaires. I just ask them to come into the room. They sit.

Can you see my room? [Interview is being done via Skype]

RM: Of course, I see two armchairs.
JS: There are two red chairs over there. They sit in those chairs. I sit back here near the desk. There is a couch down that wall, past the printer. Some couples will sit together on the couch. Sometimes one will sit on the couch in a rather narcissistic way while the other will perch on the chair. However they sit, it’s of interest how they relate themselves to me, how they relate to each other, in spatial terms.

And then I just ask them to say whatever they want to say. Just come in and start. I don’t ask questions. I just listen, and I respond. I think my manner is sort of socially appropriate, unobtrusive, nondirective. It’s not remotely analytic as we’ll sometimes imagine analysts to be. And I’m not saying all the time, “And what do you think about that?”

A Couple's State of Mind

RM: You’re not?
JS: “And how does that make you feel?” No, it’s more that we’re just having an open space conversation, really. And then, every so often, I’ll arrive at a construction of what I think has been happening and show them their repeating patterns of interaction and how they connect to their early experiences. How they treat each other as people from the past were treated or treated them. I’m very interested in helping them as a couple to develop what Mary Morgan calls “a couple’s state of mind.”

You get some couples who used to think as a couple, plan as a couple, and who, because of the strains and stresses of their life and the emergence of negative aspects of their characters, have lost that ability. And then other couples come in who have never actually had it.
You get some couples who used to think as a couple, plan as a couple, and who, because of the strains and stresses of their life and the emergence of negative aspects of their characters, have lost that ability. And then other couples come in who have never actually had it. They come as two individuals. Each one thinking what he or she is doing and not understanding that the marriage is a thing in and of itself that they each contribute to the shaping of, the nurturing of, the maintenance of. If they can learn to do that, then the marriage offers them a great deal.

It’s not just that the partners take care of and love each other, but also the partnership or marriage that they construct. I’m not saying they have to be married in a church or anything, but if they made a commitment to be together, and they nurture that relationship, it will then nourish them and support them through the life cycle and through the various challenges of having the first child, the first child leaving home, retirement—whatever comes through life.

RM: Is one course of therapy enough for a couple or do they tend to come in and out over time?
JS: I think most couples, if they work for a couple years and get to the appropriate developmental level, then they have the tools they need when challenges come up. But you can never predict what life will throw in the way of a couple, and some things might overwhelm their capacity to adapt. If that’s the case they may come back for another session or series of sessions.

The Death of the Couple

RM: What techniques do you use? Do you give interpretations?
JS: I’m a little bit allergic to the term “techniques.” It sounds like they’re little things you apply in various circumstances.
I tend to think of technique more generally as a way of listening, observing, waiting, holding anxiety, not jumping to action, not becoming directive, of always following the affect.
I tend to think of technique more generally as a way of listening, observing, waiting, holding anxiety, not jumping to action, not becoming directive, of always following the affect. It’s very important to always be listening for the feeling behind the words. We do that by listening to the tone, the rhythm of the speech, the hesitations in speech, pauses, slips of the tongue, of course. I’m always interested in any dream material that comes up that will give more access to the unconscious. Then we look for repeating patterns of interaction. We name them and ask the couple to think about why they need this particular pattern. In other words, what defensive function does this pattern serve and what is the anxiety that lies behind it? And there’s always another anxiety that lies behind the most conscious anxiety—fundamentally, the main anxiety is death of the couple. That is the main anxiety.
RM: Death of the couple?
JS: Yes.
RM: Can you say a bit more about that?
JS: Couples are usually not consciously thinking about it, but fundamentally it’s what every couple is worried about. The individual worries that his or her pathology will destroy the couple.
Every couple tries not to remember that one of them will die first.
They consciously worry that they’ll be left, abandoned, rejected, tossed aside, but fundamentally they’re worried that the couple will be destroyed. Every couple tries not to remember that one of them will die first, and no couple knows which one will die first, and no couple knows which one will be left when that happens.
RM: It’s frightening, of course.
JS: It’s very, very frightening when it begins to come to consciousness. As people, maybe in their 40s, they start to maybe lose one friend, or they’ll lose a parent, and they see what happens to the one who is left, then it starts to bear in on them, and they become conscious of that fundamental worry.
RM: How do you work on developing the couple’s state of mind?
JS: The therapist must develop the capacity to be impartial to each individual—or to be equally partial to both of them—but with an overarching commitment to the couple relationship. It’s keeping that in mind that marks the more advanced couple therapist. Someone who isn’t pulled to take sides but who remains neutral, or, if pulled to take a side, latches onto it and can interpret what has just happened. Name it as a skewing of the original intention that reflects a characteristic of the individual who initiated it and the partner who allowed it to happen—since it will likely be a pattern that happens in the relationship. And there you have it, in the laboratory of the couple therapy, where you can see it, examine it in relation to yourself, a couple therapist who doesn’t have all the investment of being a life partner.
RM: Do you have all these concepts in your head when you talk to a couple?
JS: No. I think we do all that theory as background, and if we get stuck in our work with a couple, then we pull out the theory and see if it can help us. But, there’s something very important that you haven’t asked me about, which has to do with sexuality.
RM: By all means….
JS: I’ve found that a lot of couples—or rather couples therapists—don’t actually ask about the couple’s intimate relationship. If a couple presents with a sexual problem they’ll respond to it of course, but they don’t always ask about it as part of the assessment, and I think it’s important to do that, and to not be inhibited about it. It’s just part of the couple’s life and should be considered along with all other aspects. Now, if there is a specific sexual problem, then the object relations approach, which is analytic primarily, has to include a behavioral component.
RM: I know this is hard to quantify, but can you talk about one of your biggest successes and one your biggest failures as a therapist?

JS: That’s really hard to do off the cuff. I mean, there are couples that break up—and in one way, that’s a failure of the couple therapy. In another way, that is a recognition of their differentiation and that the therapy has helped them to reach this very painful decision. Whether you call that a success or a failure is really debatable.
The couple that quits in a rage at you or in disappointment with you—that feels like a failure.
The couple that quits in a rage at you or in disappointment with you—that feels like a failure. It’s also a tremendous loss because you didn't get the opportunity to work with them on these intense feelings which, had they come back to work on them, could have been very useful to their relationship. As it is, they just go off with an idea of putting the bad object into you as if it will stay there, and they’ll be relieved of it. Of course, the bad object always returns, and they won’t have had a chance to really work on it. That feels like a failure to me.
RM: It’s painful, yes.
JS: Success is any couple that goes off, and you never hear from them again because they’re coping. You hope that is a success, but you never really know because part of our policy is not to do follow-up, not to intrude on people’s lives after they have ended their contract with you. That’s one of the sad things about being a couples therapist, is not knowing what happens with them—unless you hear about a couple by chance or unless they return as parents of a child, and they want you then to see their child. They’re doing okay as a couple, but because of the period that they went through when they weren’t doing okay as a couple, their child has built in certain personality characteristics that are hampering that child. So you see the residue of the couple problem in the child.

You can work with the child to get them back on developmental track, but at the same time, you see the couple as parents and how well they are doing both as a couple and as parents, and that’s very gratifying. You could call that a success.

RM: What’s your advice to new therapists?
JS: Get into treatment.
RM: Get into treatment.
JS: And get supervision. And then you can study and take courses. It’s constant work. And if you find a couple daunting, you are not alone. Couple therapy is the hardest work we do because a couple has such a tight bond. They are together because they fit at conscious and unconscious levels.

Success is any couple that goes off, and you never hear from them again because they’re coping.
As the couple therapist, you often feel either you’re breaking a boundary by entering the bedroom, as it were, as if you were a child in an Oedipal situation, or you feel terribly excluded because you can’t get in. You feel guilty about trying to get in. You feel confused, puzzled, rejected. It can be very uncomfortable working with a couple, and this is the reason many people don’t do it, I think. That’s why I say get into therapy and supervision. It takes a lot of personal therapy on the part of the therapist to understand how their own personality is constructed and how they tend to express themselves not only in their personal relationships, but in relation to the couples and families they work with.
RM: Jill, thank you very much.
JS: You’re so welcome. Delightful talking to you.