Anita Barrows on Love, Poetry and Autism

I Have My Very Troubled Childhood to Thank for This Career

Deb Kory: You are a long-time psychotherapist, a well-known poet, social activist and autism specialist. In the interest of full disclosure, I should also mention that you are a former teacher of mine at the Wright Institute in Berkeley, you chaired my dissertation, and are now my friend as well.
Anita Barrows: Indeed.
DK: As a newly licensed therapist who came to the field with a background in journalism and political activism, I’m exploring for myself how to not get compartmentalized in my role as a therapist and to feel integrated in and out of the therapy office.
I wanted to interview you for Psychotherapy.net in large part because you embody many identities. I think most people know you as a poet and a translator of, among others, poet Rainer Maria Rilke’s work, along with your co-translator, Joanna Macy, the environmental activist and Buddhist scholar. Were you a poet before you became a therapist?
AB: Long before. I was a poet from the time I was about six years old. In fact, through my childhood and up through my years in college, there was nothing else I ever thought about doing. Writing poetry was really it. And I was always interested in politics. I was lucky enough to be a teenager in the 1960s and my political identity was also really strong for me at that point, as I was very involved in the Civil Rights Movement and the anti-Vietnam War movement.
But writing was really the only thing I thought I would ever do. After I got out of college and I realized that I had to do something to make a living, I began working with the Poets in the Schools program. I was also working with a radical law students group, placing law students in internships with radical lawyers like the lawyers for Cesar Chavez and the Black Panthers.
DK: But you yourself were not involved in law.
AB: I wasn’t, but I considered it at that time because it had become clear that I couldn’t earn a living writing poetry. I had studied French, Italian, Latin and German in college and did a Masters at Boston University in English literature and creative writing, and was working as a translator when I enrolled in a doctoral program in comparative literature.
DK: So language is a real passion for you.
AB: I just love language.
DK: Language, poetry, radical politics and law—how did you end up becoming a therapist?
AB: I think I have to thank my very, very troubled childhood for this career.
DK: Not uncommon for us therapists.
AB: Not at all. I had a mother who was chronically depressed and a father who was violent, and I did everything I could to escape that household, mostly adopting myself out to the families of friends. I was pretty good at establishing relationships outside of my home, and wrote poetry from an early age, which helped me process some of the pain I was going through, but when I had my own first child, it came back to haunt me.
I essentially had a breakdown. It ended up being diagnosed as autoimmune thyroid disease, but when I look at it now, I think the thyroid disease was a physical manifestation of what was going on inside me emotionally.
I had read a lot of Jung and was interested in Jung’s approach to literature and symbolism and the collective unconscious, and I was lucky enough to be referred to an extraordinary Jungian therapist, Rosamund Gardner, who died about ten years ago. I was in Jungian analysis with her for more than ten years.
DK: So it was your experience of the transformation that occurred for you in therapy that made you want to become a therapist?
AB: It was, yeah.
DK: I think that’s also a pretty common reason that people end up becoming therapists. My own therapy has influenced me enormously.
AB: Frankly, I don’t know who I would be today if it weren’t for the work I did with Rosamund. I can’t even begin to imagine. I was sort of casting about for some kind of work that felt meaningful, and it didn’t feel like teaching poetry at the university level would be enough, and it really came home to me that therapy can be a deep transformation that can liberate people. I remember Rosamund saying to me at one point, “When you have done this work, you will free your energy.” I was not a very energetic person in my 20s. Now, in my 60s, I’m full of energy.
DK: You’re one of the most energetic people I know!
AB: I think I’m making up for lost time.
During the course of that therapy, I began having dreams—and in Jungian analysis, you do a lot of dream work—and my dreams suggested that I might want to do therapy myself. We had to ferret out what was identification and transference and what was a genuine desire to do this work.
DK: Are you transparent about this backstory with your students?
AB: Very much so. I feel like that kind of transparency can be so helpful—especially in a field where there’s so much fear about revealing that you’ve suffered personally. I’m less likely to reveal it to some colleagues of mine, who seem so tight-lipped and collected.
DK: You imagine that they didn’t have such childhoods? Or is it that they just aren’t open about it?
AB: It’s hard to know, but I can’t imagine that the majority of people who come into this field had a Mary Poppins kind of childhood.

What Happened to the Wounded Healer?

DK: I also had that experience going through graduate training. People were really reluctant to share the fact that they had suffered trauma. And if they did, it was often like, “but I’ve done so much work around it and it’s all resolved now.”
What happened to the “wounded healer”? It’s a powerful framework, in my experience. When therapists are willing to be honest and open and not try to come off as “expertly healed,” it can be extremely transformative. Those moments of genuine, mutual vulnerability can be so helpful in diffusing that sense of shame and isolation that brings so many people into therapy in the first place.
AB: I learned it from Rosamund. She was very open about the pain that she had experienced. It would come up in dreams sometimes where I had sensed something about her childhood, and she was very honest about saying, “Yes, in fact this happened,” or, “No, it wasn’t quite like that, but this was the way it was.” Those were moments when I felt like you really can emerge from traumatic experiences, deep losses, and come out as a person who can have a rich and full life and be able to receive other people’s pain. I say that to my students all the time.
I can’t think of anybody in my education at the Wright Institute, anybody who trained me, who was that open about their experience. In fact, I went through several years while I was a student and then shortly after of not wanting to talk to anybody about my childhood.
I was really afraid that if anybody found out some of the things that had happened to me as a child, they would think, “She can’t possibly be a therapist. Somebody with that kind of childhood turns into a Borderline”—or some other Axis II diagnosis.
So I just didn’t talk about it. I didn’t even tell people I was a poet. At that point I had two books of poems published and had won a $20,000 grant from the National Endowment for the Arts for my poetry. And I didn’t tell anybody.
DK: What were you afraid of?
AB: I was afraid that if I was known as a poet, I would have less legitimacy in their eyes as a therapist. It’s kind of amazing when I think about it now. I remember once I was at a party where there were a lot of Wright Institute people, and somebody who wasn’t from the Wright came up to me and said, “Oh, hi, I’m so-and-so. Who are you and what do you do?” I opened my mouth and started to cry because I felt like my real identity was something I had to hide and that if I had something else that I belonged to, it would take away from people’s beliefs that I could really do therapy.
When I went to take my oral licensing exam, I think it was 1990, I had a recurrent dream for weeks before I took the exam. I’ve always worn a lot of rings on my fingers, and in my dream, I had lost all my rings. It
became really clear that I was afraid that assuming the mantle of psychologist meant that I would lose what was different and kind of quirky and colorful about me, and I’d have to become this straight person.
In fact, these much straighter friends of mine had loaned me clothes to wear at the oral exam. I was going to put my hair in some kind of bun, and I was going to wear this tailored suit and a white shirt. In the end, I gave them all back and said, “I’m just going as myself.” And I passed.

Therapist Identity Disorder

DK: This hits on a fundamental problem I’ve been chewing on. You’ve been licensed for 25 years and have reached a place of integration. I’m just starting out on the path and really want to steer clear of the therapist identity box. I like therapists, I am a therapist, but I kind of got the feeling all through my training that we are expected to keep a really low-profile outside of the office. While we’re given the message that being relational or “intersubjective” is a good way to practice, we’re taught to keep a pretty tight lid on our spontaneity. I heard horror stories of people who would bring their session notes into supervision and just get creamed for any hint of getting too conversational, revealing too much about themselves, whatever. Obviously this depends on the theory of the supervisor, but enough of those kinds of stories were going around to give me the notion that all such events should, in fact, be left out of session notes.
My sense was that we were not really supposed to be in the world, that our job is to stay kind of objectified in our therapist role, and that allowing our wounded selves, our writer or activist selves, our real selves into the room or, worse yet, being seen outside of the room, constituted a great risk of some sort. But what exactly is at risk? Our privacy? The projections of our clients? Our professional legitimacy? A case could be made for these things, but I think the balance is way out of whack.
AB: That’s a really good question. At the beginning of my work as a psychotherapist, I kept my identities pushed very far apart, but as I went along, I started to devote more time to my writing. I created a little study downstairs in my house that I just used for writing, and then began to give more public readings, which I hadn’t done for a period of time. There would be fliers around Berkeley saying I was going to read, and sometimes my patients would show up at my readings.
I remember talking about that with some people who were much straighter psychologists than I was, and they were saying things like, “Well, you really shouldn’t publish if you’re a therapist. And you certainly shouldn’t give readings.” My poetry is not confessional poetry. It’s not like I talk about my father’s abuse or my mother’s depression all that much. But it certainly reveals my politics and my sense of engagement in the world and also facts of my life: I am a single person. I have two daughters. I have a granddaughter. They come into my work in one way or another.
So, short of writing under a pseudonym, which I didn’t want to do, there seemed to be nothing I could do to keep them pushed apart if I wasn’t going to stop writing altogether, which I absolutely realized I couldn’t do. If I go for several months without writing, I just don’t feel like myself. I can’t do it. If I have a core identity, if there’s any one thing that’s my core identity, it’s a poet. And being a psychotherapist is the work I do, and it’s work I love, but it’s not my core identity.
When the first translation of Rilke came out in 1995, the Book of Hours, Joanna Macy, my co-translator, and I did a bunch of public readings for that. It says right there on the flap of the book that I am a poet, a translator, and I work as a clinical psychologist and a professor at the Wright Institute. There it was all laid out. And now when I think about it, it feels so clear to me that my life as a poet informs the work I do as a therapist.
DK: How so?
AB: I think I write poetry to document my sense of engagement with the world in whatever form that takes. It may be a poem about the trees outside my window in the morning or my dog sleeping, or it may be a poem about the children in Palestine or Rwanda. Poetry is the best way I know to make sense of the world. The fact that I write and that I see as a poet is the way I make meaning of things.
In fact, I have a patient in his early 30s who is, among other things, a musician. He’s very attuned to anything artistic, although that’s not what he earns his living at, and he teases me sometimes when I say something, “That’s certainly something a poet would say.” He was referred by someone and googled me and there was all sorts of stuff about me online. These days it’s all out there. If you don’t want to go see a poet, don’t come and see me.
DK: Your clients can self-select.
AB: Exactly.
DK: Do you think having a public identity as a poet and activist has changed your work with clients?
AB: I think it has. I gave a reading some years ago as part of a group of Jewish women who were politically engaged. Grace Paley read, and it was the last time I saw her before she died. Someone came up to me afterward and said, “So, you’re really a clinical psychologist? Are you practicing?” I ended up working with her for several years.

On Love (and Torture)

DK: One thing I have appreciated about your work is that you explicitly acknowledge the importance of love in therapy. When I was in graduate school at the Wright, I remember there was a panel discussion with various clinicians on the faculty, and I asked very pointedly, “How come no one ever talks about love?” It was always “countertransference” or “compassion,” but God forbid you mention love. The responses I got were, “It’s not my job to love clients. I respect them.” Another person joked, “What about hate?” and then proceeded to actually put an article in my mailbox about “hate in the countertransference” and how love was some kind of narcissistic fantasy on the part of the therapist. It was so irritating. I wish I could find the article because I remember the author talking about how it was OK to love the theory, but not our clients.
But I think we are engaged in all manner of love. Therapy can be a profoundly loving experience on both sides, and it can be erotic and romantic and mysterious. Sure, there can also be hate, boredom, “negative countertransference,” but the avoidance of any talk about love is phobic in my opinion.
AB: It’s so true!
DK: How do you conceptualize love in psychotherapy?
AB: Wow. What a wonderful question. I’m really glad to have an opportunity to talk about it. I think it’s the basis of all of it. I really do. I think you can’t do this work without love. And I don’t just mean compassion, I mean really loving somebody.
Of course we all have some patients who are more challenging than others. I have one patient who argues with everything I say, and it can be incredibly frustrating, but if I didn’t underneath it all love that patient, I wouldn’t be able to continue doing the work. And I think you’re absolutely right, people in the field are terrified of it.
One of the arguments made by certain psychologists in the APA who justified “enhanced interrogation techniques”—AKA torture—at places like Guantanamo, was that they don’t consider psychology to be a healing profession. For them it’s a profession where one investigates the workings of the human mind and analyzes them. Therefore, one can investigate the workings of the human mind in situations of interrogation. I have a lot of trouble with that on many different levels.
DK: As you know, I wrote my dissertation about the central role psychologists played in the creation of the torture program used under the Bush Administration. Psychologists were given access to the highest levels of power during the “War on Terror,” and they turned out to be very corruptible. One of my conclusions was that this desire on the part of certain elements of the psychology profession to be legitimated through power and “hard science” is fundamentally at odds with the healing, nurturing, soft nature of this work.
AB: Yes, I think there’s a fear of being soft and compassionate and nurturing and sort of what’s traditionally thought of as feminine or maternal. There’s a desire to be taken seriously in this profession, to be seen as a serious science. The insurance companies are also setting the stage for this, with their insistence on quantifiable evidence and “empirically validated” treatments. I’m not anti-science—I love science, but we shouldn’t value it at the expense of love.
I talk to my students about love all the time. They will come to me sometimes very sheepishly and admit that they really love a particular patient of theirs. I’m not talking about them coming to me and saying, “I really want to go to bed with this person,” or, “I’m going to ask him out for coffee as soon as the therapy is over.” We are so reductionist in this culture. It’s a reflection of the incredible lack of imagination that we have reduced the word love to wanting to fuck.
DK: Sing it, sister!
AB: That love wouldn’t be a component of transformation is just unimaginable to me. I think it has to be. In my own therapy with Rosamund, there was a moment that still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. I was very, very ravaged in the first year that I was seeing her. I had an infant. I had a bad marriage, and I felt really overwhelmed. All of my own mother’s incapacity to care for me flooded back to me and made me terribly afraid that I couldn’t care for my child, my daughter.
There was one day where I didn’t know if I should be hospitalized or locked up or what, but I just felt unable to go on. I hadn’t slept in days, weeks, not just because my baby was waking up at night, but because I was really a wreck. So I called Rosamund on a Friday, and she said, “Come and see me tomorrow morning.” She didn’t see people on Saturday mornings, but I think she could hear how ravaged I was feeling. So I went to see her the next morning, and I was still just exhausted because I hadn’t slept.
And she said, “Why don’t you just lie down on my couch? I have some paperwork to do. We don’t need to talk. There’s really nothing to talk about right now. Just lie down on my couch and see if you can rest a little.” So I lay down, and she covered me with a blanket, and she stayed in the room and did some paperwork or whatever—I don’t know what she did, but I fell asleep. I napped for maybe two, two-and-a-half hours. When I woke up, she was still there in the room, and I was able to go home and feel better. That was a real turning point.

Two Souls Speaking To Each Other

DK: That’s such a profoundly loving gesture. A kind of accompaniment, a being with without having to talk or engage.
AB: It was just that. I felt sheltered and contained and held, and I hadn’t had that in my childhood from my mother—ever probably. Rosamund knew that. We didn’t need to speak about it. There didn’t need to be interpretation. At that moment I just needed some holding, and I knew it came from love. I was then able to go home and take care of my baby.
DK: I can imagine in the hands of another therapist you might have been 5150’d.
AB: I had actually called her the previous day and said, “I think I need to be hospitalized. I am so profoundly depressed—beyond depressed, agitated. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Her response was wonderful. She immediately asked, “Who’s going to pick up your daughter from daycare?” And I said, “Well, I am. I actually need to leave to pick her up in a few minutes.” And she said, “You’re far too sane to be hospitalized.” And that was that.
Love means suffering. I say to my students all the time, “You’re going to suffer from this work—if it goes badly, if someone commits suicide or gets ill and dies.” One of my patients died a few years ago. I hadn’t seen her for a few years, and I knew that she was somebody who had a heart condition, but she wasn’t much older than I am. And when I found out just by chance that she had died, I suffered, and there was really no place for my grief. I couldn’t call her family. I had never met any of them.
DK: Because there’s confidentiality after death.
AB: I didn’t even know if they knew that I was her therapist and I couldn’t legally get in touch with them. So I just had to hold it myself. Things like that happen and we’re not automatons, we’re not computers. We’re human beings.
I had one kid whom I saw for 12 years. She came to me when she was five and I was working at Children’s Hospital in Oakland, CA. She was a very intelligent, exceptional child with Asperger’s syndrome.
A year after I started working with her, her mother was diagnosed with a very serious cancer, and she hung in there for another four years, but then she died. So I saw this child from the time she was five through the time she graduated from high school and was getting ready to go away to college, and we were very, very close.
In one of our termination sessions she said, “I still can’t stand it that the person that I feel closest to in the world is my therapist. It just doesn’t feel right. It should be a friend. I should have a friend or a boyfriend or a girlfriend or somebody who’s the person I’m closest to. It shouldn’t be you.” And then she said, “It’s such a weird thing anyway, this whole therapy thing. I sort of wish you had been somebody else in my life.”
So we talked about how, if I had been her next-door neighbor or her auntie or a friend of the family, we probably wouldn’t have been able to see each other regularly. For awhile I was seeing her three times a week, then twice a week for years, and then it became once a week as we were winding down. It never would have been that regular, and it wouldn’t have been just the two of us in the room. Maybe I could’ve taken her out to the movies, but it would’ve been a totally different kind of relationship.
DK: Your attention would have been divided, for one.
AB: Exactly. So she said, “Okay. I get it. In this room, it didn’t really matter that I was your patient and you were my therapist. And it didn’t really matter that, when I met you, I was five and you were 38. And it didn’t really matter that I was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome and you weren’t. In this room, we were just two souls speaking to each other.” And I thought, “wow.”
DK: Wow.
AB: That, to me, is the work. Personally, I would so much rather see therapy considered a spiritual discipline than a scientific discipline, because I think that’s really where it is. That’s really where the work happens.
DK: I would agree. She was so articulate about naming the paradox of the therapy relationship. It really is a strange relationship. But at it’s best it’s a sacred relationship. When it works, it really works, and there’s no mistake about it. Unfortunately our culture doesn’t provide many opportunities for the kind of depth and closeness that we get in a good therapy relationship.
AB: And it’s simply not quantifiable. How do you quantify a child who begins at five with Asperger’s Syndrome, never talking to any other children in the school? Then her mother gets sick when she’s six and dies when she’s ten. How do you quantify whether that child got better or not? She says “hello” three times out of five? She makes eye contact seven times out of nine? When I was on insurance panels, those were the kinds of ways I had to report progress.
Yet when she was able to sit there and say what she said, I knew that this child had what she needed to go on with her life.

Autism

DK: This would be a good time to switch over and talk about your work with kids and with autism. I know you’ve always loved kids and been interested in treating kids, but how did you end up being interested in autism?
AB: Well, I started out doing languages and literature, and when I started preparing for graduate work in psychology, I worked with Dan Slobin and Susan Ervin-Tripp, both well-known in the world of child language development. I got very interested in how language develops and how skewed language can develop in some people, including people with autism. Then when I got to the Wright Institute, I joined a study at the Child Development Center at Children’s Hospital in Oakland where, over a period of 18 months, kids with autism were being studied. Half were on a particular medication that was supposed to enhance their social awareness, and half of them weren’t, but it was a double-blind study, so we didn’t know which kids we were working with. I was just fascinated with those kids.
This was 1980, and all of a sudden there was a burgeoning of autistic children, and the director of the Child Development Center asked me if I would be interested in setting up an autism clinic as part of my practicum. I of course said yes, and over that year worked with people on developing diagnostic criteria, and then the following year I did therapy with some kids, including the child I just mentioned. The Interpersonal World of the Infant by Daniel Stern had just come out and I ended up writing my dissertation about Asperger’s Syndrome.
If I dig a bit deeper, though, I think the reason I got involved in autism was my inability all throughout my childhood to reach my mother. She wasn’t autistic, and I wasn’t either, but there was a huge barrier, a huge wall between us.
DK: You felt like you were in a kind of autistic bubble?
AB: Yes. It took me a while to really understand that that was why I was so compelled by it.
The more superficial level was my interest in language development, but looking back, there were eight students involved in that research study, and I’m the only one who wound up seeing autistic kids all through my career. I was drawn to figuring out who is reachable and who is unreachable and how do we find each other as human beings?
DK: So you became an autism specialist.
AB: What’s happened in my practice as time has gone on is that I see children and also adults on the spectrum, mostly on the higher-functioning end, because that’s what the kind of therapy I do can treat. And the adults I see who have autism must have the capacity to take in the kind of weekly, deeply interpersonal therapy that I do. But I also see children and adults who are not on the spectrum and who are coming to explore developmental existential issues in their lives.
DK: Let’s back up for a second. What exactly is autism?
AB: The standard scientific definition is that it’s an impairment involving the child’s cognition, language, and often the child’s intelligence. At the very high-functioning end, I’ve had autistic kids with IQs in the 140s, so intelligence doesn’t always have to be impaired. I haven’t seen a recent statistic, but it used to be that 3/4 of kids diagnosed with autism were also diagnosed with at least mild mental retardation. But some of them, who used to be diagnosed with Asperger’s until the DSM-V got rid of that diagnosis in favor of “Autism Spectrum Disorder,” can be extremely intelligent.
It is essentially a pervasive developmental disability that affects the child’s capacity to function in society. Autism means “in the self,” and so the child has a hard time making attachments. Daniel Stern studied attunement and how in a normal caretaker-infant pair, the caretaker—mother, father, grandmother, whoever it happens to be—attunes to that child incredibly frequently, many, many times a minute in various ways. The baby shifts a little, so the caretaker shifts a little. The baby gets excited about something, and the mother’s voice will mimic that excitement. Generally those kinds of attunements are done cross-modally—so it’s not like the baby flaps her hands, and the mother flaps her hands. Instead he baby will flap her hands, and the mother will say, “Oh, you love these scrambled eggs!” That kind of thing.
But with autistic children, it’s much harder for them to take in information cross-modally, so they don’t feel the parent’s attunement. They don’t get attuned to. And it’s not because they don’t want to.
DK: And it’s not because the mothers are “cold.”
AB: Absolutely not. It’s more like, “this system does not translate what you’re doing into anything I can understand.” When I first started working with autistic kids, a lot of the parents had been called “refrigerator mothers.” It was their coldness or their “death wish” toward the child that was supposed to have caused the child’s autism. That was the standard psychoanalytic understanding of autism. And I think there are some practicing psychoanalysts who still see it that way.
DK: Like the schizophrenogenic mothers of people with schizophrenia?
AB: Exactly. But it’s very clear that both those disorders are biologically-based and that a parent can have a perfectly normal child and then give birth to a child who develops autism or schizophrenia. Does she really love one child and have a death wish toward the other one? I don’t think so.
DK: Do we know yet whether it’s genetic or environmental? I know there’s a theory that environmental toxins play a role. There’s a high prevalence around here in the Bay Area.
AB: When I was first studying autism, the incidence of autism was 1 in 2500. Now it’s about 1 in 66, and in the Bay Area especially there’s a huge prevalence. It’s really burgeoned over the course of my practicing in the field. I’ve watched it carefully and there’s no way that a purely genetic disorder can increase that hugely over such a short period of time. For instance, as long as we’ve been measuring schizophrenia, it seems that about 1% of the population is schizophrenic, and this is across culture, across socioeconomic status, across everything that we know.
It certainly seems as though there are more learning disabilities diagnosed now, too, and more ADHD. Whether that’s a fiction of the pharmaceutical companies remains to be studied. I think that’s certainly something worth looking into.
There’s a pediatric neurologist at Harvard named Martha Herbert who is researching the ways in which all of the neurotoxins in our environment potentiate each other. So it’s not just that there are thousands of neurotoxins, it’s that if you put this one together with these six, you are going to get something that’s way more powerful than any one of them alone.
So it may be that the huge preponderance of neurotoxins is intersecting with some genetic predispositions so that this child will develop autism from these neurotoxins and this other child might develop epilepsy or Tourette’s or anxiety or learning disabilities or maybe nothing. We don’t know for sure, but if I had to stake my career on it, I would say that there’s no question that the environment is involved in this.
DK: I’ve heard a couple of people say that the higher rates of autism in the Bay Area are either due to the fact that people didn’t know about it back when, so it wasn’t being diagnosed, or that this is where the tech boom happened and there’s a huge number of tech geniuses on the autism spectrum here having kids with one another.
AB: Well, the first claim I can throw out immediately. You see a kid who’s flapping his arms and not making any kind of eye contact, and who’s talking in this professorial way and doesn’t care whether anyone is listening or not—don’t tell me that nobody noticed this kid 20 years ago. Maybe they were just called weird kids, but come on, if they were there, they would have been noticed.
The second claim is more compelling. It could be that there are more Asperger types in Silicon Valley. I’ve certainly seen some in my practice who have gone in that direction and are making hundreds of thousands of dollars straight out of an engineering program in a university. They’re drawn to that kind of work. So if indeed there is a genetic component, then a high concentration of these folks all in once place would certainly make having kids on the autism spectrum more likely. But beyond genetics, how are they going to raise their kids? If they can’t relate well with other people, then they’re not going to be super related with their kids. Unless they have partners who are able to compensate for that, the kids are going to be raised with that kind of relational style.
If we think of what we do as a “hard science,” then we’re driven to push these folks into categories. But I think there’s such an intersection of environment—and by that I don’t mean just the physical environment, but the psychological environment that a child is raised in—and the child’s biology. And the family environment is different for each child.
DK: You mean how children develop differently in the same family?
AB: I once saw a family that had eight kids, and I saw several children within the family individually, as well as the family as a whole. The three older ones had been sexually abused by the father, who was in prison, and they had in turn abused the five kids younger than them.
One of those kids developed schizophrenia. I don’t know how much the schizophrenia was triggered by what had happened to him. One of them was so emotionally fragile and had such a severe anxiety disorder that she went to live in a group home. Three of those kids wound up going to college and making really interesting lives for themselves. And one of them had chosen at about 12 to go and live with her best friend’s family, who were highly-functional, wonderful and generous. So she was raised from age 12 on by a good family. She had the resources to go and seek that out and her sibling, a year younger, ended up in a group home. Why? We really don’t know. They both came from the same family environment.
Some things can look neurological and certainly be neurological which then, when the environment shifts, can be lifted. My own granddaughter had tics through her late-middle childhood, and when things shifted in her family, the tics disappeared. So were they neurologically based? They were tics rather than something else, but could they be altered by a better environment and more happiness? It seems to have been the case.
DK: So the environment can both trigger a latent illness and also resolve it.
AB: Right.
DK: Can you describe what standard autism treatment is and what you do that is or isn’t different from that treatment?
AB: Well, in the old days, they used to put an autistic kid on an electrified floor and apply electric shocks until the child performed certain behaviors.
DK: No way. You’re lying.
AB: I’m not kidding.
DK: When was this?
AB: This was in 1950s, and I think it went on for a while. There was a guy named Ivar Lovaas at UCLA who developed it.
DK: It reminds me of the experiments Martin Seligman did with dogs. Shock treatments that created his theory of learned helplessness.
AB: These days standard autism treatment is cognitive behavioral therapy and social skills groups, where you learn particular formulas for social skills.
DK: Like when somebody asks you for something, you say—
AB: “No, thank you” or “Please” or “Hello, my name is Henry. What is your name? What school do you go to?”
DK: So, how to look normal.
AB: Right. What I do with autistic kids instead is I try to enter their world. I try to help them express themselves. I work with my dog in the room, and he is a really good co-therapist, especially with kids whose verbal ability is not so great. They get a lot of physical comfort from holding him.
My work with autistic children is not all that different from the way I work with non-autistic kids, except that it’s harder to reach them and they’re not as reciprocal.

Throwing Marbles

DK: What are some general principles about treating kids on the autism spectrum? How does therapy look with them?
AB: The most important thing for a child on the spectrum is for them to be able to experience that somebody else is sharing their world. The loneliness that they feel, the terrible isolation, and the desperation they feel ends up creating their symptoms. So a parent will bring a child in and say, “He’s shrieking, and he’s up all night long and jumping around the house and repeating learned lines from TV commercials instead of talking about his day at school.”
All of it is the attempt of a child with a big fault in neurotransmitters to reach other human beings, because I think that’s what we all want to do. We all want to be connected. So what I try to do is to enter a child’s world in whatever way I can. Whatever level of functioning they’re at, that’s my biggest guiding principle.
DK: Can you give an example?
AB: I had a woman who brought her 2 1/2-year-old to see me, and she lived somewhere far away like Fresno, so she basically got up at five in the morning and got her kid to my office and then took her home, and that was her day. Because of that, we had agreed that we would only do six sessions. The mother herself was a physician, highly articulate, highly intelligent, highly trained, and she didn’t know what to do with her kid, who was totally nonverbal. She seemed nonresponsive and unable to take in anything that this mother was giving her, and the mother didn’t know whether to institutionalize her or what. She was in a very desperate place when she came to see me.
At the first session I had with this child, I have a basket of marbles, and she took a handful of marbles and threw them across the room. So I did the same thing.
When I work with kids that young, I am constantly trying to interpret to the parent what it is that I’m doing with their child so that the parent can do it, because they’re the one that’s with them all day. And I’m trying to interpret to them also what I see happening with their child, because sometimes they don’t see it.
The kid threw another handful of marbles, so I did too, and after not very long, she began looking at me. And her mother was saying, “She’s making eye contact with you. She never makes eye contact.” And then I thought, let me try to enlarge this a little bit. So I made a little noise while I was throwing the marbles—and she did too. That was session one.
The next four sessions, we continued to do things like that, where she saw that I could enter her world. And I kept saying to her mother, “Look. She does this when I do that. Maybe you could do some of this at home.” We played with different materials. We played with water. We played with sand. I took her into the garden at my therapy office, and she liked playing with the dirt. It wasn’t sophisticated play—we weren’t feeding the baby doll or anything like that. It was sort of infant-level play and infant-level communication, and I just gathered a sense of where she was and what she was feeling and went as close into that as I could.
In our last session, I made a number of recommendations to the mother. I don’t know how much receptive language this child actually had—she certainly had no expressive language—but somewhere in her body she absolutely understood that it was the last session.
So we went out in the garden, and she was sort of recapitulating a lot of the things that we had done together. In the garden outside of my therapy office, there’s a little fountain that doesn’t have any water in it anymore, but has pebbles in it. She took those pebbles and threw them down the path and I went and chased them. She was all excited to make me go do something. And then I did the same for her, and she went and did it. We were doing reciprocal play, where the child had never done anything reciprocal. And the mother was saying that, at home, she was also doing more reciprocal play.
At one point, she did it in a particular sort of winsome way. As she was running, she threw the pebbles and then she made a gesture to let me know that she wanted to go chase them. I thought, “That’s so cool,” and intuitively I just put my hand on her back as she was running, to pat her and say, “Good girl. That’s great.” And for the rest of the session, on and off, this child kept touching the place on her back that I had touched.
As she left and I said goodbye to her and goodbye to her mother, she touched that place on her back, and it was like, “I’m taking you with me. This is how I’m taking you with me. I know this is the last time.” It was so poignant and amazing. The whole thing was as nonverbal as it could get, but it was right there at the level of feeling. It was like letting her know that, regardless of her skewed neurology, it was possible for another person to enter her world, to share her experience, for somebody to touch her back in tenderness and love. It was like we were saying, “I may not see you again, but I know this happened between us.”
DK: That’s such a beautiful story.
AB: It was amazing. The sad thing is I never found out what happened after that.

Parenting Children with Autism

DK: It sounds like you do a lot of work with the parents also. Is that right?
AB: I do a lot of work with the parents. It’s hard to be the parent of an autistic child because you don’t get a lot of the usual rewards. One of the things that makes it possible to be a parent is it’s very rewarding. Sometimes it’s horrible, of course, but it usually becomes rewarding at some point in the not-too-distant future. But with an autistic child, you don’t get a lot of feedback that what you’re doing is working, so a lot of parents lose confidence and they also grieve.
What’s going to happen to their kid when they’re an adult? It’s cute to be an eight-year-old autistic kid; it’s not so cute to be a 27-year-old autistic person. How are they going to make a living? How are they going to survive? What’s going to happen to them when the parents die? I do a lot of work with the parents around their grief over their autistic children and also around accepting that this is the child they have and that he may not be “normal,” he may not do the things that other kids will do, but it’s possible for this child to have fulfillment.
DK: And for the parent to have fulfillment?
AB: Yes, absolutely.
DK: I was just imagining the anxiety and the sense of frustration that the mother must have felt. Driving all the way from Fresno, feeling desperate to make some kind of connection with her child. Finally she makes eye contact with you, makes some emotional contact with you. I imagine that what you were modeling for her was just a profound patience and non-worry, along with a great deal of curiosity.
AB: Right, exactly.
DK: My sense is that that would be so hard for a parent. They must have so much anxiety and shame around their desire for their kids to be different than they are.
AB: It’s a profound, profound feeling of helplessness. I’m actually working on a novel about an autistic child, narrated by her older sister, who isn’t autistic. At the beginning of the novel, the autistic child is quite profoundly autistic, nonverbal. She becomes verbal later, a little bit like the kid I was describing before, but the sister really wishes that her little sister would die. She wishes that she would get lost. The little sister constantly escapes, and the older sister wishes that she would escape one day and never come back. It’s totally understandable, and parents sometimes feel that as well.
It’s so important to legitimize those feelings for parents. When you can’t reach a child and the child is driving you crazy because he is up all night and screaming half the day— it’s so understandable why parents would feel so frustrated and unhappy with their kids.

Deconstructing the American Dream

DK: Autism seems like a disease with a somewhat limited cure rate. There’s of course people like Temple Grandin, who was able to come out of her autistic shell with a great deal of help from her mom, but that’s kind of unusual right?
AB: In some ways that’s true. I see one boy in my practice now who is in his senior year in high school. And when he was a young child, he didn’t have language. It used to be that not having language before five was a pretty bad prognosis. But this kid is amazing. He’s getting straight As in high school. He’s a genius. I’ve never beaten him in a game of Chess or Scrabble. And as a linguist I’m really good at Scrabble!
I think he’s going to have a pretty good life, so the prognosis was wrong. But on the other hand, relationships with other people, fulfillment in any kind of way that is not sort of limited to technology? Probably not. He’ll be better off in that regard than many people with autism, but not like somebody who doesn’t have autism.
DK: So is some of your work with him then about depathologizing this aspect of his reality? Not trying to get him to become “normal” and push him to date and such, but instead redefining a meaningful life in terms that are meaningful to him?
AB: Yes, exactly, and also working with the parents of these kids to help them accept that they are going to have a different way of being happy than their kid who doesn’t have autism, and that it’s really not about following a formula, but about finding what turns them on.
If what turns their kid on is sitting in his room and trying to develop a videogame, fabulous. If he finds joy in that, why not? Why send him out to be on the football team and hold that as the criterion for social success, or having 60 friends? All of us have different ways of being happy. Despite feminism and everything else, there’s still one formula for happiness in this culture that looms above all others.
DK: Married with kids and money.
AB: Exactly. And if you don’t follow that formula, by those standards, you’re a failure. So for the people I work with who have autism, the most painful thing for them is that they don’t have that. They haven’t been able to accomplish the American success formula. It’s important to help them see that despite that, they can have fulfillment in their lives.
DK: In other words, deconstructing the American dream.
AB: Yes!
DK: I don’t treat people with autism, although I’ve worked with a couple of people on the spectrum. But I feel like deconstructing the American dream is standard practice for me. That unattainable, glossy life haunts almost everyone in one way or another.
AB: It’s so true. This is a culture that is so based on the Protestant work ethic and the Calvinist idea of individual responsibility that, if somebody hasn’t “made it,” they believe they are personally responsible.
DK: Particularly since the economy tanked, a lot of people are struggling just to get by and it’s amazing how people personalize failures that are clearly not their fault.
AB: They take it so personally and feel so ashamed. It’s important to say, “Hold on a minute. Take a look at what happened over the last decade, where our tax dollars have gone, who is being bailed out and who is having their food stamps taken away”
DK: But even for people who have a lot of material wealth, they suffer a great deal because they feel that since they have “made it,” they should be happy, because material success brings happiness, right?
AB: I once worked for a couple of years with a person who was going to inherit a huge amount of money and already was living on a trust fund. This person had the kind of money that people dream will make them happy. And I really got an eye into the unhappiness that can exist despite huge amounts of money.
DK: The American dream ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
AB: It sure isn’t.
DK: Well, it’s been a delight to talk with you today. Thank you so much for sharing your wisdom.
AB: It was my pleasure. Thank you.

Poem

AB: Questro muroQuando mi vide star pur fermo e duro / turbato un poco disse: “Or vedi figlio:/ tra Beatrice e te e questo muro.”

(When he [Virgil] saw me standing there unmoving, he was a bit disturbed and said, “No look, son, between Beatrice and you there is this wall.”)

—Dante, Purgatorio XXVII

You will come at a turning of the trail
to a wall of flame

After the hard climb & the exhausted dreaming

you will come to a place where he
with whom you have walked this far
will stop, will stand

beside you on the treacherous steep path
& stare as you shiver at the moving wall, the flame

that blocks your vision of what
comes after. And that one
who you thought would accompany you always,

who held your face
tenderly a little while in his hands—
who pressed the palms of his hands into drenched grass
& washed from your cheeks the soot, the tear-tracks—

he is telling you now
that all that stands between you
& everything you have known since the beginning

is this: this wall. Between yourself
& the beloved, between yourself & your joy,
the riverbank swaying with wildflowers, the shaft

of sunlight on the rock, the song.
Will you pass through it now, will you let it consume

whatever solidness this is
you call your life, & send
you out, a tremor of heat,

a radiance, a changed
flickering thing?

—Anita Barrows

Diana Fosha on Accelerated Experiential-Dynamic Psychotherapy (AEDP)

“What You Think is Impossible, You're Actually Already Doing”

Polly Ely: Diana, welcome. As a devotee and student of Accelerated Experiential-Dynamic Psychotherapy (AEDP), I’m so happy to have this opportunity to interview you. Because AEDP is still pretty new to the world of psychotherapy, could you begin by explaining a bit about it?
Diana Fosha: Well, to begin with, unlike most models of psychotherapy that proceed from psychopathology—that start from what’s wrong and very reasonably want to go about fixing and healing it—one of the core characteristics of AEDP is that it assumes healing is already there to access from the first contact with the patient, including the most traumatized person that we encounter. It proceeds from the assumption of healing as a process and healing as a phenomenon—something to be entrained and engaged.

And we’re an experiential treatment, so whether we’re working with healing or attachment or emotion or what have you, we’re not so much interested in the narrative or people’s stories about it as much we’re interested in helping people drop down as much as we can into their experience and exploring the experience.
PE: In terms of “dropping down,” are there particular components or interventions that feel most relevant to AEDP that allow for that to occur?
DF: One of the things that’s characteristic of AEDP is to make the most of what’s there before trying to work with what’s not there or what’s maladaptive. So even when dropping down, if we see little glimmers of greater contact with the body, we would try to focus in on that little glimmer and enlarge it. I think more than anything else the stance is, “You’re already doing it so let’s just do more of it.”
PE: So you’re trying to amplify it, stretch it out, do more.
DF: Make you aware that what you think is impossible you’re actually already doing.

“I Don’t Have Any Feelings”

PE: So when you talk about greater contact with the body, how might you proceed with bringing something to life by making contact with the body in some way that traditional psychotherapists or eclectic psychotherapists might not feel as comfortable doing?
DF: Well, I’ll just say what we would do in AEDP and let other people judge whether it’s what they do or don’t do. For instance, the last person that I worked with was a man with a huge trauma history and a lot of disassociation. He walks in and he is telling me about some severe illness in a parent, and I ask him how he feels about it, and he says, “I don’t have any feelings.” So my question to him is, “What are you aware of?” And he becomes aware of a kind of subtle sensation in his chest—and that becomes our entry point. So we stay with that and I ask, “What does it feel like?”

“Well, it’s tense and it’s sort of a little dense.”

“Is it pleasant? Is it unpleasant?”

Over the course of a period of time, we really stay with what’s in his chest, which turns out to have all sorts of qualities of heaviness and pain—it’s a painful sensation. So before you know it, here I am with this incredibly intellectualized, supposedly in-his-head patient, talking completely in the language of sensation.
We’re no longer talking content. We’re no longer talking narrative. We’re speaking this kind of right-brain language.
We’re no longer talking content. We’re no longer talking narrative. We’re speaking this kind of right-brain language. He’s touching his chest with his hand as he’s palpating the spot where he’s experiencing this, and he’s starting to notice all these shifts and fluctuations, which are very much occurring in the moment. So within a few minutes, we had sort of “dropped down.”
PE: Dropped down and undone some belief about him not having any feelings?
DF: Right. Or that he’s all in his head or that he has an impossible time accessing his feelings.
PE: I see. So you’re developing capabilities and his belief in those capabilities, too.
DF: Over time, yes, absolutely
PE: So when I think about that—what’s happening in the body—how do we tie that to either the intellect or the story that they’re coming in with about whatever their perceived problem is? How might that be an inroad to the problem?
DF: Oh good question, because, of course, he’s not coming in because he has this subtle sensation in his chest; he’s coming in for a variety of issues and we’re just using it as an example. But really as we’re able to get more body-based and right-brained as a way of speaking about these kinds of phenomena, he and I are also having an interaction and we’re noticing what goes smoothly and flows and what’s difficult; what brings him closer and what makes him more distant?

And as we’re evoking what the pain is about or the sensation and what happens when I empathize, associations start to come up. “Did you ever have this kind of feeling? What comes to your mind about what this feeling may be telling you?” That becomes a way in, a much deeper way than telling the story or narrative. And eventually, the goal is to bring it all together—to bring it to a place where we can integrate experience with narrative, with understanding, with some sense of how his experience is linked to whatever issues he was having in his past.
PE: Sounds almost like you’re bypassing the thinking mind by calling on associations from that place in the chest that you’re talking about.
DF: I think that’s very much the case; or we’re trying to do that in the earlier part of the process, where we want to get experiential, construct something from the bottom up. In other words, not with preset preconceptions, beliefs, narrative coherence, but to let the story emerge from the kinds of experiences that are getting generated in the therapy. And then once we’ve worked with that, then we’re putting together basically a new narrative.

The Origins of AEDP

PE: What are the origins of AEDP? Did it spring forth from another model or did it come from your own curiosities about psychotherapy and what works?
DF: That’s an excellent question. I think the easiest way to answer that question is to tell you a little bit about my personal trajectory. My own training and development as a clinician was very psychoanalytic, psychodynamic and also developmental.
At the time I felt uncomfortable with the length of traditional psychoanalysis and its relatively cavalier attitude towards effectiveness and results.
At the time I felt uncomfortable with the length of traditional psychoanalysis and its relatively cavalier attitude towards effectiveness and results. So when I came across short-term dynamic psychotherapy in the work of David Malan and others, I was very excited because it seemed to be a way of working that preserved some of the depth. The analytic way of working, but at the same time, it was short-term, it was intensive. And the effectiveness of the treatment was one of the measures.

So I trained in a particular form of short-term dynamic psychotherapy developed by a clinician named Habib Davanloo, who developed a very intensive and very confrontational model of short-term dynamic psychotherapy. That was my early training and the first exposure I had to viscerally-based, deep feelings and emotions being systematically accessed in a relatively short period of time.

However, that way of working was confrontational; there’s a fair amount of stuff around aggression, which was not ideally suited to my personality or my way of understanding what’s needed in treatment. So from that point forth it became my personal goal to access the phenomena that I witnessed and learned in short-term dynamic psychotherapy and have things that are as visceral and as powerful and as transformative, but proceed from a place of being with the patient, rather than from a place of confrontation.

My other goal was to have a coherent theory for these amazing transformative phenomena. And I thought psychoanalysis, as marvelous as it is, didn’t have a good explanation of why the hell these phenomena were transformative in the moment.

You know, you start a session, you access this experiential phenomena, and 15 minutes later or half an hour later you’re in a, very different, transformed place. So it became important for me to try to have a theory that really reflected the phenomena of experiential psychotherapy. And over time AEDP, with both its theory and its practice, started to develop.

Resistance vs. Transformance

PE: You talk a lot of about transformation and for me, as a student, transformation is a word that was fairly new to me in the context of psychotherapy until I came upon AEDP. It just wasn’t a term that I ran across in my own training. I’m thinking about the word “transformance,” which is a term that you coined. It’s an important term and concept in the language of AEDP. Would you be willing to share a bit about its meaning?
DF: Well, it’s this idea of healing from the get-go—of healing not just being an outcome but a process that exists within each person that emerges in conditions of safety. That idea is not new to AEDP; it exists in spiritual traditions; it exists in humanistic therapies; it exists in some other existential therapies.
Whereas resistance is the conservative force in the psyche that causes us to resist changes or challenges, transformance is the force in the psyche that’s moving towards growth and expansion and transformation.
But still, our language tends to be very psychopathology-based, so that it seemed to me that a term was needed in our therapeutic lexicon to capture this notion of healing from within that we’re trying to tap. I coined the word “transformance” to capture that force and to have it be in counterpoint with resistance. So, whereas resistance is the conservative force in the psyche that causes us to resist changes or challenges, transformance is the force in the psyche that’s moving towards growth and expansion and transformation.
PE: I know for myself that one of the key elements of being an AEDP therapist is videotaping our work. What feels most important to you about that? It has some obvious teaching potential but I wonder if there’s more to it that you believe contributes to the process?
DF: I think it’s very much this emphasis on experience and phenomena and being able to witness firsthand the actual, live interaction. When a student comes to me for supervision, I’m not hearing his or her rendition of what happened. We’re having an experience together, witnessing what happened on video. It’s a huge help for the therapist because there’s no way that one can, in the moment, have access to the multiplicity of things that are happening in any given moment. So there’s this component of being able, after the fact, to look and look again and again and again, which is a beautiful way of learning about the richness that’s there.

Meta Processing

PE: Going back and looking at my work has been a huge place of growth for me as a therapist, and layers of new understanding emerge each time I watch a session. As I become more sophisticated in my understanding of what I’m doing, I’m able to notice more about the experience in the moment with my patients.

One area that is very key to AEDP that has been a struggle for me and where I’ve stretched a lot is around the idea of doing meta processing with the patient. Could you talk some about how you define meta processing and its value and why we, as therapists, may want to consider doing meta processing with our patients?
DF: Meta processing is huge and I think it’s one of the more important contributions that AEDP has made to the field of psychotherapy. I can explain it best by using a scenario. Let’s take somebody who comes in with depression and is feeling sort of sluggish or hopeless or whatever aspect of depression they have. And as a result of doing a piece of work—maybe it involves mourning—30 minutes later the depression lifts. They have a somewhat new perspective. They start to have a little bit of confidence in their own capacity to be effective in the world, right?
PE: Okay.
DF: So the depression lifts and the person starts to feel some efficacy. Well, at that point for us, what we want to do is process
PE: In that session.
DF: Right there in that session. What happened that allowed them to come in feeling lousy and now, half an hour later, they’re feeling more energized or more effective? So we then go through the experience.

The reason it’s called meta processing is that we’re processing the experience of what’s therapeutic about therapy. So—meta therapy. We might start to explore with the patient, “So you’re saying that you’re feeling better. And you have a sense that maybe you can be more effective. What’s that like? What does that feel like?” In the same way that we would explore what the sadness felt like or what grief feels like or what heaviness feels like. Now we’re beginning to explore what does energy feel like? What does vitality feel like? What’s it like that you and I, through talking together and doing this piece of work together, ended up here when we started back there? So that all these experiences that are quite implicit start to become more explicit, and then we’re doing another round of experiential exploration.
PE: So the next round is kind of concretizing what was learned in those first 40 minutes?
DF: Yeah. That’s a beautiful way of saying it. Concretizing, solidifying, increasing awareness, and consolidating it.
PE: And is that something that you expect your therapists to do every session?
DF: Well, we think about it in the following way: we have “Big-M” meta processing and “Small-M” meta processing. And “Big-M” meta processing is when you’ve had an experience like the one we’ve talked about—a very definite change for the better as a result of doing a piece of psychotherapeutic work. Whereas “Small M” meta processing is when there is a tiny little shift. The patient says something, you make a remark, and maybe tears come to their eyes because they feel understood. It’s not that you’ve worked for half an hour and you’ve done a whole process; it’s been one little exchange. “When I said that, it seemed to have moved you. What’s that like for you? What happened?” That’s a little meta processing. But it doesn’t have to be positive. It can be negative. Let’s say you say something and you see the patient sort of turn away or advert their eyes. So there’s been a very specific moment, a little change. We want to zero in on that and not have preconceived ideas about what it means. It doesn’t matter. The point is for the therapist to really get inside the patient’s experience, in a precise way.

So that’s how we use the meta processing and it’s probably accurate to say that rarely does an AEDP session go by without several instances of either “Small-M” or “Big-M” meta processing.

Existing in the Heart and Mind of Another

PE: I’ve been asked a few times if there’s any research that supports the accelerated outcomes of AEDP. How do you answer that question?
DF: That’s a very good question. There are about five research projects that are currently in the works on various aspects of AEDP—on outcome, meta processing, the nature of the changes that people experience as a result of AEDP training—but there are many, many components of AEDP that have been researched in the context of other experiential models. So while we have no research on meta processing or on dyadic affect regulation—because nobody else has done it—there’s infancy research that shows that mother/baby dyads where there’s effective affect regulation are the dyads that produce the most resilient babies. We have developmental research that shows that working with the feeling of existing in the heart and mind of another, which is a phrase we use that relates to attachment, is a huge aspects of resilience in the face of trauma.

There’s a lot of experiential research in the field of trauma that shows that processing previously unbearable emotions through to completion in a safe environment is one of the factors that leads patients to both stay in treatment and have better outcomes on some of the interpersonal measures. So many pieces of AEDP have quite strong empirical validation. The last piece comes from what AEDP shares with short-term dynamic psychotherapy, which shows that when you get past defenses and when patients and therapists are in close contact with core emotions, that contributes significantly to good outcomes. There’s a whole literature on that.
PE: You mentioned a few minutes ago how therapists report being impacted by working with this model. Can you say more about how their lives changed or their own personal processes changed?
DF: That’s a beautiful question. I would actually love to turn it back around and hear what your experience has been.
PE: Well, it has sort of paralleled my own deepening and ability to understand myself and where my defenses lie and where breakthroughs occur for me. It’s such a big question because, as I deepen in my understanding of AEDP, I see a natural transformation in who I am as a human being with other people; how I do in relationships with other people. How much vitality and life I feel within myself on a moment-to-moment basis and just how well I recover and how resilient I become. Without sounding like I’m proselytizing, I feel pretty transformed by it, to be perfectly honest.
DF: I appreciate your saying that. It’s a beautiful answer and people often speak of the parallel process in terms of their own transformation and deepening. I think that one of the other aspects is the gratitude that people experience at the generosity of the community. In the same way that we do therapy with affirmation and empathy and focusing on what people already do, the AEDP community is a very affirming, supportive community.

Especially for people who have had a lot of experience having to steel themselves against criticisms. You can certainly learn with a lot of harsh feedback, but I think the sense of learning through deepening, while being held and being in resonance with others; learning to pay attention to what gives you energy and vitality and what saps your energy and vitality and bringing that into the work—these are things that people are profoundly grateful for.

People have often said that they have a sense of coming home, which is very moving to me.
Way before they became professionals trained in fancy models and systems of interventions, there was just some intuitive sense of wanting to be with people and help them—some sense of hope and generativity that very often gets trained out of people in graduate school.
Way before they became professionals trained in fancy models and systems of interventions, there was just some intuitive sense of wanting to be with people and help them—some sense of hope and generativity that very often gets trained out of people in graduate school. People learn techniques and learn models and become very competent, but lose contact with some of that kind of naïve but very core sense of what it takes to heal in the presence of another. There’s something about AEDP that really draws on those innate processes by which we connect and heal and need to be with one another that lets people feel more alive.
PE: The word that comes to mind for me is “sustainable.”
DF: Yes, something about it allows you to sustain rather than burn out, and feel actually fed by it.

Men Get a Bum Rap

PE: I know recently you did some work around the differences between working with men and women and I’m wondering if there’s anything about that you’re excited about and would like to share.
DF: You know, I’ve really felt that men, to be perfectly honest, were getting sort of a bum rap in the world of emotion focused therapy. I have a colleague who sees couples and the typical set up was that the woman dragged their male partners in and they came because they didn’t want to lose the relationship. But they would always be revealed in the therapy as cut off from their emotions and not therefore able to use the couple’s therapy, so my colleague would send the men to me for individual therapy. These men would come in with their tails between their legs and feeling sort of sheepish or defensive or alienated. And when, in AEDP fashion, I’d look for the glimmer of what’s resilient or what’s healing or what’s transformance based and reflect back to them sensitivity or care or empathy, it was such a mind-blowing experience because they were so used to being told everything that they do wrong.

It was in that kind of informal way that I got interested in what happens to men in psychotherapy, especially in emotion- or relationally-based psychotherapy, because AEDP is so attachment- and emotion-based. So I actually went to do some neuroscience research and there’s a tremendous amount of the neuroscience research on sex difference and affect regulation.

And surprise, surprise, all the stuff that standup comics and guys in bars and girlfriends speaking to each other talk about—you know, everybody’s so-called stereotypes of the other gender—have some bearing in neuroscience.

PE: Which ones stand out to you?
DF: Well there are some real differences in how male and female brains process emotion. One of the main characteristics of male brains is that they’re actually more emotional—counter to stereotype—and have more right-brain activation than women, but that more visceral, raw sense of emotion is not as linked with language, so that modulation of emotion is much more problematic in men. Whereas connectivity in the brains of women is much more evenly distributed in the left and right brain, so that everything is much more connected for women. Under extreme emotional activation, language sort of goes off screen for men.
So it’s not that men don’t have feelings; they have tremendous, tremendous emotion, but the capacity to articulate is different.
So it’s not that men don’t have feelings; they have tremendous, tremendous emotion, but the capacity to articulate is different. And then there’s all this backlash in terms of shame and feeling inadequate for not being able to have an emotional conversation.
PE: That’s such an empathic way to be with men who are experiencing some trouble with expressing themselves.
DF: Yes, and I’ll tell you one other fascinating one, which has to do with face recognition. There’s an area in the brain that’s devoted to face recognition and women are superior to men in face recognition in all conditions, across the board. Under stress, women’s face recognition gets better and men’s face recognition gets worse. In stress-based literature they say that under stress, men’s sympathetic nervous system—the fight-flight response—is activated. For women, what’s activated under the same kind of threatening conditions is the limbic system and what’s been called the “tend and befriend.”

We women reach out, seek, and offer care. Reaching out to others means better face recognition, right? Presumably, evolutionarily speaking, the more you can recognize a face, you can recognize friend, foe, nurturer, etc. Whereas under stress, men sort of go inside, get strong, get into fight or flight, and are more isolated. It’s like the focus is on action and the face recognition drops off. So those are two things that seemed to me to bear very directly on our work, whether we’re working with individuals or couples.

PE: What are your suggestions for people who are interested in learning about or getting involved in AEDP?
DF: The first thing would be to visit the website, www.AEDPinstitute.com which is a focal point for the community and a way to just find out something about the model. We’ve got videos, presentations, downloadable articles, and trainings with different members of the faculty. You can also find out where trainings in various parts of the country are.
PE: Thank you so much for taking the time to discuss your work.
DF: Thank you.

The Spinoza Problem: An Excerpt

Prologue

Spinoza has long intrigued me, and for years I’ve wanted to write about this valiant seventeenth-century thinker, so alone in the world—without a family, without a community—who authored books that truly changed the world. He anticipated secularization, the liberal democratic political state, and the rise of natural science, and he paved the way for the Enlightenment. The fact that he was excommunicated by the Jews at the age of twenty-four and censored for the rest of his life by the Christians had always fascinated me, perhaps because of my own iconoclastic proclivities. And this strange sense of kinship with Spinoza was strengthened by the knowledge that Einstein, one of my first heroes, was a Spinozist. When Einstein spoke of God, he spoke of Spinoza’s God—a God entirely equivalent to nature, a God that includes all substance, and a God “that doesn’t play dice with the universe”—by which he means that everything that happens, without exception, follows the orderly laws of nature.

I also believe that Spinoza, like Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, on whose lives and philosophy I have based two earlier novels, wrote much that is highly relevant to my field of psychiatry and psychotherapy—for example, that ideas, thoughts, and feelings are caused by previous experiences, that passions may be studied dispassionately, that understanding leads to transcendence—and I wished to celebrate his contributions through a novel of ideas.

But how to write about a man who lived such a contemplative life marked by so few striking external events? He was extraordinarily private, and he kept his own person invisible in his writing. I had none of the material that ordinarily lends itself to narrative—no family dramas, no love affairs, jealousies, curious anecdotes, feuds, spats, or reunions. He had a large correspondence, but after his death his colleagues followed his instructions and removed almost all personal comments from his letters. No, not much external drama in his life: most scholars regard Spinoza as a placid and gentle soul—some compare his life to that of Christian saints, some even to Jesus.

So I resolved to write a novel about his inner life. That was where my personal expertise might help in telling Spinoza’s story. After all, he was a human being and therefore must have struggled with the same basic human conflicts that troubled me and the many patients I’ve worked with over the decades. He must have had a strong emotional response to being excommunicated, at the age of twenty-four, by the Jewish community in Amsterdam—an irreversible edict that ordered every Jew, including his own family, to shun him forever. No Jew would ever again speak to him, have commerce with him, read his words, or come within fifteen feet of his physical presence. And of course no one lives without an inner life of fantasies, dreams, passions, and a yearning for love. About a fourth of Spinoza’s major work, Ethics, is devoted to “overcoming the bondage of the passions.” As a psychiatrist, I felt convinced that he could not have written this section unless he had experienced a conscious struggle with his own passions.

Yet I was stumped for years because I could not find the story that a novel requires—until a visit to Holland five years ago changed everything. I had come to lecture and, as part of my compensation, requested and was granted a “Spinoza day.” The secretary of the Dutch Spinoza Association and a leading Spinoza philosopher agreed to spend a day with me visiting all the important Spinoza sites—his dwellings, his burial place, and, the main attraction, the Spinoza Museum in Rijnsburg. It was there I had an epiphany.

I entered the Spinoza Museum in Rijnsburg, about a forty-five-minute drive from Amsterdam, with keen anticipation, looking for—what? Perhaps an encounter with the spirit of Spinoza. Perhaps a story. But entering the museum, I was immediately disappointed. I doubted that this small, sparse museum could bring me closer to Spinoza. The only remotely personal items were the 151 volumes of Spinoza’s own library, and I turned immediately to them. My hosts permitted me free access, and I picked up one seventeenth-century book after another, smelling and holding them, thrilled to touch objects that had once been touched by Spinoza’s hands.

But my reverie was soon interrupted by my host: “Of course, Dr. Yalom, his possessions—bed, clothes, shoes, pens and books—were auctioned off after his death to pay funeral expenses. The books were sold and scattered far and wide, but fortunately, the notary made a complete list of those books prior to the auction, and over two hundred years later a Jewish philanthropist reassembled most of the same titles, the same editions from the same years and cities of publication. So we call it Spinoza’s library, but it’s really a replica. His fingers never touched these books.”

I turned away from the library and gazed at the portrait of Spinoza hanging on the wall and soon felt myself melting into those huge, sad, oval, heavy-lidded eyes, almost a mystical experience—a rare thing for me. But then my host said, “You may not know this, but that’s not really Spinoza’s likeness. It’s merely an image from some artist’s imagination, derived from a few lines of written description. If there were drawings of Spinoza made during his lifetime, none have survived.”

Maybe a story about sheer elusiveness, I wondered.

While I was examining the lens-grinding apparatus in the second room—also not his own equipment, the museum placard stated, but equipment similar to it—I heard one of my hosts in the library room mention the Nazis.

I stepped back into the library. “What? The Nazis were here? In this museum?”

“Yes—several months after the blitzkrieg of Holland, the ERR troops drove up in their big limousines and stole everything—the books, a bust, and a portrait of Spinoza—everything. They carted it all away, then sealed and expropriated the
museum.”

“ERR? What do the letters stand for?”

“Einsatzstab Reichsleiter Rosenberg. The taskforce of Reich leader Rosenberg—that’s Alfred Rosenberg, the major Nazi anti-Semitic ideologue. He was in charge of looting for the Third Reich, and under Rosenberg’s orders, the ERR plundered all of Europe—first, just the Jewish things and then, later in the war, anything of value.”

“So then these books are twice removed from Spinoza?” I asked. “You mean that books had to be purchased again and the library reassembled a second time?”

“No—miraculously these books survived and were returned here after the war with just a few missing copies.”

“Amazing!” There’s a story here, I thought. “But why did Rosenberg even bother with these books in the first place? I know they have some modest value—being seventeenth-century and older—but why didn’t they just march into the Amsterdam Rijksmuseum and pluck a single Rembrandt worth fifty times this whole collection?”

“No, that’s not the point. The money had nothing to do with it. The ERR had some mysterious interest in Spinoza. In his official report, Rosenberg’s officer, the Nazi who did the hands-on looting of the library, added a significant sentence: ‘They contain valuable early works of great importance for the exploration of the Spinoza problem.’ You can see the report on the web, if you like—it’s in the official Nuremberg documents.”

I felt stunned. “‘Exploration of the Nazis’ Spinoza problem’? I don’t understand. What did he mean? What was the Nazi Spinoza problem?”

Like a mime duo, my hosts hunched their shoulders and turned up their palms.

I pressed on. “You’re saying that because of this Spinoza problem, they protected these books rather than burn them, as they burned so much of Europe?”

They nodded.

“And where was the library kept during the war?”

“No one knows. The books just vanished for five years and turned up again in 1946 in a German salt mine.”

“A salt mine? Amazing!” I picked up one of the books—a sixteenth-century copy of the Iliad—and said, as I caressed it, “So this old storybook has its own story to tell.”

My hosts took me to look at the rest of the house. I had come at a fortunate time—few visitors had ever seen the other half of the building, for it had been occupied for centuries by a working-class family. But the last family member had recently died, and the Spinoza Society had promptly purchased the property and was just now beginning reconstruction to incorporate it into the museum. I wandered amid the construction debris through the modest kitchen and living room and then climbed the narrow, steep stairway to the small, unremarkable bedroom. I scanned the simple room quickly and began to descend, when my eye caught sight of a thin, two-by-two-foot crease in a corner of the ceiling.

“What’s that?”

The old caretaker climbed up a few stairs to look and told me it was a trap door that led to a tiny attic space where two Jews, an elderly mother and her daughter, were hidden from the Nazis for the entire duration of the war. “We fed them and took good care of them.”

A firestorm outside! Four out of five Dutch Jews murdered by the Nazis! Yet upstairs in the Spinoza house, hidden in the attic, two Jewish women were tenderly cared for throughout the war. And downstairs, the tiny Spinoza Museum was looted, sealed, and expropriated by an officer of the Rosenberg task force, who believed that its library could help the Nazis solve their “Spinoza problem.” And what was their Spinoza problem? I wondered if this Nazi, Alfred Rosenberg, had also, in his own way, for his own reasons, been looking for Spinoza. I had entered the museum with one mystery and now left it with two.

Shortly thereafter, I began writing.

Chapter One

AMSTERDAM—APRIL 1656
As the final rays of light glance off the water of the Zwanenburgwal, Amsterdam closes down. The dyers gather up their magenta and crimson fabrics drying on the stone banks of the canal. Merchants roll up their awnings and shutter their outdoor market stalls. A few workers plodding home stop for a snack with Dutch gin at the herring stands on the canal and then continue on their way. Amsterdam moves slowly: the city mourns, still recovering from the plague that, only a few months earlier, killed one person in nine.

A few meters from the canal, at Breestraat No. 4, the bankrupt and slightly tipsy Rembrandt van Rijn applies a last brushstroke to his painting Jacob Blessing the Sons of Joseph, signs his name in the lower right corner, tosses his palette to the floor, and turns to descend his narrow winding staircase. The house, destined three centuries later to become his museum and memorial, is on this day witness to his shame. It swarms with bidders anticipating the auction of all of the artist’s possessions. Gruffly pushing aside the gawkers on the staircase, he steps outside the front door, inhales the salty air, and stumbles toward the corner tavern.

In Delft, seventy kilometers south, another artist begins his ascent. The twenty-five-year-old Johannes Vermeer takes a final look at his new painting, The Procuress. He scans from right to left. First, the prostitute in a gloriously yellow jacket. Good. Good. The yellow gleams like polished sunlight. And the group of men surrounding her. Excellent—each could easily stroll off the canvas and begin a conversation. He bends closer to catch the tiny but piercing gaze of the leering young man with the foppish hat. Vermeer nods to his miniature self. Greatly pleased, he signs his name with a flourish in the lower right corner.

Back in Amsterdam at Breestraat No. 57, only two blocks from the auction preparations at Rembrandt’s home, a twenty-three-year-old merchant (born only a few days earlier than Vermeer, whom he would admire but never meet) prepares to close his import-export shop. He appears too delicate and beautiful to be a shopkeeper. His features are perfect, his olive skin unblemished, his dark eyes large, and soulful.

He takes a last look around: many shelves are as empty as his pockets. Pirates intercepted his last shipment from Bahia, and there is no coffee, sugar, or cocoa. For a generation, the Spinoza family operated a prosperous import-export wholesale business, but now the brothers Spinoza—Gabriel and Bento—are reduced to running a small retail shop. Inhaling the dusty air, Bento Spinoza identifies, with resignation, the fetid rat droppings accompanying the odor of dried figs, raisins, candied ginger, almonds, and chickpeas and the fumes of acrid Spanish wine. He walks outside and commences his daily duel with the rusted padlock on the shop door. An unfamiliar voice speaking in stilted Portuguese startles him.

“Are you Bento Spinoza?”

Spinoza turns to face two strangers, young weary men who seem to have traveled far. One is tall, with a massive, burly head that hangs forward as though it were too heavy to be held erect. His clothes are of good quality but soiled and wrinkled. The other, dressed in tattered peasant’s clothes, stands behind his companion. He has long, matted hair, dark eyes, a strong chin and forceful nose. He holds himself stiffly. Only his eyes move, darting like frightened tadpoles.

Spinoza offers a wary nod.

“I am Jacob Mendoza,” says the taller of the two. “We must see you. We must talk to you. This is my cousin, Franco Benitez, whom I’ve just brought from Portugal. My cousin,” Jacob clasps Franco’s shoulder, “is in crisis.”

“Yes,” Spinoza answers. “And?”

“In severe crisis.”

“Yes. And why seek me?”

“We’ve been told that you’re the one to render help. Perhaps the only one.”

“Help?”

“Franco has lost his faith. He doubts everything. All religious ritual. Prayer. Even the presence of God. He is frightened all the time. He doesn’t sleep. He talks of killing himself.”

“And who has misled you by sending you here? I am only a merchant who operates a small business. And not very profitably, as you see.” Spinoza points at the dusty window through which the half-empty shelves are visible. “Rabbi Mortera is our spiritual leader. You must go to him.”

“We arrived yesterday, and this morning we set out to do exactly that. But our landlord, a distant cousin, advised against it. ‘Franco needs a helper, not a judge,’ he said. He told us that Rabbi Mortera is severe with doubters, that he believes all Jews in Portugal who converted to Christianity face eternal damnation, even if they were forced to choose between conversion and death. ‘Rabbi Mortera,’ he said, ‘will only make Franco feel worse. Go see Bento Spinoza. He is wise in such matters.’”

“What talk is this? I am but a merchant—”

“He claims that if you had not been forced into business because of the death of your older brother and your father, you would have been the next great rabbi of Amsterdam.”

“I must go. I have a meeting I must attend.”

“You’re going to the Sabbath service at the synagogue? Yes? We too. I am taking Franco, for he must return to his faith. Can we walk with you?”

“No, I go to another kind of meeting.”

“What other kind?” says Jacob, but then immediately reverses himself. “Sorry. It’s not my affair. Can we meet tomorrow? Would you be willing to help us on the Sabbath? It is permitted, since it is a mitzvah. We need you. My cousin is in danger.”

“Strange.” Spinoza shakes his head. “Never have I heard such a request. I’m sorry, but you are mistaken. I can offer nothing.”

Franco, who had been staring at the ground as Jacob spoke, now lifts his eyes and utters his first words: “I ask for little, for only a few words with you. Do you refuse a fellow Jew? It is your duty to a traveler. I had to flee Portugal just as your father and your family had to flee, to escape the Inquisition.”

“But what can I—”

“My father was burned at the stake just a year ago. His crime? They found pages of the Torah buried in the soil behind our home. My father’s brother, Jacob’s father, was murdered soon after. I have a question. Consider this world where a son smells the odor of his father’s burning flesh. Where is the God that created this kind of world? Why does He permit such things? Do you blame me for asking that?” Franco looks deeply into Spinoza’s eyes for several moments and then continues. “Surely a man named ‘blessed’—Bento in Portuguese and Baruch in Hebrew—will not refuse to speak to me?”

Spinoza nods solemnly. “I will speak to you, Franco. Tomorrow midday?”

“At the synagogue?” Franco asks.

“No, here. Meet me here at the shop. It will be open.”

“The shop? Open?” Jacob interjects. “But the Sabbath?”

“My younger brother, Gabriel, represents the Spinoza family at the synagogue.”

“But the holy Torah,” Jacob insists, ignoring Franco’s tugging at his sleeve, “states God’s wish that we not work on the Sabbath, that we must spend that holy day offering prayers to Him and performing mitzvahs.”

Spinoza turns and speaks gently, as a teacher to a young student, “Tell me, Jacob, do you believe that God is all powerful?”

Jacob nods.

“That God is perfect? Complete unto Himself.”

Again Jacob agrees.

“Then surely you would agree that, by definition, a perfect and complete being has no needs, no insufficiencies, no wants, no wishes. Is that not so?”

Jacob thinks, hesitates, and then nods warily. Spinoza notes the beginnings of a smile on Franco’s lips.

“Then,” Spinoza continues, “I submit that God has no wishes about how, or even if, we glorify Him. Allow me, then, Jacob, to love God in my own fashion.”

Franco’s eyes widen. He turns toward Jacob as though to say, “You see, you see? This is the man I seek.”

Awakening to Awe: A Book Review

Kirk J. Schneider, Ph.D., is a leading spokesperson for contemporary humanistic psychology and is the editor of the Journal of Humanistic Psychology. He is a pioneer in developing existential-integrative psychotherapy and in the application of awe-based consciousness to existential-humanistic psychotherapy. Awakening to Awe explores the nature and power of awe from Dr. Schneider’s theoretical and therapeutic stance as well as through interviews of people transformed by their experience of awe.

His theoretical and therapeutic stance emphasizes the importance of living life with reverence, respect, humility, wonder, inclusiveness, and uncertainty, yet also with faith and trust. This is a very bold way to live as his stance advocates living one’s life by being open to its mystery and magnificence while simultaneously taking responsibility to live the life that is authentically your own.

The people Dr. Schneider interviewed represent a range of stories demonstrating qualities and experiences of awe. Three examples are:

A woman who grew up with a schizophrenic father in the 1950s and coped with her maelstrom of feelings by opening to the grandeur and danger of nature and by cultivating a strong sense of compassion. She used the realizations gleaned from her experience to become an avid sailor and to develop a thriving career as a professor of psychology who values the importance of the full range of human nature.

An ex-gang member who listened to a stirring from his soul after witnessing the assassination of his younger brother. This stirring encompassed a surrender to a Higher Power and a realization that life is an amazing, unpredictable adventure. He used that experience to become a youth educator providing violence prevention work for elementary school students in an awe-based cultural curriculum.

A professor, who is a Stage 3 cancer survivor and has had heart disease, discovered that by engaging with his chronic illness with an attitude of awe, he also experiences chronic vitality. Awe for this man is a communion and an intimacy into dialogue and participation with the wonders and tempests of existence. He embodies how to embrace the joy and wonder of living within the context of physical suffering and decay.

I feel this book, in conjunction with Dr. Schneider’s Rediscovery of Awe, is ground-breaking. Dr. Schneider’s emphasis on awe-based consciousness derives from his personal philosophy of enchanted agnosticism. I believe the exploration of awe-based consciousness can catalyze a reemergence of a contemporary existential-spiritual movement in much the same way that Abraham Maslow’s exploration of self-actualization catalyzed the human potential movement.

Existential philosophers and psychotherapists have long been at odds about spirituality. On one side of the debate, Soren Kierkegaard emphasized being authentic to your religious values and Paul Tillich emphasized that the holy is a “God-Beyond-God”. On the other side, Albert Camus, Jean-Paul Sartre, and Irvin Yalom all emphasize that we are thrown into being and there is no God to save us, thus we need to make meaning for ourselves. While Camus, Sartre, and Yalom come from an atheistic perspective, they all acknowledge that life is an unknown in which both beauty and horror can happen.

Since a core component of existentialist theory is questioning the meaning of life and not coming up with ultimate answers, both sides of the argument bear examination. The common thread between the two is that in order to live the most fulfilled life as a human being, it is essential to be open to the unknown, the wonder, and the mystery of life in order to take optimal responsibility for ourselves in how we live.

One perception of existential philosophy is that there is nothing more to life than what you experience in the immediate moment. This outlook can be perceived as pessimistic and gloomy. Dr. Schneider emphasizes the spiritual dimension of existence by highlighting it under the symbol of awe. The spiritual dimension celebrates that there is always something more, whether you call this mystery, awe, wonder, God, Higher-Power, or daimon. Bringing awe into the equation emphasizes that our experience also transcends the immediate moment. Our human experience is always evolving. We are always both being and becoming. This can allow for a more positive and hopeful perspective.

In Dr. Schneider’s exploration of awe he emphasizes how awe connotes an openness to life as it is, with its mystery, with its depth, with its pain and joy. It can be “awe-some” or “awe-ful.” It is an invitation to value life as it is. Awe is a meta level which invites us to fully engage in life without knowing how it is going to unfold, even as we intend to impact life as we move towards a specific goal. This implies that spiritual presence is an important part of existence.

Although the book is directed toward a more general audience, it also supports the existential-humanistic psychotherapist to embrace an awe-based dimension of life in working with clients. This allows the therapist to not be conflicted if they are spiritually oriented. It reminds me of the question I asked Rollo May at a conference I attended at the beginning of my career as an existential-humanistic psychotherapist. I asked if one could be both existential and spiritual. He responded that it was essential to be both, and that even atheistic existentialists like Camus and Sartre were spiritual. Having an openness to life with its mystery, from ecstasy to tragedy, is spiritual whether you call it that or not.

I very much value Schneider taking a chapter to explore the qualities which need to be cultivated for awe to awaken in our everyday life. These qualities are transiency, unknowing, surprise, vastness, intricacy, sentiment, and solitude. The embracing of these qualities supports a grounded understanding and experiencing of awe as it applies to daily life. Similarly, Schneider takes a chapter to explore the general conditions favorable for the cultivation of an awe-based society. The conditions for this are presence, freedom, courage, and appreciation. Schneider describes a specific application he’s initiating to bring awe into politics in California. He calls it the Experiential Democracy Project. Thus, I appreciated this book not only for its thorough examination of awe but also for its clear call to take action with an awe-based attitude informing us individually and collectively.

Some of the interviews are rambling and thus were at times hard to follow. I presume this was due to the use of the actual transcripts of the interviews with limited editing. Also, some interviews didn’t strike a strong chord in me. However, I also know, given how the experience of awe is unique to each of us, these same interviews may strike a strong chord in others.

I very much value this book and encourage both professionals and the general public to read it with an awe-based attitude. If you are not sure what an awe-based attitude means before your read it, you will by the time you are finished.

Originally published in the Association for Humanistic Psychology Perspective Magazine Feb/Mar 2011. Reprinted with Permission.
 

Working in the Here-and-Now of the Therapeutic Relationship

When clients arrive at our office, they’re hoping we can help them feel better. Often they assume it’s their outer conditions they need to change: “if only my husband would…” or,  “once I find a new job…” or, “I don’t know why I’m feeling bad because I have a great life, but…” It’s not that we don’t listen to their concerns, but these are all situations that exist outside our consulting room.
 
In order to help clients change, we have to allow ourselves to be changed by what we, in the therapeutic relationship, do together. Working in the present, in the room directly with what is happening, demands that the therapist emotionally connect with the client and not just sit back, hidden by our professional role of “helper” or “expert.” It requires emotional involvement, reflection, vulnerability, transparency, and risk.
 
Research repeatedly tells us the therapeutic relationship is the curative factor over and above all theoretical orientations. A figure commonly cited in the literature is that up to 50% of clients drop out of therapy after the first session. These figures are established regardless of finances: in private practices, agencies, and free clinics. Researchers attribute these high numbers to two things: lack of emotional engagement and failure to deal with ruptures.1            
 
If the therapist and client only talk about relationships that exist outside the consulting room, they miss many opportunities to deepen their work together. As therapists, we need not make generalizations or assumptions about what the presenting problems of our clients mean or how they came to be. These scenarios are acted out and worked with in the transference and counter-transference of the therapeutic relationship.
 
We also risk losing our clients through impasses and unattended derailments. “The first phone call can be a deal breaker before things even get started, because clients’ relational patterns begin to be reenacted from the minute they make contact with us.” If we let these moments go by and don’t address them at an appropriate time, we sacrifice the teachable moment as it’s happening between us.
 
The mutual engagement in the here-and-now of the therapeutic relationship is a deep, internal conduit for change, and it entails our clients experiencing the impact they have on us. It empowers them in personal ways we can seldom predict that speak to the uniqueness of who they are. It’s different from a prescriptive, goal-oriented, solution-focused model where we therapists are the all-knowing ones with advice and answers. It is instead dealing in the moment with things as they are, in the client, in the therapist, and the space between the two.
 

Nick: A Case Study

We can see how this way of working played out with Nick, a 48-year-old divorced man who came to treatment complaining of “loneliness and relationship problems.”2 He wanted to know why he always ended up alone and what he did in relationships that made women leave. He was also confounded by his rejection of women before things even got going. An additional problem that came up later in our treatment was his compulsive overeating. I wondered why it had taken several months for his concern about his weight to come up between us. Later I learned he had tremendous shame around his body, had been cruelly taunted as a kid about being fat, and became inured to his body as if he was destined to carry this “dead weight” around.
 
In our first session, Nick appeared overweight, with little attention given to grooming: a rumpled denim shirt, an unpressed pair of chinos, and well-worn tennis shoes. His hair was combed but hadn’t seen a pair of scissors for a while. He sat near the door, in the chair furthest from mine. As he settled, his movement seemed labored and uncomfortable, squirming in his seat, as though his body was a rough place to inhabit. It’s bound to be painful in there, I thought as I observed him.
 
“I don’t seem able to sustain intimate relationships,” he said softly, gazing down at his shoes, puzzled by his own incapacity. When I asked why he thought this was the case, he replied, looking everywhere but at me, that he didn’t know, but then mentioned he was too picky when it came to women. He realized he was a perfectionist—not that he thought he was perfect, but he always found something about the women that became objectionable.
 
“They don’t have a decent job, or we have little in common, or they’re not smart enough, they have no sense of humor, they talk incessantly about themselves…” “He said this staring out the window, as if talking to the trees. I didn’t feel like I was in the room with him.” His list was endless, and I wondered if it was the tip of the iceberg, saying more about him than the women he was rejecting.           
 
During one session after we’d been working together for a year, he shook his head and proclaimed, “Relationships are too much work.” Much of our conversation took place while he fidgeted with his clothes, his hands, or the couch. Inquiring into these nonverbal motions in the past had yielded little information and alerted us to the likely disconnect he had with his body. He acknowledged however, he thought the nonverbal gestures were about his “discomfort with intimacy.” I had seen him through two short romantic skirmishes, only to find him alone yet again.
 
“I must be afraid to get close to people, so I’m always discovering excuses to find something wrong with them.”
 
I nodded, suspecting he was on to something. “Sounds like a good insight.” Then, almost wondering aloud, “How is it trying to get close to me?”
 
He thought as his leg started kicking back and forth. “Well, it seems easier compared to others.”
 
“How so?”
 
“You’re not judging me, you accept what I’m saying, don’t need anything from me.”
 
I confess I was pleased to hear this, but suspected there was more to the story.
 
“Do you feel close to me?” I literally felt my body heating up, as if we were moving closer to something important happening between us in the room.
 
“I guess,” he said, looking out the window, fidgeting in his seat.
 
“You’re not sure?” I asked, trying to keep him present and accounted for.
 
“Well, I know we’ve talked about coming twice a week and I think I’m afraid to do that.”

The last several weeks we had been discussing his aversion to adding a session, making it a twice-a-week treatment, an opportunity for us to become more intimate. I could see him bristle at my suggestion when he mentioned “not enough time” at the end of the last few sessions. I suspected this was one version of how his fears of intimacy got re-enacted between us. “And what scares you about being together twice a week?” I asked.
 
“That you will discover something really wrong with me,” he said softly, picking at his buttons.
 
“And what would I see that’s wrong with you?”
 
He thought. “I don’t know––that I’m missing a gene that’s required for intimacy and a healthy relationship,” he said. “Maybe I have some incapacity, or I’m damaged goods, unable to be resurrected for a real marriage.” He said this with a big sigh, hanging his head, shaking it back and forth.           
 
We explored what he meant by “damaged goods.” This was a painful process with long silences and quiet tears running down his face.
 
“Once you see that, you’d give up on me, feel I’m unable to change.” He said this under his breath, choking down the tears, almost as if his words are stuck in his throat. “Maybe you’d think I’m a hopeless case, give up on me and want to get rid of me.”
 
He was barely audible. Were these new thoughts for him? My heart ached for himNow we were getting to how fear of intimacy played out between us.
 
“Is that what you think? Are you the one who thinks you’re a hopeless case?” I asked. He was afraid I’d reject him. Perhaps this was why he rejected some women so quickly so they didn’t have a chance to reject him first.
 
The conversation segued into his first marriage failing. For the nine years they were together, it had been harder and harder to extend the intimacy, both sexually and interpersonally. Here in the room, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, he was unable to say why he had withdrawn from his wife. I also wondered about the pain he had been holding regarding his failed marriage. He didn’t understand why he felt so bad about himself; he just did. He always remembered feeling this way: not wanted, made fun of for being heavy, not feeling worthwhile or responded to. I imagined his weight, which had been with him his entire life, was an insulator for many of these feelings.
 

Ruptures

A few weeks later, Nick came rushing in late—highly unusual for him—and stormed across the doorway to my office. He appeared excited, invigorated, as he waved his arms around and stumbled hard onto the couch.
 
“I don’t know what’s going on,” he said breathlessly, “but recently I’m feeling angry—angry all the time.” My eyebrows rose as I nodded, suspecting this was a good thing.
 
He settled himself, took a breath and added, “Truthfully, I think it’s just I’m aware I’m angry.” Normally, Nick struggled to connect with his feelings and suffered with a blunted affect that resulted in a lot of fatigue and apathy. I suspected the overeating fueled the fatigue and depression and served to numb out painful feelings. “Since our work together,” he continued, “I see how there’s always been this under current of anger, but now see I’m allowing it to register. Not the usual denial of how I feel, and so I’m seeing how pervasive it is.” I can see how the food allows me to bury my frustration. He appeared animated and incredulous.
 
“Sounds like a good insight,” I said. I waited. Silence.  “Are you feeling angry now?”            
 
He considered this. “I…I don’t know. I guess I am,” he said surprisingly, almost as if to himself. I waited.
 
“Is there something you’re angry with me about?” I asked, not having anything in mind, but thinking about his being late and coming in angry.
 
“Well, no,” he pondered, “that seems like a stretch. Why would you ask?”
 
“You’ve come late today, which is uncharacteristic of you; in fact I can’t recall you ever being late, and you’re talking about being angry right now. We’re the only two here, so I thought it might have something to do with us.”
 
“I’m thinking it’s more about the spat my boss and I had this morning. I’m feeling stirred up by that,” he said, repositioning himself. After a minute, he stilled himself, focused and continued, “You know, now that I think about it, I did leave here kind of ticked off last week.”
 
He talked about his disappointment with me because I hadn’t had a chance to read an article he had written. I had told him I’d be happy to read it, but hadn’t done so between our two appointments. I certainly understood his disenchantment with me; had I been honest, I would have told him I couldn’t read the article for a couple weeks. I now realized my counter-transference had prevented me from saying anything, not wanting to disappoint him—an old habit of avoiding and pleasing people so they’ll like me.
 
As he said this, I remembered the look of disappointment and surprise on his face at the end of our last session, after asking me for my feedback on the article. I had since forgotten this moment, his facial expression being so subtle and fleeting. The moment had slipped by me; it was possible I didn’t want to see or feel his anger coming at me, a feeling that’s difficult for me.
 
“I felt unimportant and dismissed by you, not valued,” he said somewhat sheepishly, as if I were going to explain myself or make him wrong.
 
In this situation it was necessary to feel my own frustration and guilt for not reading the article, watch how this impacted my client and not collude (by evading his anger), retaliate, or defend myself. I stayed with what was happening between us to further explore his anger and frustration with me.
 
“Here was a rupture between us, and if I hadn’t made a point of contacting what was happening in the room, this incident would have gone underground.” I suspect our relationship would have hit an unconscious impasse, creating a lack of trust and distance between us. As we talked about his anger and hurt with me, he saw he could acknowledge it, feel it, express it, and that I could hear it, and we could still stay connected despite the difficulty.
 
Tracking Nick’s feelings in the context of the intersubjective field showed us how my need to please and avoid anger and Nick’s unspoken hurt and disappointment manifested unconsciously between us. Coming in late and angry, despite neither of us knowing why, acted out Nick’s feelings. I represented the “Bad Mother,” as Melanie Klein calls it, by not attending to reading his article. This re-enacted the parental relationship he had growing up. In Nick’s formative years he hadn’t had responsive parents as a mirror to reflect what his own thoughts and feelings were. This left him feeling devalued and ignored, as well as cut off from his own sense of self—a feeling that had a long and painful history and showed up in his depression, isolation and eating habits.
 
As we can see in this re-enactment, it was not just Nick’s feelings being acted out, but mine as well. In my attempt not to disappoint him, I had done just that. The disjuncture was something we’d created together, a common experience within the therapeutic relationship. As therapists, we’re going to make mistakes. The important part is how we bring the current experience to good account. This is the working through of therapy in the relationship, in the moment, in the room—the unpacking of what just happened.
 
“As therapists, it’s important to carefully monitor what gets stimulated, not only in the client, but in ourselves as well.” We allow ourselves to be moved, provoked, bewildered and, above all, impacted by our clients. What emerges in a session is a result of our unconscious subjective world colliding with theirs. We notice our personal reactions and distinguish them from our clients’ in order to help our clients with theirs. Each session is a mutual discovery. This creates a present aliveness, illuminating the issues lurking in both of us, often occurring under our radar of knowing.
 

The Past as Present

A few months later, after Nick’s hours were reduced at work, he requested to see me every other week. He said he was feeling on shaky ground with finances and didn’t want to risk spending more money at this time. Money had never been discussed between us, other than the initial payment, and I was curious what his financial situation was. He reported that his house was paid for, no alimony, and he had investments, but felt it wasn’t a “good time” to be spending additional money.
 
I understood his concerns and wondered with him if there might be any other additional reasons for wanting to cut back sessions. To ask for additional reasons beyond the cost of therapy can be a rich window into emotional issues obscured between the therapist and client.
 
“No, it’s really just a monetary thing,” he said with a shrug.
 
During the transition to therapy every other week, I mistakenly charged him for an extra session, perhaps a result of my own anxiety about money or disappointment about the reduction in sessions. Since Nick didn’t mention my mistake, I brought it up towards the end of our next session and asked him if he had noticed it.
 
“I did, but figured you were the therapist and knew best so I wasn’t going to say anything about it.”
 
I told Nick that I felt bad about my error, let it go, and imagined we had handled it.
 
But here was a reenactment. He was going to ignore his own need and accommodate to mine, a painful, reoccurring pattern established early in his life.
 
At every moment in therapy, there are multiple levels to which the therapist can respond, including the content, process, body language, affect, or relational field.  Looking back, this moment with Nick was a missed opportunity to explore our relationship. Nick had a hard time speaking up for himself and was often oblivious to his emotional needs, looking to accommodate and please others before knowing or asking for what he wanted.  We had discovered together over the months how overeating often took the place of his ability to be aware, feel and speak up about his own needs. But one missed opportunity is no reason for despair; core issues undoubtedly find a way to come around again, especially when they aren’t handled.
 
A couple months went by and Nick neglected to pay for the month’s sessions. When I billed him for them, he objected, saying he remembered writing me a check. After several phone conversations, which I found stressful, afraid I hadn’t calculated correctly, he came to see he had indeed missed the payment. The check he wrote had been buried on his desk and was never delivered.
 
The following session he came in with a check, sat quietly and finally said, “I feel the therapy is moving along too slowly and not making enough of a difference. I’m not sure I should keep coming,” he said flatly, without affect.
 
Not feeling he’s getting his money’s worth, I thought. Aloud I said, “I’m surprised to hear this since you’ve repeatedly remarked how much therapy is helping you change by speaking up for yourself, feeling more (mostly anger,) and reaching out to people.”
 
“I said those things because I figured you wanted to hear them,” he said as his face reddened.
 
“What makes you say that?” I wondered out loud.
 
“Well, I like to keep people happy… it’s automatic pilot for me and easier than figuring out what I want or think.” He’s trying to give me what he thinks I want, while dismissing how he feels.
 
Again, I suspected this had something to do with how he learned to adapt to his early caregivers. I realized I had missed the transference and might lose him–– and was not feeling good about that.
 
His anger and disappointment with me were being acted out through his non-payment. His affect and compliance had been well hidden from me. As uncomfortable as it is for me to be the object of anyone’s anger, I knew it was necessary to endure. This was another window into working with Nick’s anger that had prevented anyone from getting close to him, myself included. He’d make a decision, not always conscious, to withdraw from relationships so he wouldn’t have to deal with his own aggression, and to soothe a hurt, scared self.
 
“At times the unpredictability of the here-and-now encounter in the therapeutic relationship forces us to emotionally confront ourselves in a way that no amount of training fully prepares us for.” If I had not allowed and distinguished my own internal responses from Nick’s in this moment, we would have been more prone to an unconscious enactment. In these scenarios, one of the likeliest impediments in the treatment is therapists’ fear of their own feelings, which could potentially steer the therapy in the wrong direction.3
 

An Ending or a New Beginning

Not long after that, Nick left me a voicemail saying he was dropping out of therapy. I called him back encouraging him to come in for at least one last session to wrap things up.  He did come in, and much to his credit, he was finally able to say what was on his mind, allowing us to complete the final chapter in the therapy. This was a tremendous achievement on Nick’s part, being willing to stay connected, even if only to terminate and tell me what was going on. He felt I didn’t have any answers for him and that he couldn’t get comfortable being the only one doing the revealing. We eventually came to understand how his acting out was an unarticulated way of telling me how angry he was with me for not giving him more direction. Nick felt I was too concealing and he wasn’t happy with the relationship being “so one-sided.”
 
The vulnerability had become intolerable for him (like in his marriage?) despite the knowledge that intimacy was something he longed for. It had become too uncomfortable emotionally; he felt exposed and at risk (i.e. with money). I wondered if it was easier for him to find fault with me, as he did with other women in his life, than to take a chance being vulnerable with me. Better he reject me first than be rejected by me.
 
“How do you think this reluctance to jump into ‘risky waters’ helps you?” I asked.
 
“It keeps me safe. I can stay home in my cave, play computer games, and eat junk food rather than come here, face you and feel how screwed up I am.”
 
“I can see how courageous you are to come in and admit all of this to me,” I said, knowing how true this was. I was touched by his admission.
 
As we talked, Nick began to see how his reluctance to engage with people let him off the hook; he could retreat to his comfortable, numb solitude by reducing sessions. He would distract himself with Sudoku, crossword puzzles, computer games, etc., and saw now how this contributed to his shutting down and isolation.
 
As we continued to discuss times he had been uncomfortable with me, for instance ending a session on time even if he was in the middle of something, or initially not being able to address his food issues, “Nick came to see how he erected a “demilitarized zone” around himself so he wouldn’t be hurt and judged by me (and others).” He saw how the distance “helped” him not to have to live with uncomfortable feelings, the meaning it had, and how he was the only one who could change it. He came to see his loneliness was located inside himself—self-imposed in an attempt not to be hurt anymore.
 
As Nick became aware of his loneliness, rather than making others responsible—particularly his ex-wife, imperfect girlfriends, or even me—he saw how the pattern was an unconscious state of mind and body that protected him. Once we linked his thinking and behavior to his history, and the template of habits it created, he recognized how it had been a successful strategy for survival growing up. This unconscious strategy had helped him live through the emotional neglect of his childhood, and protected him from the constant hurts of unresponsive, dismissive parents. He realized the distance he felt earlier with his ex-wife, and now with me, was an outworn way of taking care of himself so he wouldn’t be hurt again. Staying isolated allowed him to avoid the grief, shame and anger that got stimulated in close relationships; food became his biggest comfort and companion.
 
By linking what was happening in our relationship with his history, Nick’s behavior made sense to him. This changed his relationship to himself, replacing his anger and internal saboteur with compassion. Instead of hating himself, eating to dull the pain and withdrawing from relationships, he came to see how hard he was struggling, not only to connect with others, but to himself as well. By working with the relationship in the present, we saw how his past was alive today in the present.
 
Nick also saw how his protection of extra weight helped him adapt to the deprivations of his early life. What was once a strategy of soothing and protection now became a lifetime of habits, using food, withdrawal and emotional numbing in an unconscious attempt to avoid being  hurt. We had worked for two years without any success with his weight, however, this realization was the beginning of a life-long effort and success at slow weight loss. He no longer needed the extra padding to defend himself and terminated therapy shortly after he lost 40 pounds. It wasn’t that all his issues had been resolved, particularly the relational ones; but he felt he could manage things going forward. I felt good about the work we had done together, and he successfully terminated.
 

Working with Disjunctions and Derailments

Tracking the derailments in the therapeutic relationship is a way to bring the life of the transference and counter-transference right into the here-and-now of the inter-subjective field. The disjunctions between the therapist and client have to happen so we can understand how they’ve developed. We therapists stand in for the internal object through which the client’s conflicts are experienced. And then we get to repair what’s happened between us.  Nick wasn’t used to anyone wanting to know about his needs, so he tried to stop having them. When this became impossible, he simply walked away, a pattern that left him painfully lonely.
 
The disjunctions that occur in sessions usually have a long history attached to them; making the pattern explicit, in the present moment of the therapeutic relationship, helps the client identify the pattern. Just as a mother must hold, contain and partially work through the experience her child cannot hold and work through by himself, so must a therapist help digest and metabolize experiences for the client. While the relationship creates moments of disruption, we can use our mutual attentiveness to help the client own formerly disavowed feelings.4
 
For me the challenge comes when I get caught in my own complexes, my own feelings of inadequacy, anger, helplessness, of not knowing what to do, or of wanting progress to look a certain way. I have to set my agendas aside of wanting to help, heal, or have a specific outcome. I keep my meditation practice active so I can concentrate on the here-and-now, notice my own feelings and not let them intrude on my client’s, continue with my own growth and development and utilize consultation/supervision when I suspect my own material is interfering.
 
Noting what gets acted out in the therapeutic relationship, and helping the client to articulate what this might mean, is the working through that reveals these old patterns and frees the client to make healthier choices. Staying present in the relationship helps clients release long stored up affect, integrate the disowned parts of themselves, and inhibit the reactive patterns that spoil the natural joy of being. As clients learn to tolerate and digest their internal world, their connections with themselves and their world transform. More creative aliveness becomes available. As a result of sharing and participating in the joys and suffering together, discovering what’s unknown, unfelt and unpredictable, I feel humbled, privileged, and enlivened by our encounter. We are changed by each other.

Footnotes
1 Barrett, S., Wee-Jhong, C.,  Crits-Cristoph, P., & Gibbons, M.B. (2008). Early withdrawal from mental health treatment: Implications for psychotherapy practice. Psychotherapy: Theory, Research, Practice, Training,45(2), 247—267. 

2 I have constructed Nick as a compilation of people, events and situations to protect confidentiality.

3 Russell, P. (1998). The role of paradox in the repetition compulsion. In J.G. Teicholz & D. Kriegman (Eds.), Trauma, repetition, and affect regulation: The work of Paul Russell(pp. 1-22). New York: Other Press.


4 Riesenberg-Malcolm, R., ed. Bott Spillius, E., (1999) On Bearing Unbearable States of Mind, London: Routledge.

Trusting the Client as the Agent of Change

After thirty-three years as a psychotherapist, I find that my insights regarding human beings and the change process are becoming simpler and easier to articulate, although I cannot establish whether this phenomenon is due to mounting wisdom or to some form of affable cognitive corrosion. Regardless of their source, my accumulating insights have provided me with a true compass that allows me to approach each client with respect, purpose, and hopefulness. I’m certain many readers have experienced the same thing.

Clients as Agents of Change

One guiding principle that emerged many years ago was a simple one: Our clients are the most essential and fundamental component of the change process. Appreciating this oft-obscured and -minimized truth of psychotherapy multiplies our options for understanding and assisting clients, and invites them to participate in the search for understanding and change, a quest that itself serves the client’s life well.

This basic idea—that clients most directly cause psychotherapeutic change—stands in stark contrast to the professional world that today’s therapists inhabit, a world dominated by the medical model, managed care, and the search for empirically supported and/or evidence-based, off-the-shelf treatment approaches, which most often attempt to match technique with diagnosis. Their resulting equations, of course, leave out essential components of psychotherapy: living human beings. Psychotherapists are expected to be capable of essentially “inserting” psychotherapeutic interventions into a human being who is nothing more than an embodied diagnosis—clients are perceived as passive recipients of our expert care. Since the beginning of my professional career, this has seemed to me to be a wholly wrong-headed approach, one that dehumanizes both client and therapist and, in doing so, neglects the most important and meaningful dimensions of human change.

A Casual Conversation

Like many, during my education and even early in my career, I maintained some ever-dwindling hope that an enchanted handbook of foolproof techniques might appear. Happily, my clients taught me differently.

A memorable example occurred approximately twenty-five years ago, when I was working as part of a rural medical practice. A seven-year-old girl was referred to me by her parents for continuing difficulties with bedwetting. While her mother remained understanding, her father had become increasingly intolerant and punitive. Although they had already set an appointment, one day they stopped by the office and asked if I would take a moment between sessions to meet their daughter, perhaps to allay the girl’s anxiety about seeing a therapist. I agreed and soon they brought the girl to my office, where she and I spoke privately. After chatting a bit about her life and interests, she told me how much she wanted to stop wetting the bed. I replied, “Yeah, I wonder what would happen if you could tell your brain, right before you went to sleep, ‘Hey, if I have to pee, go ahead and wake me up.’”

Prior to our scheduled session, about two weeks after our introduction, the girl’s parents called to cancel her appointment, telling me she had quit wetting the bed after our brief meeting. Six months later, they informed me that the change had been maintained. Her presented problem never occurred again. What was the healing factor here? Should I have copyrighted the sentence I uttered, trademarked “Single-Sentence Therapy (SST!),” and begun offering national workshops on its appropriate delivery? Of course not. The healing factor was, without doubt, the girl. She sought an answer and, in the mysterious and magnificent way that human beings often accomplish change, actively and creatively used my tossed-off sentence to forge the change she desired. Of course, at the time my utterance reflected nothing more than sincere musing on my part. Still, this experience dramatically highlighted the client’s central role in successful therapy.

Beyond my experiences, we increasingly see exceptions to the dominant narrative that therapists directly cause client change. Most notably, the work by Bohart and Tallman—their book How Clients Make Therapy Work is, in my view, a classic in the field—lucidly and convincingly makes the case that clients creatively use whatever the therapist offers in order to effect personal change, which explains why techniques have not been found to be the most influential psychotherapeutic factor.

One could argue that the seven-year-old girl’s change was nothing more than an isolated episode of kismet or coincidence, a spontaneous remission that proves nothing. However, another client with whom I worked two decades ago brought the centrality of client self-healing into even sharper focus.

Florence: A Single-Session Case

A case in which a client requests assistance in resolving an undisclosed problem sounds not unlike a patient presenting to a dentist for treatment while refusing to open his or her mouth. This was not an overly dramatic case, but it is unique in that the client shared neither the history nor the nature of her difficulties, and presented only isolated factors for my consideration, yet we achieved success after a single session of treatment.

The client was a 32-year-old unmarried Caucasian female—whom I will refer to as Florence—who lived alone in a rural Midwestern community. For the eight years before her request for therapy, she had been employed as a professional health care provider. At the time of the initial consultation, she had resigned from the facility for which she worked after accepting a similar position in a larger community two hundred miles away. She planned to relocate to her new home in five weeks.  Because she and I had both been involved in health care in the community, we were acquainted with one another on a professional basis and aware of one another’s work with patients.

Florence requested a brief consultation with me at the end of a workday. She disclosed that since early adolescence she had experienced chronic, unspecified problems with relationships and mood, and that before moving to begin her new job, she wanted to address the difficulty, allowing her to “start fresh.” Through our professional association with one another and her discussions with patients over the years, she had come to the conclusion that I was an effective therapist who would be able to provide her with the assistance she desired. She thus entered the therapy relationship with positive expectations about my ability to assist her, as well as her own ability to reach her goal.

While revealing that as a six-year-old child she had suffered a massive trauma that continued to haunt her, she stated kindly but clearly that she had no intention of revealing to me the details or even the nature of that trauma, having long ago come to the conclusion that to do so would hold no benefit for her. She further stated that after extensive research she had decided that hypnosis would help her to resolve her difficulties. She asked me to provide one session of hypnotherapy to resolve the undisclosed difficulty.

From her presentation, my options were clear: to provide the requested treatment or to refuse to do so, in which case she would simply not pursue treatment “until I find another therapist I’m willing to work with.”

Florence had grown up in a suburb of a Midwestern metropolitan area, raised by both parents and having three younger brothers and one older sister. She completed a Master’s degree, which allowed her to provide professional health care services. Never married, she indicated that she had dated in the past, but that recurrent relationship difficulties always interfered with developing a more serious and lasting involvement. Since earning her professional degree, Florence had worked for the local health care facility, where she had been a consistently reliable, popular and successful employee.

According to Florence, she had on three occasions traveled to nearby cities and consulted with therapists. After each of those consultations she elected not to return, believing that the therapists were intent on “doing things their way or no way,” and that a commitment to treatment on her part would have led to extended therapy which, to her mind, was completely unnecessary: “It would be like standing on the caboose of a train, looking backward just to satisfy the therapist. I want to focus on where I’m going. I want to be in the engine.” In particular, she had become disenchanted with therapists’ fascination with her trauma; when she had revealed in the past, it seemed to her that therapists wanted to “worry it like a dog with a bone” rather than to address her current concerns.

Although I had received significant training in clinical hypnosis years prior to our initial consultation, by the time of our session I used the approach only in cases of chronic pain management, for which it seemed ideally suited. My initial training orientation was humanistic-existential, although in the subsequent years I had availed myself of a variety of advanced training opportunities and had become increasingly flexible in my treatment of clients, although I maintained a humanistic-existential view of their functioning. I received training in a permissive, Ericksonian approach to hypnotherapy, since to my mind it was most congruent with my perception of client potential and agency. I therefore had the clinical ability to provide Florence with the service she requested. I was also positively persuaded by my clinical experience to accept Florence’s implicit challenge; I had come to the conclusion that therapy in many ways is a process of my clients and me collaborating to create “doors,” possibilities for change that clients can actively use to effect personal transformation.

In this case, assessment was indirect and decidedly not disorder-focused, instead concentrating upon Florence’s general functioning and history, as well as the presence of other factors that would inform my decision whether to provide the requested intervention. Although one could argue that her vague report could lead to reasonable hypotheses about her disorder(s), there was no way to validate those hypotheses, so basing any treatment decisions on them would have been moot. Therefore, I chose to focus upon other factors that would determine my decision.

After she signed an appropriate release of information form, I reviewed her medical file, which indicated no history of serious medical or psychiatric illness in her or her family of origin. She had not been prescribed any medication other than for short-term specific illnesses, such as infections.

Most importantly, Florence had a precise “theory of change.” She had contemplated her life problems at considerable length and reached a conclusion about what procedure would assist her in resolving her difficulties. She possessed a positive view of the clinician and an expectation for resolution that bordered on certainty, indicating a positive expectation for outcome. Despite her maintenance of a conceptual hedge around her trauma and resulting troubles, she was otherwise quite open, personable and cooperative, more than willing to undergo her preferred treatment. Thus, she appeared to embody the client whom therapy would benefit, even if the specifics of her situation remained unknown to me.

In agreeing to provide the requested treatment (hypnotherapy), the question facing me was how best to provide that treatment in a fashion that would allow me to keep front-and-center the notion that Florence was an active agent capable of using what I offered in a therapeutic fashion. In short, my responsibility was to create a hypnotic approach to treatment that would allow her to actively use both her positive expectations and creativity to change what she wanted to change. More specifically, my approach would ideally provide to Florence what Bohart has described as a “supportive working space.” It was clear: my task was to provide the canvas; she would paint the picture (and not necessarily show it to me).  What type of canvas would I provide? Since she deemed the trauma that occurred when she was six to be central to the formation of her subsequent difficulties, and because she reported experiencing her younger self as being always nearby, her construction of herself as a youngster needed to be included. Furthermore, bridging her experience of herself as a six year-old with that of her present self was important, given her connecting the two “selves” in her presentation. In short, some indeterminate flow of information and affect between her younger self and her current self needed to be invited; a bridge needed to be supplied. She would be the one to cross that bridge. Doing more than that would have been presumptuous on my part if I were to remain committed to respecting her agency and creativity.

I arranged to use a recovery room (the symbolic nature of which was not lost on either of us) in the medical office complex. I asked her to lie down on the bed, to close her eyes and begin relaxing. She responded excellently to the basic twenty-minute guided relaxation and induction process (focusing both on physical relaxation and the development of imagery). Her breathing became diaphragmatic, and I noted little to no muscle movement otherwise. I then asked her to visualize what I would describe in whatever way she chose.

While the entire session lasted about eighty-five minutes, it consisted of my providing only four basic suggestions, after which I allowed Florence to process and work with the provided images, then signal with a raised finger when she was ready for me to continue. Time between delivery of the suggestion and her signal for me to move on averaged ten minutes.

Prior to the suggestions, I asked her to visualize her current self and her six-year-old self standing face to face, and encouraged her to imagine as much detail as possible. After she indicated with a lifted index finger that she had constructed this image, I provided these four suggestions (with significant time between them):

  1. “You can tell your younger self the one thing you want her most to know, and then notice her response”;
  2. “You can ask your younger self to tell you what it is she most needs from you, and then notice your response”;
  3. “You can ask your younger self for the one thing she most wants to know from you, hear her answer, then respond to her”;
  4. “You can ask your younger self the one thing she most wants you to know, hear her answer, and notice your own response.”

Shortly after I provided the first suggestion, tears began streaming from Florence’s eyes and continued until the session ended.  Although I didn’t discourage verbal responses from her, she said nothing during the process. I ended the session by suggesting that she slowly return to normal consciousness and to remember as much or as little as she wanted to regarding what she had learned through overhearing the conversation between her current self and her younger self.

Immediately following the session, Florence indicated that already she was feeling a great sense of relief and movement, but provided no further details. We met once prior to her relocating for our follow-up session, and she reported that her mood was significantly improved and that she was viewing her relocation and new job as an adventure that she was, for the first time, regarding with optimism rather than measured dread.

Two months following her move, she sent me a lengthy letter in which she described the happiness she was feeling and the vague but confident sense that she had successfully left her problems behind her. She was no longer feeling “haunted” by what had happened to her when she was six. Although she remembered it, such remembrance seemed more voluntary, according to Florence; she was able to experience the memory “like a photo in an album, rather than the only picture on the mantle.”

After that initial letter, she sent me holiday letters for nine years. In each one, she detailed her successes not only in her profession, but in her personal life as well. Several years ago she married and, at last report, she and her husband had adopted two children and were living happily and productively.

“To this day I remain unaware of the trauma she had suffered and the resulting difficulties it caused.”

Doors of Possibility

What Florence brought to center stage, more plainly than any other client with whom I’ve worked, was the centrality not only of the client’s trust in me and the treatment I would provide, but also of my trust in the client and her inherent potential for change. For me to proceed with treatment, it was necessary to recognize the level of trust I had in Florence, specifically, and in the clients’ agency and abilities to self-heal, in general.

In attempting to understand the human beings who present for services, it is important that clinicians go far beyond the process of assigning a diagnosis and prescribing a treatment accordingly. Since the validity of most DSM-IV diagnostic categories is questionable at best, assigning a treatment approach based on that designation is at least equally dubious. Furthermore, a significant body of research emphasizes the importance of the common factors, such as the therapeutic relationship, positive expectations, and client self-healing. Both students and practicing clinicians should immerse themselves in the existing literature in these areas, providing themselves with a set of assumptions that counterbalances the medical model with which our culture seems currently enamored. By doing so, we will generate more opportunities and options for clinical intervention, the centrality of our clients’ attributes will not be reduced or neglected, and our treatment effectiveness will be enhanced as we respect our clients’ considerable gifts and abilities that, for the time being, have unfortunately been reduced to faint footnotes in our understanding of the human change process.

Florence’s case illuminated one of those simple truths that come with experience, age and attention, a truth not only about what clients bring to therapy, but also what clients most desperately need in their journey toward change. It’s not complicated.

They need doors of possibility, and they need company.

Jeffrey Kottler on Being a Therapist

The Therapist's Experience

Rebecca Aponte: In your book, On Being a Therapist, you talk about some of the challenges and personal fulfillment that come from being a therapist, as well as the need of therapists to embrace the ambiguity of human experiences and the process of the therapy itself. What did you mean by all that?
Jeffrey Kottler: I don't know.
RA: That’s a great answer!
JK: I've just always been fascinated with the therapist's experience of doing therapy—what that feels like, how it changes us, how it penetrates us. I see the job, or the profession, or the calling, as just being this amazing gift for those of us that are privileged enough to do this work, because of these gems and things that we learn. And I know there are people who do therapy differently than this, but it's just a very weird, strange enterprise, therapy. I mean, trying to describe to your own children what you do is bizarre.

I don't really have a lot of faith that we understand how therapy works.
I don't really have a lot of faith that we understand how therapy works. One thing we're clear about is that therapy does work, but there are just so many competing explanations for that. With that said, what the client brings to us in a session is so overwhelming and so full of content and feeling that we can't hold it. So we have to find ways to live with that—to live with all this uncertainty, and all this mystery, and all this ambiguity. At the same time, our clients are demanding answers and solutions, preferably in this session—if necessary they'll come back a second time, but that's about it. Part of the job of inducting someone into the role of being a good client is teaching them a little bit of patience, and teaching them how to work the process. But all the while we're saying this to our clients, we're talking to ourselves, too, about how to live with the ambiguity of our own lives, trying to make sense of what it is that we do and what we're on this planet to do.

I find it more than a little hysterical, more than a little amusing, the different perceptions that therapists and clients have about their sessions. A couple of my Ph.D. students have done qualitative interviews where they interview the therapist and interview the client, and it's as if there were different people in the room, or different sessions. That's the thing that's so crazy: that we can't even tell when we did a good job. The session is over and we're flying high, and the client never comes back again! What's that about? We delude ourselves: "Oh, they must be cured. It was so good they didn't need to come back!" I remember Albert Ellis told me that in the interview for Bad Therapy: "When they don't come back, it's just because they don't need it anymore; they're cured." Well, good on you that you can delude yourself with that.

Victor Yalom: Do you have any idea what draws you to the experience of being a therapist?
Jeffrey Kottler: I'm interested in the taboo, in the forbidden, in the things that we don't talk about, related to therapy. When I was learning to be a therapist, there were just so many questions I had about things that I was too afraid to even ask because I didn't want people to find out how stupid I was, or to realize that I don't belong in this club. "If people find out what I'm really like, I'm going to get kicked out! I'd better keep this stuff to myself." I would sit in classrooms, and then in case conferences and workshops, and want to scream questions, like: "Do you really think that's what therapy's about?" Or, "What you're saying doesn't make any sense!" I think I read in a book review or something that someone once called me the conscience of the profession, and I'm very flattered by that. But I prefer to think of it more as the role of the little boy in The Emperor's New Clothes: not to expose, but rather to uncover the unsaid. And for me, the unsaid is the experience—not the perverse, but the wonderful, amazing joy that's involved in this journey that we're privileged to be on with people, if not as guides, then as companions on this journey.

We Feel like Frauds

VY: What are some of the questions you have asked or explored in your writing that other people might think of as taboo?
JK: Like, that much of the time we feel like frauds. That we can't do the things that we ask our clients to do. That we lie. That we can't walk the talk. That we don't understand what we're doing and why it works. That our own issues are constantly coming up. Oh, a really good one: that we're not listening to our clients half the time—half the time we're in the room we're somewhere else, while we're nodding our heads and pretending to listen.
VY: And preaching mindfulness.
JK: Preaching mindfulness when we're planning what we're going to make for dinner. And I don't mean to make fun of that. I don't think human beings can stay present. I've been doing this survey for 20 years when I do workshops, asking, "What percentage of the time would you estimate that you are present with your clients on the average, keeping in mind that there are some clients who are so riveting that we really are there almost all the time?" And I've gotten answers between 20 and 70 percent, but the average really is about 50 percent, and I think that's pretty darn good!
RA: That sounds about right.
JK: I think that's a high exaggeration. But I monitor this in myself and I'm kind of amused by it. I'm amused by it right now—as I'm talking to you, I'm somewhere else. I have to go onstage in an hour and there's a part of me that's still planning what I'm going to do in an hour at that stage, all while I'm saying this. And I don't want us to be ashamed of that. I just want to talk about it, because I need to talk about it. In the early part of my career, I was never fortunate enough to be in a very supportive working environment where I could trust my supervisor or my colleagues. They felt competitive; it felt like it just wasn't safe. So because I had to hold onto this in the early part of my career, maybe that's why I had to write.Aponte: It's interesting to use the metaphor of the emperor's new clothes, because there is a nakedness in the way that you write—this insecurity about what kind of a job you're doing, and what kind an impact you're having, if you're having any impact at all.

Yesterday, I was doing a workshop on relationships in a therapist's life, and I was talking about the work I do in Nepal with young girls at risk to be sold into sex slavery; we give out scholarships to keep them in school. It costs a hundred dollars to keep one little girl out of sex slavery, to keep her in school for a year. So it's redefined how I think about money. I was using an example of how my belt broke two days ago, so I went to the mall to look for a replacement belt and saw this amazing alligator belt—$400. And I thought, "That's four girls! That's four girls' lives. So if I could find a belt for $60, then I can…" Even though I don't take the $350 and give it to the girls, I still think that way.

So anyway, someone came up to me after the workshop and she said, "God, it must be so hard to be you, to be so hard on yourself all the time, if that's how you really think about money! You must be in anguish." I had forgotten to mention the other side: that, maybe because I was a cognitive therapist early in life, I don't do guilt. I am really just a peaceful, calm person almost all the time. And I hardly worry about anything that I can't control or do something about. So I forgot to mention that other thing! The way that woman perceived me is that I must be very troubled to talk about this, and think about this morbid stuff all the time, and I must be so hard on myself—all the stuff I write about fear of failure and perfectionism and all that.

There are two themes that live within me. One is that I really am never good enough. After every performance, including this interview, I think about what I could have said, what I should have said, what I wished I'd said. "I can't believe I didn't say that; oh, I forgot that." And then the other part is total and complete forgiveness within five minutes, like, "Okay, on to the next thing. What can I learn from that interview that's going to help me to do that better and be more responsive next time?" So those are the two. And this woman yesterday helped me by asking that question, because I haven't really talked about that—the two, the yin and the yang, both of them living together.
RA: It sounds like the relationship that you have with that part of yourself recognizes that as part of your driving force to constantly get better. And that was the whole point of your book, Bad Therapy: that we can learn this way. It sounds to me like that’s the way that you learn, and that’s the way that you continue to grow—rather than controlling that inner critic, it’s really more like embracing it.
JK: And honoring it, and really feeling grateful for it. I don't learn very much about therapy anymore, reading books or whatever. But I learn so much watching people who are just good at anything they do. I've been reading Gladwell's new book about what leads to success—and it's ten thousand hours of experience. Gladwell's point in The Outliers is that people who are extraordinary in their fields just work harder at it than anyone else. They work at it so hard that it looks easy. And I embrace that idea.
VY: So how do therapists work hard at being better therapists?
JK:
The single best thing that predicts excellence in what we do is how we respond to our consumers.
The single best thing that predicts excellence in what we do is how we respond to our consumers. My consumers are mostly students and readers because I don't do that much therapy anymore. But I want to be a much better teacher that I am. I think I'm really, really good, but not nearly as good as I want to be. And I think that's why, after almost 35 years of teaching, I'm still so incredibly excited about what I'm doing.

Yalom, to get back to your question about what therapists can do, I have friends that have been practicing for decades that see anywhere from 25 to 50 clients a week, basically following the same theoretical orientation they've always used. They report to me that they still very much enjoy their work, and still feel enlivened by it, and I have to tell you that I don't understand that. I believe that they believe it—I think I believe that—but a part of me says it's impossible.

But maybe that's a statement about my own needs for change. I reinvent myself at least every five years because—here's my neurosis right out here—I get so bored with myself. I'm tired of my own stories. I get tired of doing things. I've taught the group therapy course well over a hundred times, and the reason I like teaching group therapy is that it is always different, it is never the same. You can change one person in the group and it's different. That means I'm always challenged and always stimulated.

I think therapists get lazy. I think we've got our favorite stories, we've got our favorite techniques and metaphors that have been tested in the trenches for years. They produce predictable outcomes, so we just go on cruise control: "Oh, here's another one of those." And it works. But I just get bored with myself if I don't feel like I'm learning something new or I'm out on the edge, on a learning edge to get better. But that is more than a little exhausting.
RA: Where do you source your change from? Do you feel that you change in response to what your consumers—students or clients or readers—are wanting from you?
JK: I change everything I can that's within my power to change. For a while I used to change jobs. That was somewhat self-destructive because I had a family and a young son at the time, and my wife and son would always come with me. We lived in Peru and Iceland and Australia, and we lived in five different universities in the United States. I was moving every five years just because I was hungry for something new. And while I don't believe in regret, there's a part of me that feels a little wistful about what it would have been like to be in one place for long enough that I would actually see my students around town as they became professionals. This might be my seventh university or something like that. It's my last one; I'm at an age now where I know this is where I am. And I love that feeling, too. I've changed my theoretical orientation, or at least it's evolved, every two years. I'm amused that when a client comes back to see me after five years, they think I do therapy the same way, and I don't anymore.
VY: Who’s the judge of that? You think you don’t…
JK: I'm pretty sure I don't. Because they expect certain things of me and I sometimes have to explain, "Oh, by the way, I don't do that anymore. I approach it this way. I still remember how to do it if that's what you want, but I've got some new stuff here that's kinda cool; maybe you'll like this too."
VY: Of course. But so much about therapy is the relationship. Although you may feel you’ve changed, do they experience you differently as a person?
JK: Actually, another one of the cool things about aging, at least in the literature I'm aware of in men—but I'll just talk about me—is, as I've aged, I think I've become even more transparent, more authentic, and more willing to take interpersonal risks with clients in session to help them feel safe. I was a therapist when I was 21—and I look young now, but I am going to be 58. But boy, did I look young then.
RA: 21—that’s quite young!
JK: Yeah, it was quite young. So, early in my life, I had to devise ways to get respectability so people would take me seriously. And even when I was in my 30's, I looked like I was in my 20's. I looked in the mirror recently, and I think I'm old now: I have gray hair! I think people look at me as old. Actually, I know they do, because my students now look at me as their father, which is a little depressing. But I like that I've finally reached a point where I look like what a therapist is supposed to look like.

Maybe Doubt isn’t such a Bad Thing

VY: Do you think it’s really important that therapists are honest with themselves about their doubts, about themselves and their work, the variety of their desires?
JK: No, I don't think it's good for all therapists to open up that can of worms if that's not some place where they want to be or some place they want to go, or maybe that's just not their experience. I meet and know therapists that say they don't have doubts. I envy that—I think. No, see, that's a lie! I don't envy that. See, that's one of the lies I mean: I catch myself saying things like that that I don't really believe, but they're the kinds of things I'm supposed to say.
I don't envy therapists who don't have doubts; I mistrust them
I don't envy therapists who don't have doubts; I mistrust them—maybe because it's so far from my experience, and because I think that doubting and questioning lead me to be more of an explorer of things

So I don't think I believe that's the case with all therapists. But the ones who come to my workshops or my classes came there for a reason, so there's a level of informed consent. If someone comes to a workshop or picks up a book that has a title like Clients Who Changed Me or Bad Therapy or whatever, then they're saying, "Okay, I'm open to this." But one of the beautiful things about our work is that there are just so many ways to do this that fit different personalities and different styles.

I go to a lot of programs where experts stand up with total and complete certainty and they say, "This is truth, this is the way it is." And it might often be prefaced with the statement, "The data supports blah blah blah." Or they'll say, "The empirical evidence supports blah blah blah and it follows that…" Because you say, "That's The Data, The Evidence; therefore, there it is," then it ends the conversation. What makes it especially funny is that then you go into the next room and the next conference, and someone says, "The evidence supports…" and then the exact opposite of what you just heard.


RA: So how do therapists bring that ambiguity into the room, or bring their own doubts into the room? Because I imagine that’s part of what makes them human.
JK: You know, I don't bring it into the room. When I and a couple of colleagues about fifteen years ago were looking at all the research on therapeutic relationships—and this was in a book called The Heart of Healing: Relationships in Therapy—I remember what we considered groundbreaking at the time was that there is no "Therapeutic Relationship." The best therapeutic relationship is one that's individually designed and tailored for each client, not for the therapist's convenience. My fantasy is imagining my clients in the waiting room comparing notes about what my therapy is like, and they think they're seeing different therapists. And they are, because I'm not the same with any. If I'm seeing a working-class man who's skeptical of therapy, works in construction and is not sophisticated about the emotional work, we would work in a very different, concrete, specific, goal-focused, male-respectful way.
RA: So it sounds like you actually do bring the ambiguity into the room, but maybe not in a way that your clients would tell. You might bring it by responding differently to each client.
JK: For some clients, I think the source of their anxiety or their depression or their helplessness is that their lives feel out of control because there is too much ambiguity in their lives. So the whole idea of doing a personalized assessment for a client is, if you have too much ambiguity in your life then you need more structure and an illusion of certainty.
VY: So, for you, being comfortable and exploring your own ambiguity feels right, but it’s not something you’re going to share with your client if it’s not helpful to them.
JK: That meets my needs, not the client's needs. I have preferences, as all therapists do, about the kinds of clients I like to work with. My perfect client is me—someone like me, that's got my unresolved issues, so that I get to do my work.
If I had my way, I'd prefer to do a Yalom-esque, existentially based, search-for-meaning long-term relationship, probably with a professional male. If I had my druthers, that's my YAVIS client, my perfect client who would come in. But I get a couple of those in a lifetime.
If I had my way, I'd prefer to do a Yalom-esque, existentially based, search-for-meaning long-term relationship, probably with a professional male. If I had my druthers, that's my YAVIS client, my perfect client who would come in. But I get a couple of those in a lifetime.

And, with managed care and all the other kinds of things, if I have a client who comes in and says, "I have one session with you, this is all we have," I'll do brief therapy like the best of them. I will rise to the challenge, because that's what the client needs. But I can't say I like that as much as I would if I could do relational-oriented work with someone that wants to do some deeper explorations into what gives their life, and all lives, greater meaning. I get off on that, because that's my journey.

I suppose what I teach my students is that it's fine to pick a theory, any theory, doesn't matter which theory—pick a theory to start with or, pick a theory that your supervisor likes because you've got to make your supervisor happy—and then over time you're going to have your own theory, your own way of understanding what this work is about. And that's the growth edge that we were talking about earlier.

I feel sorry for therapists that come to workshops like this to get their CEUs. I see that because I do so many of those workshops. And I can see people sitting in the audience that have this huge sign on their forehead: "I am only here for my CEUs. Entertain me, damn it, because I don't want to be here, and you're not going to teach me anything I don't know, anyway." I might agree with that last statement, and I will entertain them, but I think that's a bit sad that they really think they've got it already.

Integrative Therapy: Replacing “Or” with “And”

VY: When you’re training students and trying to in some way mold the next generation of therapists…
JK: Or grow, instead of mold.
VY: Sure. What do you do to help make it safe for them to explore, to be aware of their own inner world as therapists?
JK: All the things that I'm doing with you right now—that is,transparency and the most brutal honesty that I'm capable of. And modeling for them, as much as I can, that I'm not afraid, and I'm going to show you the parts of myself that I think are least likable. And what do you notice happening when I show you that? My hypothesis is that you like me more—that the more I show you the parts of myself I don't like, the more you respect me and the more you like me. Isn't that interesting?
VY: What you’re advocating is still counter to, I think, the basic framework that we have as therapists.
JK: Is it?
VY: You know, people talk about countertransference, but it’s still almost as if, well, you’ve got to resolve your countertransference.
JK: I believe in countertransference; I believe in projective identification. I believe that those are phenomena that exist. I'd been classically trained in a strong psychodynamic background, a strong cognitive-behavior background, a strong person-centered background. I went through all of those stages and a dozen others in my career. So I honor all of those concepts. I think they exist; they exist within me; I recognize them with me. But it's not either/or, it's and:
the feelings that we have for our clients or our students are both real and projections, not one or the other.
the feelings that we have for our clients or our students are both real and projections, not one or the other.
VY: Sure. I like what you’re saying. I think there’s still a bias in our profession that we work these things through quickly to become “mature” therapists.
JK: I sure don't believe that. But what I love that's happening: it feels like there are other people that are, if not joining me, going way ahead of me in this regard. The whole constructivist movement, narrative therapy movement, and feminist therapy movement, and relational cultural therapy are now all about honoring the egalitarian relationship between therapist and client: therapist not as expert, but as partner, as collaborator.

Therapy was dominated by men and male-oriented thinking for the first century. But now, because my students are mostly immigrants and minority students in Southern California, a lot of the traditional white-man theories don't really fit their client populations. Most of my students are immigrants who work in their own communities. You can't do cognitive-behavior therapy or existential therapy, or person-centered, or Ericksonian, or any of these mainstream therapies—you can't do them as they were designed when you're doing it in Vietnamese or Mandarin or Spanish.
VY: Why not?
JK: Well, I guess you can. My point is there's a tremendous cherishing and honoring of difference, and the idea that you adapt what we do as therapists, not just for that individual client but for the cultural context of their experience, the community in which they live and function. So it feels like there's much more respect for the therapist's experience.

For my next book on creativity, which I'm writing with Jon Carlson, we interviewed a number of therapists, but a couple that stand out are Laura Brown, a feminist therapist, and Judy Jordan, who's a relational cultural therapist. And they both use the four-letter word when they describe their relationship, that is, love: that therapy is about love. And
I believe that it's a non-possessive, non-exploitative kind of love that our clients feel for us and that we feel for them.
I believe that it's a non-possessive, non-exploitative kind of love that our clients feel for us and that we feel for them.

I've been doing qualitative research my whole life, and I had to do it in the dark because it was never respected as legitimate research. Now qualitative research is one of the preferred methods. When I first started doing this, everyone was doing grounded theory, which is ex-quantitative researchers doing qualitative research but being uncomfortable with it, so they do all this coding. Most of my students are doing narrative analysis now, which involves preserving the stories, the lived experiences, the phenomenology of the people they're talking with—being able to do a thematic analysis of it, not the same way that therapists do, but in a parallel process. "What is the meaning of this?" And, "What are the intersections between the lives of these different people I've spoken to?" The last study one of my students has done is with therapists who had clients who committed suicide and who were marginalized afterwards—could never speak about it, could never talk about it.
VY: The therapists?
JK: The therapists. And what's so forbidden about this is that therapists are not allowed to grieve or express their own loss of a client.
RA: It sounds like you get really energized by the exploration of the tremendous variability of human life.
JK: I get excited when I learn something I don't already know; that really gets me going. I like working with therapists and working with students—and for that matter, working with clients—who bring something in that I've never thought about before, never encountered before. It's my fault because I get lazy. Someone comes in and they say, "I'm depressed because I don't have a job," and I think, in a lazy way, "Oh yeah, you're another one of these."
VY: You’re 58 and you’ve written about 75 books, so laziness is the last attribute I would think to describe you.
JK: I meant laziness in my therapy, where I put someone into a category instead of honoring the uniqueness of what they're bringing. Every client really is unique. This kicks in that perfectionistic stuff again—the voice: "Kottler, it's you! You're the problem, not what your clients are bringing you. And if you stop looking at them as being similar, they wouldn't be similar." Then that forgiveness voice says, "Yeah, but you do the best you can. You're busy; you're writing five more books. So give yourself a break."
VY: What it seems you were speaking to is the fundamental trait of curiosity about others and about yourself, which I think is a great trait in a therapist: to be genuinely curious.
JK: Maybe about some kinds of therapists, but I'm imagining people reading this that don't think that way, and I want to honor their experience too.
That's another one of the things that's so great about being a therapist: you can be a therapist so many different ways.
That's another one of the things that's so great about being a therapist: you can be a therapist so many different ways. And it's much harder work for me to do this, but I like helping each therapist develop their individual style rather than trying to be like me or someone else. But it's much easier to teach people, "This is the way." There are some really good habits and skills and knowledge-base kinds of things that everybody must learn and get down before we let you loose to start doing this with other people. Everybody has to start with all these generic skills, and the basic research and theory in a field; developing your own voice is something that happens years later.
VY: It is. I think, unfortunately, people get professionalized and homogenized in graduate school and have to unlearn a lot in order to find their own voice ten, fifteen years later.
RA: Yeah. I’m wondering whether you’ve found that there’s a way to circumvent this. Are you helping students to find their own voice, or to maintain their voice, earlier in their training?
JK: Yeah—back to something we talked about earlier—by modeling the doubts and uncertainties.
RA: Right.
JK: And that's a huge feature of what I write about and teach: "Why would you want to be like me? You might say I'm ahead of you in some areas, but I'm still questioning, still trying to make sense. That's what I want to model that you do, because we never become this finished product." That's another one of the taboos we mentioned earlier. We never—I'm saying we—
I will never get to the point where I think I know what I'm doing.
I will never get to the point where I think I know what I'm doing. And for students to hear me say that out loud, they just eat that up.
RA: It’s liberating.
JK: Yeah! And—now I have to remember the second part of that, the second thread that that person told me earlier—and I'm not bothered by that. I don't worry about it, I don't feel ashamed of it, I don't think about it. It's really good to be me. It's really good to be calm and accepting about the things I don't know and understand.

The Secret to Writing: Just Do It

VY: When you’re working with a client, there must be some times when you feel like you know more, and sometimes you know less.
JK: Yes, of course. And with teaching it's like that as well. But—back to that theme about being bored with myself, bored with my stories—I've repeated some of them in this interview that I've written about in books. And I feel badly about that, because I don't like to repeat myself. And when you've written 75 books, how much experience could a person have to put in 75 books? It's really hard work to go out and find new experiences for the next interview or the next book. And I feel bad about that. Audiences and readers are very forgiving. They say, "Oh, but it was such a good story, it bears repeating." That's so kind, but I hated when my teachers would repeat a story that we already heard before.
VY: I imagine people frequently ask you how you have written 75 books. You probably have some standard answers for that, but could you come up with a new answer?
JK: Here's the new answer, because I've been thinking about this: it's really, really easy. Because people ask me all the time, "How can I write one book, or how do I become a writer?" It's easy: write!
VY: For you it’s easy.
JK: No, it's easy for anyone! If you write, then you're a writer. It's like, I don't decide in the morning when I wake up that I'm going to brush my teeth. I just brush my teeth; it's something that I do. Live, breathe, keep good dental hygiene. So I don't decide I'm going to write everyday. I just write everyday. It's part of who I am, and it's so intrinsically satisfying. I love it so much because it's part of my curiosity. I write about things to try to make sense of the world, and I just love it. There's sex, there's skiing, there's surfing, there's being with my family, and there's writing. And that's what I love. So it's not work. I don't ever have to make time for it. It's just there. It's just what I do. And I'm a really good writer because I've found my voice. People tell me all the time I write just like I speak. So I don't have to rewrite anything that I write. It comes out beautifully in a first draft; when I see editors, they don't have anything to do with my stuff.

I never had a good foundation; I needed glasses. Up through junior high school, my dumb parents never got my eyes tested. I memorized the eye chart in school because I was embarrassed. But the whole world was foggy. I could never see anything. I used to sit right in front of the television to watch cartoons. My dumb parents didn't say, "Duh, this kid can't see. Why do you think he's right in front?" So I could never see the board in school. What that means is I never learned grammar. So I don't have the basics, but I think I learned to write because I just love to write, and I do it everyday.
VY: Well, you have a natural ability. Some musicians can hear a tune and play it on the piano; most people can’t do that. They have to learn the music.
JK: I don't know. You say it's a natural ability. I think I worked my ass off to be able to do this. I think I just flat-out worked harder than anyone else I know to do this. And I still work harder than anyone else I know to do this.

And, by the way, let me just put this qualifying thing: I save so much time in my life for play. I will not do a workshop or a presentation in a place unless there's fun associated with it, or it's someplace I want to go or want to be. I find time for myself. I read a novel a week.
VY: How much do you sleep a night?
JK: That's the thing: I don't sleep very well. But that's bladder-related. And my wife is the same age, so we kid each other that we only need a single bed because one of us is up… including last night. Last night I got up at three and that was it.

I think we're going to have to end here.
RA: Any last comments?
JK: I think the bladder one was a great last comment.
VY: I don’t think we could top that one. Thank you very much for taking the time to talk with us.
JK: This was fun. You got a good interview out of me because it was fun, dynamic and interactive. And I said some new things, so that's good.
RA: Good, I appreciate it. Thank you very much.

Irvin Yalom on Existential Psychotherapy and Death Anxiety

From Chapter One: Origins

Ruthellen Josselson: This was your first case presentation.
Irvin Yalom: Right. I was pretty anxious about it. I remember my patient very clearly—a red-headed, freckled woman, a few years older than I. I was to meet with her for eight weekly sessions (the length of the clerkship.) In the first session she told me she was a lesbian.

That was not a good start because I didn't know what a lesbian was. I had never heard the term before. I made an instant decision that the only way I could really relate to her was to be honest and to tell her I didn't know what a lesbian was. So I asked her to enlighten me and over the eight weeks we developed a close relationship. She was the patient I presented to the faculty.

Now I had been to several of these conferences with other students and they were gut- wrenching. Each of these analysts would try to outdo the other with pompous complex formulations. They showed little empathy for the student who was often crushed by the merciless criticism.

I simply got up and talked about my patient and told it as a story. I don't think I even used any notes. I said here's how we met. Here's what she looked like. Here's what I felt. Here's what evolved. I told her of my ignorance. She educated me. I was profoundly interested in what she told me. She grew to trust me. I tried to help as best I could though I had few arrows of comfort in my quiver.

At the end of my talk there was a loud long total silence. I was puzzled. I had done something that was extremely easy and natural for me. And, one by one, the analysts—those guys who couldn't stop one-upping each other—said things to the effect of, "Well, this presentation speaks for itself. There's nothing we can say. It's a remarkable case. A startling and tender relationship." And all I had done was simply tell a story, which felt so natural and effortless for me. That was definitely an eye-opening experience: Then and there I knew I had found my place in the world.

This memory is perhaps a life-defining moment for Yalom. As he remembers and talks about it, he is deeply moved. In some ways, his work ever since has been about telling stories, stories about his encounters with people as a therapist, stories that instruct us about how to connect meaningfully with others. He has retained his essential humility—he still allows others to teach him about their reality as he tries to encounter them in their deepest being and offer them a relationship in which they can heal. This moment also marked for Yalom a route out of the anonymity he had experienced throughout his education. Despite his academic successes, no one had recognized that he had any particular talent and he had only the vaguest sense that he had some special ability. For the first time, he was recognized—and for doing something that his teachers had never seen done before.

RJ: Where did you get the courage to do that?
IY: It didn't feel like anything courageous, as I recall—but this is over fifty years ago—I didn't have other options. It was my turn to present a case, this was my way to present a case. Whenever afterward I presented a case, whenever I presented at grand rounds or a lecture, I had the audience's full attention. I always had that ability.
RJ: So this moment when you told the case to the analysts and they were silent, they were unable to respond in their usual ways and start to compete with each other with formulations, you felt that they saw in you and that you had done something worth noticing, something important?
IY: Oh, yeah, for sure. If I try to understand it now across all those decades, I think it was because I was talking about a psychiatric case, but speaking in a whole different realm, a literary, story-telling realm. And their formulations had no sway. The jargon, the interpretations, all that had nothing to do with the story I told them. Of course that's my view: I'd love to go back in time and learn what they were really thinking.
RJ: There are so many different ways to tell a story, including the usual case presentation which is also a way to tell a story. But this was a different way to tell a story.
IY: I didn't know anything about telling a story or what telling a story meant in any kind of technical way, but I somehow knew how to put things together to create a drama.
RJ: With yourself in it.
IY: Oh, with myself in it. How I met her, how I didn't know anything about her being a lesbian, how baffled I was, how I guessed she must feel to work with a therapist who's admitted that he's totally ignorant of her lifestyle, how she must have worried about my accepting her, how I must have given to her some representative of the whole world who knew nothing about her and who possibly might ostracize her in some way.
RJ: You didn’t judge her, or pathologize her, or do something like that. You were able, in fact, to engage with her in a very human way.
IY: Yes. I think that's true. I did not ostracize her—just the opposite, my confessing my ignorance drew us closer together—a relationship forged in honesty.
RJ: As opposed to the psychiatric way or psychoanalytic way that would look at her as a carrier of symptoms and pathology.
IY: That's right, case formulations which focus narrowly on pathology were very distasteful to me.
RJ: It was distasteful even in medical school.
IY: Even in medical school—I didn't like the distant disinterested stance of many psychiatrists I encountered.
RJ: But you were still clear you wanted to go into psychiatry even though what they were doing was not something that you felt was at all appealing.
IY: That's right. Once or twice I wavered because there were so many things I liked about medicine. I liked taking care of people, liked passing on to them what Dr. Manchester had passed on to me. But I never seriously entertained doing anything else in medicine. So I was committed. At this point, I was already starting to read a lot about psychiatry.

From Chapter Six: Yalom’s Reflections on His Work

RJ: I am impressed by how much philosophy you have read and integrated in your work as a therapist and a writer.
IY: I spent 10 years reading philosophical works and writing Existential Psychotherapy. It was a good friend, Alex Comfort (a man known for The Joy of Sex but who wrote over fifty scholarly books) who advised me it was time to stop reading and start writing. But I've continued to read philosophy ever since. Existential Psychotherapy was a sourcebook for all that I've written since then. All the books of stories and the novels were ways of expanding one or the other aspects of Existential Psychotherapy.
RJ: But you don’t think about Existential Psychotherapy as being a school of psychotherapy?
IY: No. I never have. You cannot simply be trained as an existential psychotherapist. One has to be a well-trained therapist and then set about developing a sensitivity to existential issues. I've always resisted the idea of starting an institute or a training program. I have such a strong pull towards writing. I really love to write.
RJ: With the widespread success of your case story books and then your first novel, did you then start writing more to the general public?
IY: No, I always thought my audience was the young therapist, young residents in psychiatry and student psychologists and counselors.
RJ: So you never thought about writing to the general public? They would be eavesdropping as you spoke to therapists.
IY: Yes, they would be eavesdropping because they had been in therapy or were interested in the topic of therapy. I think the Love's Executioner book description proclaimed that this book was for people on both sides of the couch. And I also thought people in philosophy would be interested, especially in the Nietzsche book and the Schopenhauer. That psychobiography of Schopenhauer was original—there's no other work like that.
RJ: How come you chose Schopenhauer? With Nietzsche it’s clearer to me, because you are so close to his philosophy.
IY: Schopenhauer was always in the background. You have to remember that he was Nietzsche's teacher. (I mean intellectually—they never met.) But Nietzsche turned against him eventually and that break fascinated me for a long time. It was of great interest to me that they started from the same point, the same observations about the human condition, but one became life-celebrating and one life-negating. So what was that all about? I suspected it was driven by character, or personality, issues.

And also Freud was interested in Schopenhauer. He was the major German philosopher when Freud was educated. A great many of Freud's major ideas are sketched out in Schopenhauer's work. His work was very rich. He wrote voluminously about so many other topics such as politics, musicology, and esthetics but I concentrated solely on his writings about life and existence.

You have to recognize the human condition before you can figure out how to deal with it. Schopenhauer can inform us about the futility of desire and the inevitably of oblivion, but eventually it's the Nietzschean idea of embracing life that is the viable answer to this dilemma.
RJ: In so many of your stories as well as the novels, there is a recurrence of the themes of sex obsession and love obsession. Can you tell me about how come this captured your interest?
IY: I've always been struck with the idea of romantic love and losing oneself in the other in that way, which I've often characterized as "the lonely I dissolving into the we." And therefore you lose the sense of personal separateness and find comfort in the lack of loneliness. That's why I've always been intrigued with Otto Rank's formulation of going back and forth between the poles of life anxiety and death anxiety. And also Ernest Becker, who is very Rankian, and developed Rank's ideas in his wonderful book, The Denial of Death.

So I've always been interested in this idea of romantic love and also in religious submission, which is similar—both relate to the ultimate concern of isolation. And this issue of obsession was a predominant theme in Nietzsche.

I had a patient recently who was obsessed about a woman who had broken off with him but he couldn't get her out of his mind and he went and read the Nietzsche book and came back and said it did him more good than the two years of therapy we had done.
RJ: So we strive to be autonomous but have difficulty dealing with our separateness?
IY: Yes, and also underneath much compulsive activity is a lot of death anxiety. Often the death anxiety is overlooked because of other issues such as rage.
RJ: So in the pain of existential isolation, the lonely I is connected to rage which is connected to death anxiety. And the fear and the rage is about both aloneness and death. We are thrown into this finite existence alone. In your Nietzsche novel and in some of the stories, the aim is to help people give up the obsession.
IY: Helping them find some more authentic way of relating to others.
RJ: Do you see love obsession and sex obsession as the same thing?
IY: I see them as first cousins. In The Schopenhauer Cure, Phillip's anxiety was assuaged by the sexual coupling, but the relief was evanescent. In romantic love, life can't be lived without this person and if you lose her, you're in continual grief—that's been the problem for many of my patients.
RJ: How do you distinguish between authentic meaningful connection and love obsession?
IY: The basic distinction lies in rationality, not thinking in irrational terms. A love obsession is highly irrational. It's ascribing things to the other that aren't there, not seeing the other as the other is, not being able to see the other person as a finite, separate person who doesn't have magical powers. A love obsession comes from the same stuff as religion, ascribing powers to the other.
RJ: Don't you think that when people love one another, they do some of that's a certain amount of idealizing, making the other person very special?
IY: I think that a true love relationship is caring for the being and becoming of the other person and having accurate empathy for the other person where you are trying to care for the other person in every way you can. But that may not be the focus of a love obsession. Like the first story in Love's Executioner—where one of the dyad did not even know the other was having a psychotic experience. People will fall in love with someone they hardly know. In true love, you see the other person accurately as a human being like yourself. You fall in love with someone by seeing who they are and what they are so they aren't forced to be someone they're not. For me, the kind of love relationship I want to espouse is one where one's eyes are wide open.
RJ: So that would be a measure of the rationality of the relationship.
IY: Yes.
RJ: In your most recent book, Staring at the Sun, you return to the theme of death. I wonder why now?
IY: I'm dealing more with this because of my age. I'm 76 now, an age when people die and I see my friends aging and dying. I see myself on borrowed time. I spoke about much of this in Staring at the Sun.
RJ: What has it meant to write this book at this age?
IY: I've been so inured, so plunged into the topic. Originally I was going to write a series of connected fictional stories about dealing with death anxiety. I had been reading a lot of Plato and Epicurus and I thought I would write a series of stories with some connection. I was inspired by a Murukami book called After the Quake in which all the stories were connected by one thing: the Kobe earthquake. I had six stories in mind and my plan was to start each story with the identical nightmare about death. In each story the dreamer wakes up in a panic about dying, leaves the house and searches for someone who can help him with his death anxiety. The first story was set in 348 BC and the dreamer goes out in search of Epicurus. A second story would involve a minor Pope of the middle ages, then in Freud's time, then more contemporary stories. But I spent so much time researching the first story on Epicurus, reading about what the ancient Greeks had for breakfast—what's a Greek café like, what clothing was worn, then I started reading novels about ancient Greece, a novel about Archimedes, and about the priestesses at Delphi—until six months had elapsed and I realized that the background research would take years and I reluctantly gave up the idea, which I thought was a splendid concept. Perhaps one of the readers of this interview will write it some day.

So I went to the other project I had in mind, a revision of Existential Psychotherapy. I reread it carefully and underlined things I wanted to change and organized a course of students who would read it with me and help me to select the dated material, but, in the end, I was overwhelmed by the task, especially the scope of the library research looking up the empirical research on the ultimate concerns that has been accumulating in the twenty-five years since I first published this book. So I gave that up and wrote a book on what I had learned about an existential approach in the years that have passed since I wrote the textbook. Next my agent, noting that seventy-five per cent of the book addressed death anxiety, suggested that I might write a tighter book if I concentrated only on death anxiety. Finally the book underwent one more metamorphosis when my publisher suggested I direct it more to the general public. I agreed to do so but insisted upon a final chapter directed at therapists. I believe the strongest chapter is a personal chapter dealing with the development of my own awareness of death.
RJ: Would you say that doing this book makes you even less fearful about death than when you started it?
IY: I think so. But writing about death anxiety wasn't an effort to heal myself about it. I've never been that consumed with death anxiety. It was more of an issue a long time ago when I started working with cancer patients. I don't think I've been unusual in my degree of death anxiety. Now I feel like I've become effective in dealing with patients with death anxiety and am confident that I can offer help.

Irv shared with me a number of email letters he gets daily from people all over the world. These are heartfelt (often heart-rending) letters from people expressing their appreciation of the ways in which his writings have changed their lives.

"It is not enough to say that your words moved me or affected me. When at the end [of The Schopenhauer Cure] Pam placed her hands on Phillip and told him what he needed to hear—the words on the page began to blur, all I could do was lean my head back, swipe at the onslaught of tears and wait for my faculties to return. It was the catharsis I needed." Or from another: "I know I am alone and finite, but I feel connected to the rest of humanity in reading your books because everyone else, I realize, is in the same boat—and thanks for that insight/comfort." And from a professor in Turkey: "I'm writing to you in appreciation of keeping me excellent company through the rough hours of the day: when you are alone, or even worse (better?) when you think you are alone . . . I usually start my lessons with a saying or a thought of yours in order to boost my class—and me—to open a new window and see things a little bit different."

Other letters are from people longing to find some salve for their emotional pain, some of what he has provided his own patients. He answers each of these letters personally, acknowledging their meaning for him or, when he can, offering counsel.

RJ: What have these letters meant to you?
IY: I feel I have another, a second therapy practice. I know I mean a lot to some of my readers. I'm aware that they imbue me with a lot more wisdom than I have and they long to connect with me. I try to answer every letter, even if it's just to say thank you for your note. This correspondence makes me unusually aware of my readership. I took an early retirement from the Department of Psychiatry ten years ago. One of my main reasons was that psychiatry had become so re-medicalized that my students had little interest in psychotherapy and instead were far more interested in biochemistry and pharmacological research and practice. I didn't really have students who were interested in what I had to teach. So I now feel that my teaching is done through my writing. I don't miss classroom teaching because I feel that I now have this whole other way of teaching. I consider my writing teaching and getting this correspondence keeps me aware of that all the time.
RJ: What message do you try to convey in response?
IY: As I said, some simply express appreciation for the writing or tell me it was meaningful to them and I simply state that I feel good that my writing had a positive impact. Sometimes I say that writers send their books out like ships at sea and that I'm delighted that a book arrived at the right port.

There are other readers who ask for help for some personal issue and, if appropriate, I urge them to seek therapy. Some write a second time thanking me for being instrumental in their obtaining help. Some readers comment that their current therapy isn't helping and ask for email therapy. I don't do therapy by email and urge them to be direct with their therapist and to express these sentiments openly. I even suggest that concealing these feelings may be instrumental in their therapy not being useful. Their job in therapy is to share all their feelings and wishes with their therapists. Able therapists will welcome this forthrightness. My main message though is to let them know that I've read their letter.
RJ: It makes me so sad to hear that you had students who didn’t want to learn what you had to teach. What does this say about the future of psychotherapy?
IY: I do feel there is a pendulum swinging, even in psychiatry. I do hear about more programs starting to introduce therapy again. Many contemporary therapists are trained in manualized mechanical modes—all of which eschew the authentic encounter. After some years of practice, however, a great many of these therapists come to appreciate the superficiality of their approach and yearn for something deeper, something more far-reaching and lasting. At this time therapists enter postgraduate therapy training programs or supervision. Or they learn by entering their own therapy. And I can assure you they never never seek a therapist who practices mechanical, behavioral or manualized therapy. They go in search of a genuine encounter that will recognize the challenge inherent in facing the human condition.
RJ: From Afterword
IY: In 2005, Irv and I went to visit Jerome Frank, Irv's mentor and friend, who lived in a nursing home nearby my own home in Baltimore. We had been visiting him, separately and together, over many years, as he steadily declined with age. Even as his physical and mental impairments progressed, Jerry was always professorially dressed in suit and tie. "Tell me what you're working on," Jerry would usually ask Irv when we arrived, and they would embark on lively conversation about Irv's work and whatever Jerry was reading at the time. (My role was usually to sit and smile and enjoy the warmth of their connection. I knew Jerry far less well and for less long, of course.) On this particular occasion, Jerry was not wearing his suit and, after a few moments, it became clear that his mental decline was far worse. In fact, we soon realized that he didn't know who we were. I was very embarrassed and unsure what to do, and I left the conversational challenge to Irv. He tried a few topics to engage Jerry and found that Jerry could still remember some people from the distant past and they talked some about them. But then, Irv's genius asserted itself in the flow of this difficult interaction and he asked, kindly and compassionately, "What is like for you, Jerry, to be sitting here talking to people when you aren't sure who we are?" Always the here and now! And Jerry understood and responded to the care in the question. "I'm glad of the company," he said, "and you know, it's not so bad. Each day I wake up and see outside my window the trees and the flowers and I'm happy to see them. It's not so bad." Once again, Irv had penetrated to the existential core of Jerry's experience, and he did so by daring to speak the simple reality of our being together. Perhaps the message of his whole corpus of work is just this. It's all we have.

James Bugental on Existential-Humanistic Psychotherapy

The Interview

Victor Yalom: I’ll get this started with the question you always ask: are we live or are we on tape?
James Bugental: Good question. Now, can we edit the interview?
VY: I’ll have someone type this up, and then I’ll e-mail it to you, and then you can look through and see if there’s anything that you don’t like or things you want to change, and I’ll honor whatever requests or deletions you have. It will be a joint project.
JB: And this is not on video, so I can be as sloppy as I'd like.
VY: Sure. And thanks for reminding me I want to get a couple of candid photos of us to put on the website, before we stop. I recall when we made the videotape of you, "Existential-Humanistic Psychotherapy in Action." In the introduction you started off by pointing out the actual reality of the situation—that even though you were doing a real session with a client, you wanted to acknowledge that there were other people in the room influencing the situation, the videographer, and the sound crew, the lighting, etc. It reminded me of your maxim "Everything is Everything,"—that is, we must take into account the real context of any situation.
JB: It's astonishing to me even now how often people join in a conspiracy to deny that there's a camera or a camera crew—that it doesn't count.
VY: The reason I mentioned this is I wanted to acknowledge the context of our interview, and recall that that video project was the genesis of Psychotherapy.net, which we’re just launching; and I’ve invited you to be the first featured therapist of the month. For that reason, and also because you’ve had such a profound impact on my life personally and professionally, I thought it was suitable that you be the premier therapist of the month.
JB: I feel that with real appreciation.
VY: So you wrote a new book, another book, this one called Psychotherapy Isn't What You Think. Tell me about that title.
JB: What do you think it is?
VY: What do I think the title is?
JB: Yes, or what do you think psychotherapy is, either way you like.
VY: What do I think?
JB: Uh-huh.
VY: I’d like to hear from you about that title.
JB: Well, I think—see how that word just pops up over and over. What's that word doing in there? Why do I put it in? Well, I think I put it in, see, that's the way, sort of crossing your fingers, saying: Don't hold me to it too tightly; I'm tentative; I want to see what I say, how it sounds and whether I want to stand behind it. And so much in our personal intercommunications is of that order.

VY: Hedging our bets?
JB: Yeah, by not putting all our chips on it. And so much of our lives we live that way: I had my fingers crossed, it didn't count. Think of all the different ways in which we say we're living tentatively for the moment.
VY: What do you think you’re getting at with that title, Psychotherapy Isn’t What You Think?
JB: See, that's what I was just answering when I took you on this little side trip about thinking and so on. What we do is tentative, we don't want to be held to it too tightly, and particularly in the therapist's office we need to be free to sort of speculate, to think, but not commit. But also we need to know there is a difference. Psychotherapy isn't what I think. It's what I live, when it's the best—when it's the psychotherapy you really want to believe in.
VY: In this book and in your previous one, you attack a lot of the fundamental, the traditional thinking about kind of a logical, or as you say a “detective” or problem-solving approach to psychotherapy.
JB: The whodunit school of psychotherapy.
VY: Then what should psychotherapy be?
JB: It's the pursuit, it's the process of always leading somewhere beyond to somewhere fresh.
VY: And making that process fresh?
JB: Yeah. Well, you, I'm sure, like me, sometimes you get into a rut with a patient; if you listen for some time you realize you're stuck in a familiar pattern, and that pattern is what you think, not what you live. That's why it's so important to feel alive in the therapeutic hour, to be aware of what we're living in the actual moment.
VY: When you look back in your life, what are the things that have really helped you become more alive?
JB: That's a tough question.
VY: Well, the reason I ask is that the thing that most impresses people about you when you’re talking about or demonstrating psychotherapy, is not just the concepts you espouse about being alive and being present, but how you put these principles into action, how you embody them. So I’m wondering….
JB: How did I get there?
VY: Sure, maybe how you got there. What do you think helped you with that?
JB: That's an intriguing question. Let me chew on it a minute. Well, I'll tell you some of the things that come to mind. I don't know whether they're a complete answer. My parents were for some time very into Christian Science, Unity viewpoint, all those sorts of things, quasi-religious I guess you'd call them. Very well-intended and not without merit, but for me it seemed that we were just saying the words. I'm sure this happens in any religious system. You say the words in the absence of genuine presence to the words. I don't want to just indict Christian Science. It has many good things, and other things have similar sets of words, all of which is often very benign, even useful. But somehow the magic, the dynamic has slid away from the living experience of the person, and become words.
VY: Which for you weren’t truly alive?
JB: Well, for me, and I think for many others. But I don't even want to make that sharp a distinction between saying the words and what is truly alive. I think it's a gradient.
VY: But you started upon this topic in explaining how you got to be more alive.
JB: Good point, thank you. Now right there is an example of what I teach about psychotherapy: by bringing attention to my process, you helped me stay with what's more alive right now.
VY: I’ve learned a few things from you.
JB: Thank you, that moves me. It's so hard as a human being in an interaction with other humans to be open, to receive and give communication without some of the communication replacing the living. Does that say it? You know what I mean.
VY: Yes, yes.
JB: I think being alive involves constantly finding a balance for being in and out of relationship. Being in front of an audience, boy! it's easy to get sucked totally out of full aliveness. You complimented me a minute ago that I often can be alive, but I have to be wary because, once I step away from myself and realize "Hey, I'm doing it now," then I'm already not doing it. It's a very slippery slope.
VY: But sometimes you can revel right in the moment, being self-aware, and at the same time appreciate what is happening.
JB: That's right, and that's the best countermove. You know, when I step out of myself to comment on it, that can be losing my footing or regaining it.
VY: I’m going to ask you the third time, Jim. Can you think of what are some things that have helped you personally to become more alive, more embodied?
JB: My experience with the quasi-religious sects that my parents were in and….
VY: S-e-c-t-s?
JB: S-e-c-t-s (laughter). Well, let's play with that for a minute because I think in sex you have the same thing, in physical, bodily sex—that if you're feeling very sexy, if you start trying to talk about it, and describe it, there is one point at which it augments the excitement, and then another point at which it dampens the excitement. That's really an intriguing thought, isn't it?
VY: Are you avoiding talking more about yourself personally, or do you just keep getting sidetracked?
JB: I feel these were very personal things I just said.
VY: No.
JB: No?
VY: Oh, they are, but not in terms of my original question of what do you think helped you to become more alive or embodied. You mentioned Christian Science. Are you implying you reacted against this, and were propelled to find another way?
JB: Rather I would say, the various kinds of religious, quasi-religious, semi-religious experiences I have been exposed to have helped me tremendously to experience the difference between the word, the information, and the living experience.
VY: So early on in life this is something you were very aware of, this distinction?
JB: No, not very early on. I would say about high school. By that time I was beginning to be aware of it. It wasn't a sudden boom; it was a very gradual process. I suspect it's still going on in a way. I don't suspect, I know that's so, now that I say it.
VY: You’ve focused so relentlessly on this topic of presence and the importance of the human subjective experience for the last 40 years or so.
JB: If you don't have presence, what have you got? What are you working with?
VY: You’re preaching to the choir, of course. I’m convinced that this is important, but I’m wondering if you have some sense of why this particular topic held such a grip on you.
JB: Well, I think that goes back to things like the quasi-religions. I don't know why I keep insisting on putting "quasi." They are religious groups.
VY: What’s held your interest and fascination with presence for all these years?
JB: My reaction when you ask that is: Without that, what have we got? I'm surprised how can you ask that question. Without that it's all mumbo-jumbo, or – what comes into my mind – you know when you get a package, it's got these little plastic things that fill it in so the contents won't break.
VY: Styrofoam peanuts?
JB: Yes. Without that we're reduced to Styrofoam peanuts to subsist on.
VY: I can see in your facial expression that presence is just as important to you right now as it has been for the last 40 years.
JB: I'm not sure if I can quantify it like that.
VY: In either case, it’s still very important.
JB: Very important, oh, yeah. What have you got if you don't have presence?
VY: Styrofoam peanuts?
JB: Exactly, and too many therapeutic interviews are filled with Styrofoam peanuts. Don't you think?
VY: Yes.
JB: But sometimes you do depend on those peanuts. I wouldn't get rid of them.
VY: I've often had the impression that for you living through the Depression profoundly impacted your life.
JB: True, absolutely right.
VY: Anything more about that?
JB: It's such a broad question, I don't know. Let me think just a minute. See, so many of my formative years as one approaching adulthood…
VY: How old were you…
JB: I was just trying to think of that.
VY: …during the Depression?
JB: Well, 1929 was the crash. In 1929 I was what… 13, 14 but we didn't feel it totally for several years. Let's see, when was my brother born? I don't remember. He's nine years younger, so he was born by that time but was very small. And for a while my dad couldn't support us, so we went to live with my mother's mother.
VY: Where was that?
JB: In a small town in southern Michigan, Niles, Michigan. That was important, first not having Dad there. Dad's a whole other chapter, a whole other story. But, second, because it was a small town. Mother gave piano lessons and that brought us a little income, and then she got a job playing in the movie theater.
VY: Playing the piano or organ?
JB: Playing piano, and also she took organ lessons and played organ for the Catholic Church I think when their organist was ill, and that brought in some money. I always remember that the movie theater where she played most, once in a while I could slip in and sit on the bench with her while she played, and that was fun, you know. And she just improvised as she watched it. Sometimes it came with suggestions for the pianist.
VY: She’d improvise to the movie?
JB: Yes (laughter). And I'm not sure this is true – you know how some memories you're not sure about – but that was the movie that also had—oh the name just slipped past me, "Flaming Youth," or something like that. It had scenes about bad young people who danced and pulled their skirts up and things. It was sexy in a very cautious way, but you might even see the girls' thighs or something. But I never got to go sit on the bench when that was playing, although I was always trying to. Frustrating. Maybe Mom wouldn't have let me. Those were times, perhaps because my grandmother was such a dear lady, who pitched in and supported us for a while but who was a very staunch Methodist or Baptist or Presbyterian, one of those, in a way that my family was not. And she was amazingly progressive about my not going to Sunday school every Sunday. I went a lot of times, though.
VY: How do you think the Depression impacted you—then and later on in your life?
JB: Oh, God, so many ways. The splitting up of the family, the whole family for a while, and then when we finally were able to get back together, that was such a wonderful thing. Not without its problems, though. When we first went back, you know, we went by train, of course, in the coach in the cheapest way, and it was three days and two nights, or something.
VY: That’s from Chicago?
JB: No, we went to Chicago and then out to California. Dad had come out here to L.A., and so Mom packed food in a basket and we ate sandwiches and whatever she'd put in the basket. When the train was in station, she ran off and got some more supplies, and then we were sleeping in our seats, of course, and it was a big adventure. Also in the car with us were a couple of advance men, I guess they were, for the L. G. Barnes' Circus, and I got acquainted with them and they were young, and I don't remember much detail except they were very friendly to me. I think of those times with sadness and with joy. There was lots of both, and I think what it did, thinking more in terms of your question, I think those times demanded that I grow up in some way, not be so dependent as I might otherwise have been. Dad wasn't there, Mom had her hands full trying to earn some money and take care of my brother, who was much smaller, and be there for me as well.
VY: Just the two of you?
JB: The two boys, uh-huh.
VY: No girls?
JB: No girls. But what it did was—I never thought of it quite this way—it demanded I be a separate person, more than if the family had been intact and in an intact home. One thing that helped very much was Boy Scouts, after we came to California. Let's see, you had to be 12 in those days to join, and I was born in 1915, so that would be 1927, actually 1928. And I had read novels about Boy Scouts and studied about them, and, oh, I was so eager for that. Now, what was so big about that same time was doing papers. I sold papers on the street corner.
VY: Where?
JB: In Lansing.
VY: Michigan?
JB: Uh-huh. And that was good. I earned practically nothing, I know now…
VY: How much would you make?
JB: Well, they were daily papers so we sold them every day, and my guess is I might make 50 cents, but that's only a guess. It wasn't any big money. After we came to California I had a paper route, bigger stuff, regular. Had to have a bicycle, which I loved. Oh, I loved my bike.
VY: Did you have enough to eat?
JB: Yeah. Sometimes it was scrimping, and I vaguely knew in the back of my mind that my mom wasn't taking as much, that she was shorting herself some. Hard times. Dad always had such grand plans, and they mostly didn't pan out, you know. But I learned from him optimism because he'd bounce back wonderfully. The only thing, sometimes he'd go off on a binge and get drunk, and he wasn't mean but he was unavailable.
VY: Do you think the deprivation or fear of the Depression lingered with you and impacted you later in adulthood?
JB: I'm sure it did, yeah.
VY: How so?
JB: Well, to always be concerned about income, and my earnings from my paper route sometimes helped us tie over. Both of my parents felt bad about that, and Dad went back to Chicago, didn't come to Michigan because he and Grandmother didn't get along very well. But he gradually was able to earn more, send us some money, until we finally could come to California. That wasn't the end of the money worries, though. There were federal projects, you know. I can't remember the details now. He did some things on a work project, and Mom did some teaching on a federal project. It's so amazing looking back how kids can know and not know so much of what's going on with the adults.
VY: Despite that economic uncertainty, you chose to go into psychology, which I imagine was by no means a guaranteed income in those days.
JB: Well, actually, it was pretty good. Now, we came to California about 1931, and 1932, I guess, was the Olympics in Los Angeles, and I got a job as an usher, and that was neat.
VY: Do you remember anything from those Olympics?
JB: Oh, yes.
VY: What stands out?
JB: Well, the first thing to pop up was not really because of the Olympics. There used to be, every year – I guess it was called the Electrical Parade. All the major movie studios would have floats, and there were marching bands from USC and UCLA. And I guess PG&E, maybe, and some other industries would have floats. The thing I remember most about that [laughter] was that the studios, the big movie studios often had floats with maybe a Grecian scene, or something, with starlets or would-be starlets with very little clothing on them.
VY: You keep getting back to that.
JB: Yeah, keep getting back to that. I always loved that. And the ushers would always get people seated, and then when the parade came and when those floats came in, we all got down in the boxes and looked up [laughter].
VY: So you’d get the good view?
JB: So we would get the good view.
VY: Those seem to be the memorable moments in your life?
JB: That's one of the memorable moments (laughter). And also I guess there was a flood. I think it was in the La Crescenta, Cucamunga area, and I went up there with a group of boys and we helped people dig out or helped them in various ways, and I was beginning to feel some authority because as an older boy they reported to me, and I worked with the officials. That's a little more grandiose than it was. I might have said "Hey, Kid, have you got anybody that can run an errand?" and so on.
VY: Do you remember the first client you saw?
JB: Oh, you're jumping way ahead. Am I taking too long?
VY: That’s okay.
JB: Don't hesitate to tell me. I'm enjoying reminiscing. Let's see. Got through junior college, worked some, I can't remember doing just what now. Oh, I worked for the Bank of America Trust and Savings Association, which we called Bank of America Mistrust and Slaving Society. That taught me I didn't want to stay in the banking business. And then in the meantime, I'd say about 1935, I got married. No, it would be later than that, early 1940s. I got married to a girl I'd been going steady with since junior college. In the meantime, we both graduated from junior college and she went to UCLA. Her family had more money so they could do that. I worked, and now I can't unwind it all, too many strands all mixed in. Anyway, she was from Texas, that was it, and at some point her family invited us to come back there, and a distant cousin was the Registrar at Western State Teachers' College. He said "We can get you in here." My grades were not good enough to get a scholarship, I'm sure, but somehow or other I got in and finished up my last two years of college in one calendar year, by taking extra courses and so on. And then I did well enough to get a scholarship to Peabody—do you know Peabody?
VY: In Georgia?
JB: No, in Nashville, Tennessee. It's now affiliated with the Vanderbilt University School of Education. It had a long, excellent history, particularly in psychology. Names we don't hear much any more: Garrison and Boynton and so on. so think we were getting support from my wife's family, we must have been. Oh, by that time I had been in and out of the Army, that's right, so I had the G. I. Bill. I was only in the Army, God, I don't know – 11 months, 13 months, right around a year.
VY: Did they send you anywhere?
JB: Virginia. In the meantime we moved to Atlanta. I don't know just how that came about now, but I got to know the chief psychologist at the Army Hospital there, and so when I went through my training he requisitioned me. I went through basic and I was assigned there, and had the great fortune to be put with a Gray Engleton, who had been for many years a psychologist in the New York City schools. Gray, I remember him. He was such an encouraging, sponsoring, teacher. He opened up my whole vista on what a psychologist was and what they could do.
VY: You’re getting emotional when you talk.
JB: Yes, I do.
VY: What’s the feeling?
JB: It's hard to identify. It's sadness, great appreciation for him. He opened a door that I didn't even know existed within the practice of psychology, what it means to be a psychologist.
VY: You were in the Army then? If you hadn’t met him, you might not have become a psychologist?
JB: No, I'd already taken my Master's in psychology, but I might not have taken the path that I did, I don't know. Someplace in there my second child, James, was born, and the war ended. Without trying to detail just the sequence, the thing was that with two children and having a year of service, I became eligible for discharge. I don't know, something about that—I don't think it was the discharge. It was the change in my life. In a relatively short space of time, five years – I'm just grabbing the number, it's not precise at all- my whole vision for myself, my whole vision of what was possible, what the world was going to be, radically changed. I began to think I wouldn't have to be a salesman like Dad, that I might be able to do something more. I always wanted to be an author, to write fiction. Well, I'm getting too caught up in details here.
VY: No, not at all.
JB: That's okay? And then I got discharged and went back to Georgia Tech to the counseling center; but in the meantime a former professor of mine at Peabody, had become the director of the counseling center, and with his encouragement I began casting around and looked for fellowships and scholarships or something. Ohio State accepted me, and I liked Carl Rogers, who was there, and it sounded like the place I should go, so, without worrying about the details, I accepted that, and we moved there.
VY: You entered the PhD program?
JB: Um-hmm, and we moved to Columbus, Ohio, even as Carl Rogers was moving to Chicago. So instead of studying with Carl Rogers as I intended, I found I was with George Kelly, and it was the luckiest break of my life. No, not the most, but one of them. George is not well known but he was a splendid teacher, encourager, and he'd brought Victor Raimey, another name you probably don't know, but Vic was one of Rogers' Ph.D.s and was at the University of Colorado. Vic was so encouraging. I was his first graduate student, his first doctoral candidate. Let's see, I passed all the tests the night before…. what? I don't remember – before something or other, maybe passing my orals, that was it, and I guess somehow we were in a celebratory mood and Victor came by my house and picked me up and we went out, and he got drunk and I had to take care of him (laughter). But I was his first candidate, and it was too much for him, I guess (laughter). Oh, he died too soon. Nifty guy. I had my basic degree by that time. New Ph.D.s in Clinical were very sought after and you could almost name your school, and name your price within reason, and UCLA meant coming home in a way, so I took UCLA. And the rest is history. Why did I go through this whole thing? What did you ask me that set me off?
VY: I asked you if you remember your first client.
JB: My first clients were counseling clients, some who we really did brief therapy with, though we didn't know it by that name then, but therapeutic counseling. I set up the counseling center at Georgia Tech—no, not Georgia Tech, but UCLA – I don't know. Anyway, I found I loved to do that.
VY: Despite that and your desire for economic security, you did the bold thing, quitting a tenured position at UCLA?
JB: That's right.
VY: To go into clinical practice, whatever that was.
JB: Al Lasco, do you know Al? He and Glen Holland and I were all teaching at UCLA, and we started a practice on the side, Psychological Services Association. Good academics that we were, we'd have regular staff meetings, and we'd study books together, sometimes bring people in to teach us. It was a very rich diet, out of which we all three eventually left UCLA and developed our practices.
VY: I’ve heard you say that at the time all the books on psychotherapy, including psychoanalysis, fit onto one bookshelf.
JB: Oh, yeah. Not even a full shelf. I can't remember them now, but there were a couple from the twenties that still had some currency, and of course Carl Rogers' books, a couple of those, and just one or two others. There just was hardly any literature in the field.
VY: Were you aware of being real pioneers?
JB: Yeah, to some extent, uh-huh.
VY: Exciting?
JB: Oh, yeah, yeah. And a lot of support, too. Not only the two people in practice with me, but at that time we were starting the Los Angeles Society of Clinical Psychologists in Private Practice. There was another group practice, three guys that we had very congenial swapping relations with, and then maybe a half dozen others in town in solo practice, most of them having some other connection, as private practice wasn't supporting them solely. But rapidly that changed and new people came in. LASCPIPP, that's it, Los Angeles Society of Clinical Psychologists in Private Practice, and it's still very much in existence. And there's the Southern California Psychological Association, which overlaps with them.
VY: Any memories that stand out of a particular client you’d like to share just as you were kind of learning how to do this thing called therapy?
JB: Also a guy I'd known in high school, we'd been in high school together, was a psychiatrist, and I think he was in training analysis, and we got together and I used his office some and he gave me sort of coaching. I don't know whether we ever had a formal supervisory relationship. I don't think so, but just sort of coaching and he taught me about some of my work and he'd tell me about some of the things that he was learning, and that was very helpful. My whole understanding of the phenomenon of resistance traces back to Jerry Saperstein. I'm moved now and I can't think quite why. We weren't big buddies or anything, we were just good friends, our paths only sort of bumped together for a while, but it was congenial.
VY: Are there some moments with clients that stand out when you look back and think: Here’s where I learned some important things about therapy?
JB: There are a number of them. There was Mildred, who was an older woman, who—how would you characterize Mildred? Very needy. Looking back I know how much I fostered her need. I needed her to need me, and I think I did a lot to help her, but I didn't do much that was forward looking. I didn't know about that even. I gave her support. It taught me a very important lesson, not just to soak in positive transference, not just to feed it and feel that everything's going great.
VY: What about the therapy with her helped you learn that you needed to do more than support? Did you get to that point with her where you started to do more?
JB: Oh, yes, and she fought it, hated it, and then I'd slack off. I think the thing I learned most importantly was that it's not too hard to get a positive transference if you don't keep setting limits and having a formal sense of what you're doing. It doesn't have to be stiff and distant, but just yielding to the neediness of the client is not therapy, and I'm afraid that's a lesson many of us have to learn probably not just once. I struggled with that a lot.
VY: Therapy isn’t what you think.
JB: You got it [laughter]. Now where do you want me to go from here?
VY: Before we move on, you said several came to mind that you thought of, clients who have helped you learn about what therapy is.
JB: I mentioned Jerry teaching analytic concepts and particularly about process as opposed to content, one of the most fundamental things I learned. Oh, someplace in there I went into analysis myself. That was a very important learning experience, five times a week.
VY: How so?
JB: Oh, the analyst I had, and I think many others too are very disciplined, very formal, and somehow in that respect very evocative. I know many new therapists are hesitant to be formal and disciplined and so on, feeling that they will drive the client out, but that formality, those limits, actually can encourage intensity. That was an important discovery.
VY: What did you learn about yourself in psychoanalysis?
JB: About myself? I think I learned my neediness, my emotional neediness, and how important it was to not suppress it but give it some structure.
VY: We all have a lot of neediness.
JB: Structure and ethics, because I think one of the most important things for a therapist to learn, and one that I worry that too many of our younger therapists don't get to understand, is the reciprocal relationship of affect and form.
VY: What do you mean, they don’t understand? What don’t they understand?
JB: That affect itself, the display and release of it….
VY: Catharsis?
JB: Yeah, catharsis unbridled is not psychotherapy. Catharsis bridled—the bridle is a good metaphor because you steer with it. Catharsis bridled is a powerful therapeutic vehicle. It's not therapy, it's a vehicle for therapy. Emotional discharge is incidental to therapy, not prerequisite for therapy, but without structure affect is counter-therapeutic actually.
VY: You don’t really believe that affect is incidental? Don’t you need to get to some point of strong affect?
JB: Oh, sure, but affect with structure. Affect provides the engine, but the engine doesn't know where to steer.
VY: I’d just to like shift for a final part to taking a look at where you are in your life now. A lot of the theoretical existential literature talks about death, death anxiety, and how it impacts one’s life. You’re getting old.
JB: I used to just have great terror around death.
VY: Yeah?
JB: Oh, yeah.
VY: When was that?
JB: At a guess, I'm saying the 1940s and '50s—that's a guess. Probably when I was in my thirties and forties. That's not very precise. Just god-awful. I couldn't breathe.
VY: You were worried about dying?
JB: Not about dying. About oblivion, nothingness.
VY: What do you think that was about, looking back?
JB: It was about oblivion and nothingness [laughter]. I think that's what it was about. It was about confronting how limited is our knowledge and our purview, about confronting that finally I had the Ph.D. and I'm a psychotherapist and I'm the president of this and something of that, and I don't know where the escape hatch is. I'm still going to die, and I still don't know what's happening to me. I think that's finally the existential reality coming home, and I didn't welcome it.
VY: And now?
JB: It's funny, no not funny, but in an odd kind of way those things are still true. The feeling I'm discovering even as we talk is very difficult to put in words. What comes to mind though, is a celebration of the not knowing. That's got too many overtones that I don't want, but it's something like that. It feels right that I don't know. I hate it that I don't know, all at the same time.
VY: It’s not terror then?
JB: Not terror. But I can see terror back of it a ways, like it's waiting, it might come back. But there are other things in back, too, so I don't think I'll just be captive of it.
VY: You complain about your memory a lot.
JB: That's a pain in the ass. If you press me on what year was that, or where were you living at that time, or informational, factual, objective information, I just can't do it.
VY: But right at the moment you’re still very lucid and present?
JB: Yeah, that's the saving grace.
VY: Maybe letting go of that helps you to be even more present?
JB: Oh, I think, yeah, very definitely. If I grapple with that, I'm not present. I'm off in a private wrestling match.
VY: Any awarenesses about life….
JB: Endless.
VY: ….that you could share with me that will save me a little pain?
JB: Nope. That's one important awareness!
VY: What are you going to do the rest of the day?
JB: Well, probably I'll alternate between trying to find my desk under all these things—I know it's there and I remember once I saw it. And who know, I may play with an idea for a new book.
VY: Good luck.
JB: Thank you
VY: I’ll take a couple of photos.
JB: Okay. I haven't shaved or anything. Is that all right?

Looking Out the Patient’s Window Redux: Self-disclosure and Genuineness

Nancy

In my fifteen-minute break—before seeing Nancy, my last patient of the day—I checked my voice mail and listened to a message from a San Francisco radio station. "Dr. Yalom, hope you don't mind but we've decided to change the format of our program tomorrow morning: We've invited another psychiatrist to join us and, instead of an interview, we'll have a three-way discussion. See you tomorrow morning at eight thirty. I assume this is all okay with you."

Okay? It wasn't okay at all and the more I thought about it the less okay it felt. I had agreed to be interviewed on the radio show in order to publicize my new book, The Gift of Therapy. Though I'd been interviewed many times, I felt anxious about this interview. Though the interviewer was extremely skilled, he was highly demanding. Furthermore, it was an hour long, the size of the radio audience was enormous and, finally, it was in my hometown with many friends listening. This voice mail message further fueled my anxiety. I didn't know the other psychiatrist; but to juice up the interview they had, no doubt, invited someone with an opposing point of view. I brooded about it: The last thing I, or my book, needed was an hour-long hostile confrontation in front of a hundred thousand listeners. I phoned back but there was no answer.

I was not in a good frame of mind to see a patient but the hour struck six and I escorted Nancy into my office. Nancy, a fifty-year-old nursing school professor, first came to see me twenty years before following the death of her older sister who had died of a brain malignancy. I remember how she began: "Eight sessions. That's all I want. No more, no less. I want to talk about the loss of the dearest and closest person in my life. And I want to figure how to make sense of life without her." Those eight sessions clicked by quickly: Nancy brought an agenda to each session: important memories of her sister, their three fights—one of which initiated a frosty silent four-year era which only ended at the funeral of their mother, her sister's disapproval of her boyfriends, her deep love for her sister—a love she had never expressed openly. “Her family was a family of secrets and silences; feelings, especially positive ones, were rarely voiced.”

Nancy was smart and quick: A self-starter in therapy, she worked hard and appeared to want or need little input from me. At the end of the tenth session she thanked me and left, a satisfied customer. I wasn't entirely satisfied, however. I would have preferred more ambitious therapy and I had spotted several areas, especially in the realm of intimacy, where further work could have been done. Over the next twenty years she called me two other times for brief therapy and, repeating the same pattern, used the time efficiently. And then, a few months ago, she phoned once again and asked to meet for a longer time, perhaps six months, in order to work on some significant marital problems.

She and her husband, Arnold, had grown increasingly distant from one another and for many years had slept in different rooms on separate floors of their home. We had been meeting weekly for a few months and she had so improved her relationship with her husband and her adult children that, a couple of weeks previously, I had raised the question of termination. She agreed she was getting close but requested a few additional sessions to deal with one additional problem that had arisen: stage fright. She was awash with anxiety about an upcoming lecture to a large prestigious audience.

As soon as Nancy and I sat down she plunged immediately into anxiety about her upcoming lecture. I welcomed her energy: it diverted my attention from that damn radio show. She spoke of her insomnia, her fears of failure, her dislike of her voice, her embarrassment about her physical appearance. I knew exactly what to do and began to escort her down a familiar therapeutic path: I reminded her of her mastery of her material, that she knew far more about her topic than anyone in the audience. Though I was distracted by my own anxiety, I was able to remind her that she had always sparkled as a lecturer and was on the verge of pointing out the irrationality of her views of her voice and physical appearance when a wave of queasiness swept over me.

How hypocritical could I be? Hadn't my therapy mantra always been "it's the relationship that heals, it's the relationship that heals." Hadn't I always, in my writing and teaching, beat the drum of authenticity? “The solid, genuine, I-thou relationship—wasn't that the ticket, the significant ingredient in successful therapy?” And yet here I was—riddled with anxiety about that radio show and yet hiding it all behind my pasted-on compassionate therapist countenance. And with a patient who had almost identical concerns. And a patient who wanted to work on intimacy to boot! No, I could not continue with this hypocrisy.

So I took a deep breath and fessed up. I told her all about the voice mail message I received just before she entered and about my anxiety and anger for my dilemma. She listened intently to my words and then, in a solicitous voice, asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm considering refusing to go on the program if they insist on this new arrangement."

"Yes, that seems very reasonable to me," she said, "you agreed to another format entirely and the station has no right to make the change without clearance from you. I'd be really upset about that, too. Is there any downside of your refusing?"

"None that I can think of. Perhaps I won't be invited back for the next book but who knows when or if I'll write another."

"So, no downside of refusing and lots of possible downside in your agreeing to do this?"

"Seems that way. Thanks Nancy, that's helpful."

We sat together in silence for a few moments and I asked, "Before we turn back to your stage fright, let me ask you something: How did that feel to you? This has not been our everyday hour."

"I liked your doing that. It was very important to me," she replied, paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and added, "I have a lot of feelings about it. Honored that you shared so much of your self with me. And ‘normalized': Your performance anxiety makes me more accepting of my own. And I think your openness will be contagious. I mean, you've given me the courage to talk about something I didn't think I'd be able to bring up."

"Great. Let's get into it."

"Well," Nancy looked uncomfortable and squirmed in her chair. She inhaled and said, "Well, here goes . . ."

I sat back in my chair, eager with anticipation. It was like waiting for the curtain to rise on a good drama. One of my great pleasures. A good story in the wings ready to make an entrance is like no other anticipatory pleasure I know. And my anxiety and annoyance at the interview and the radio station? What interview? What radio station? I had totally forgotten it. The power of the narrative drowned all cares.

"Your mentioning your book, The Gift of Therapy, gives me the opportunity to tell you something. A couple of weeks ago I read the whole book in a single sitting, till three a.m." She paused.

"And?" I shamelessly fished for a compliment.

"Well, I liked it but I was . . . uh, curious, about your using my story of the two streams."

"Your story of the two streams? Nancy, that was someone else's story, a woman dead these many years—I described her in the book. I've used that story in therapy and teaching for more years than I can remember."

"No, Irv. It was my story. I told it to you during our first therapy, twenty years ago."

I shook my head. I knew it was Bonnie's story. Why, I could still visualize Bonnie's face as she told me the story, I could see her wistful eyes as she reminisced about her father, I could still see the violet turban around her head—she had lost her hair from chemotherapy.

"Nancy, I can still see this woman telling me the story, I can . . ."

"No, it was my story," Nancy said firmly. "And what's more, it wasn't even my father and me. It was my father and my aunt, his younger sister. And it wasn't on the way to college—it was a vacation they took in France."

I sat stunned. Nancy was a very precise person. The strength of her assertion caught my attention. I turned inwards searching for the truth, listening to the trickling of memory coursing in from outposts of my mind. It was an impasse: Nancy was certain she told me this. I was absolutely certain I heard it from Bonnie. But I knew I had to remain open-minded. One of Nietzsche's marvelous aphorisms entered my mind and served as a cautionary tale: “"Memory says, I did that. Pride replies, I could not have done that. Eventually memory yields."”

As Nancy and I continued to talk, a new and astounding thought dawned. Oh, my God, could there have been two stories? Yes, yes, that's it. There must have been! The first story was Bonnie's story about her father, her yearning for reconciliation, and their unsuccessful drive to college; the second story was Nancy's two-stream story about her father and aunt. Now, all at once, I realized exactly what had happened: My gestalt-hungry, story-seeking memory had conflated the two stories into a single event.

It's always a shock to experience the fragility of memory. I've worked with many patients who have been destabilized when they learned that their past was not what they had thought it was. I remember one patient whose wife told him (at the breakup of their marriage) that, throughout their three-year marriage, she had been obsessed with another man, her previous lover. He was shattered: All those shared memories (romantic sunsets, candlelit dinners, walks on the beaches of small Greek islands) were chimerical. His wife was not there at all. She was obsessing about someone else. He told me more than once that he suffered more from losing his past than from losing his wife. I didn't fully understand that at the time but now, as I sat with Nancy, I could finally empathize with him and appreciate how unsettling one feels when the past decomposes.

“The past: wasn't it a concrete entity, unforgettable events etched indelibly into stone-like leaves of experience? How tightly I clung to that solid view of existence.” But I knew now, I really knew, the fickleness of memory. Never again would I ever doubt the existence of false memories! What made it even more confounding was the way I had embroidered the false memory (for example, the wistful look on Bonnie's face) which made it entirely indistinguishable from a real memory. All of these things I said to Nancy along with my apology for not having obtained her permission for the story of the two streams. Nancy was untroubled by the issue of permission. She had written science fiction stories and was well aware of the blurring of remembrance and fiction. She instantaneously accepted my apology for publishing something of hers without her permission and then added that she liked her story being used. She took pride in it having prove helpful to my students and other patients.

Her acceptance of my apology left me in a mellow mood and I told her of a conversation a few hours previously with a visiting Danish psychologist. He was writing an article about my work for a Danish psychology journal and asked whether my intense closeness with patients made it more difficult for them to terminate. "Given the fact that we're near termination, Nancy, let me pose that very question to you. Is it true that our closeness interferes with your ending your meetings with me?"

She thought about it for a long time before responding, "I agree. I do feel close to you, perhaps as close as with any other person in my life. But your phrase, that therapy is a dress rehearsal for life, which you said so many times—I think you overdid it by the way . . . well, that phrase helped keep things in perspective. No, I'm going to be able to stop soon and keep a lot from here inside me. From day one of our last set of meetings you did keep focusing on my husband. You did keep focusing on our relationship, but scarcely an hour passed without your moving over to the intimacy between me and Arnold."

Nancy ended the hour by giving me a lovely dream (remember Nancy and Arnold slept in separate rooms).

"I was sitting on Arnold's bed. He was in the room and watching me. I didn't mind his being there and was busy with makeup. I was taking off a makeup mask, peeling it off in front of him."

The dream-maker inside of us (whoever, wherever, he or she is) has many constrictions in the construction of the finished product. One of the major constrictions faced is that the dream final product must be almost entirely visual. Hence, an important challenge in the dream work is to transform abstract concepts into a visual representation. What better way to depict increased openness and trust with one's spouse than to peel off a mask?

Discussion

Let's review the major points conveyed in this vignette. First, let's consider my self-disclosure of my personal anxiety evoked by an event that occurred just before the start of the therapy hour. Why choose to share this? First, there was the consideration of genuineness. I felt too phony, inauthentic, sitting on my anxiety while trying to help her deal with anxiety about a very similar issue. Second, there is the matter of effectiveness: I believe that my preoccupation with my personal issues was hampering my ability to work effectively. Third, there is the factor of role modeling. My experience over decades of doing therapy is that such revelation inevitably catalyzes patient revelation and accelerates therapy.

After my self-revelation there was, for a few minutes, a role reversal as Nancy offered me effective counsel. I thanked her and then initiated a discussion of our relationship by commenting that something unusual had just happened. (In the language of therapists, I did a "process check.") Earlier I made the point that therapy is, or should be, an alternating sequence of action and then reflection upon that action.

Her response was highly informative. First, she felt honored by my sharing my issues with her—that I would treat her as an equal and accept her counsel. Second, she felt "normalized"—that is, my anxiety made her more accepting of her own. Last, my revealing served as a model and an impetus for her further revealing. Research confirms that therapists who model personal transparency influence their patients to reveal more of themselves.

Nancy's response to my disclosure is, in my clinical experience, typical. For a great many years I have worked with patients who have had an unsatisfactory prior experience in therapy. What are their complaints? Almost invariably, they say that their previous therapist was too distant, too impersonal, too disinterested. “I believe that therapists have everything to gain and nothing to lose by appropriate self-disclosure.”

How much should therapists reveal? When to reveal? When not? The guiding in answering such questions is always the same: What is best for the patient? Nancy was a patient I had known for a long time and I had a strong intuition that my genuineness would facilitate her work. Timing was an important factor as well: Self-disclosure early in therapy, before we established a good working alliance, might have been counterproductive. The session with Nancy was an atypical session and I do not generally reveal my own personal disquiet to my patients: After all, we therapists are there to help, not to deal with our own internal conflicts. If we face personal problems of such magnitude that they interfere with therapy then obviously we should be seeking personal therapy.

That said, let me add that on countless occasions I have gone into a session troubled with some personal issues and, by the end of the session (without having mentioned a word about my discomfort), felt remarkably better! I've often wondered why that was so. Perhaps because of the diversion from my self-absorption, or the deep pleasure of being helpful to another, or the boost in self-regard from effectively employing my professional expertise, or the effect of increased connectivity that all of us want and need. This effect of therapy helping the therapist is, in my experience, even greater in group therapy. All of the reasons noted above are in effect but there is an additional factor in group therapy: A mature, caring therapy group in which members share their deepest inner concerns has a healing ambiance in which I have the privilege of immersing myself.