Coming Full Circle: Helping a Young Couple Through Their Grief

A Matter of Death in Life

After seeing my last patient out, the sun in the back-office windows faded into twilight, darkly illuminating the autumn leaves. I began to feel weekend-ish, looking forward to a long, relaxed walk with Charley in the park, and the single gin and tonic with two limes, which I allowed myself on Friday evenings. As I put the day’s session notes on the desk, I saw the light blinking on the answering machine. One of my grad school colleagues and friend, Ben, sounded mildly upset.

“Hey Liz, I don’t know if you could see someone over the weekend, but a friend of mine just lost a baby to what they think is SIDS. They have a three-year-old son. They’re in shock and want to talk to someone about how to handle it with the kid. I thought of you immediately. It’s kind of urgent. Call me back.”

I sat quietly, letting this request wash over me. Was this a little too close to home, me aged 3 with the dead brother? But this felt urgent to me, as it was my story. Then with certainty and a whole-body-resolve, I thought, I could be of help. I dialed my colleague back.

“Liz? Hey, thanks for calling back.”

“Sure. Give me some details.”

“Upper-middle-class family. Lives on the west side. Dad seriously Type A. Mom too, but she has an arty vibe. The dad, Mark, left early for work this morning and when mom got up later, she thought it was strange her one-year-old daughter Bonny hadn’t woken her up. Claire, the mom, found the baby blue and not breathing in the crib and called 911. Claire tried not to panic, because Angus, the three-year-old, was up. Angus saw the cops and the medics and watched as the baby was taken out of the apartment. I think Claire was really freaking out too. Mark called me — he is a friend of my brother’s — after the baby was pronounced dead at the hospital. He is worried about his wife and his son.”

“I can see them tomorrow morning before yoga. Nine?”

“Sure.”

“Did the father describe the three-year-old’s reaction at all?”

“I think he is usually pretty rambunctious but after it all went down, apparently the kid has refused to talk and is very subdued.”

“Got it. Why don’t you just call them back with the time and give them my name, the office address, and my cell number in case by morning they change their minds. I assume they can afford a full fee?”

“Definitely,” Ben responded. “Great, I knew you were the person for this.”

“Thanks.” I hesitated and then said, “I think I am too.”

Ben was a good guy. We had bonded over leukemia; Ben got sick with it in adolescence and had been able to tell me about that experience. This helped me to know what it may have been like for my brother. Sometimes the universe is a sticky web. We get stuck in with those we need to know.

As I hung up, I realized I was somewhat daunted by the intensity of this referral, but felt it was necessary I take it on. What will I learn by touching the rawest parental grief over a lost child? Would I learn something about what my parents really went through when Jim died, or what I went through then too?  

The weekend feeling vanished, but I was still up to mixing my gin and tonic.

The next morning, I knew I needed to be centered and calm. Before my shower, I breathed in the roses on the terrace and then gave Charley’s belly some extra rubbing. As Charley and I walked to the office, I kept my awareness on what I could take in through my senses: the silver-grey concrete, the smell of traffic, the feeling of my foot hitting the pavement, and the cool morning air. I would have to steady my own feelings, so my own ancient grief did not disrupt what the family needed to bring to me. I had been known to get tears in my eyes when my patients were in pain.

At the office, Charley snoozed under my desk, and I settled into my buttery soft leather shrink chair. I kept working to find the right emotional space to work from — calm, steady, receptive. I didn’t get to stay put long when the outer doorbell rang. Game on.

A Sense of Helpless Defeat

I tried to softly smile as I greeted them. “Hi, I’m Liz Tingley. Please do come in.”

The father shoved out his hand and said, “Mark McNitt. This is my wife, Claire Holm.” They were in their late twenties, both tall, the woman quite thin. She was blond and the man’s hair had a reddish tint. They wore jeans, he with a jacket and button-down shirt. She had on a light-colored linen sweater, her long blond hair held back from her face in a ponytail. Their expressions were somber. Neither looked like they had slept.

I studied her face, pressed lips, red, swollen dull eyes. This plummeted me back to my own mother’s dark hole eyes the morning after my brother died, the look that made me back away so as to not get sucked all the way into her blackness. I felt a muscle in my neck tighten.

Stay in the present, Lizzie.

“Please come in,” I repeated, gesturing toward the adult patient chairs on one side of the room. Mark took his wife by the hand, almost depositing her in the first seat.

Type A alright, but protective too. She needs that now. That memory of my father pulling my mother to him, as we left the hospital where they learned Jim would die, reverberated in my head.

“Ben only told me a bit of what’s happened to you,” I said as I sat back. I made eye contact with each of them slowly, lingering a bit with Claire, her eyes tearing as she met my gaze. “Just tell me where you are.”

Mark reached over to hold Claire’s hand. He spoke first. “In shock, really.” Claire nodded.

“Yes. And it will take a while for that to wear off,” I said softly and paused. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Claire nodded. “It was a usual morning, except that we had been out late to friends for dinner with both kids the night before. We put the two of them down for bed about an hour or so later than usual. So, in the morning, when I didn’t hear Bonny stirring, I didn’t think anything of it.” She broke down, sobbing. Mark put his arm around her.

She must be feeling guilty, like if she had checked right away, the child might have lived.

“You had no reason to think it wasn’t normal for her to sleep in a little.”

Claire nodded as she sobbed. She pulled herself together. “Angus was playing in his room. I could hear him. So, I put the coffee on first and then went into Bonny’s room. She was lying on her side, with her head in an odd position. When I touched her, I knew something was wrong. She was blue. I screamed, grabbed her up, and called 911. They had me try to clear her airway and do mouth to mouth. When the paramedics got there, they took over. They took her away and I called Mark to meet them at the ER.” She looked down, her voice tapering off to a whisper and then she stopped.

Mark finished the story. “She was already dead,” he said. “The EMTs told me that at the hospital.” In a monotone, he continued, “They let me see her.” He teared up too but bravely went on. “They told me it was an unexplained death and they had to investigate. They called the Agency for Children’s Services and the cops. They’ve kind of been at the house since.”

Claire continued, “They said it’s a ‘SIDS-like’ death, but she was too old for SIDS.” She was trying to hold onto her tears but couldn’t. “She was nearly a month premature, but she had caught up at her one-year check-up. She seemed so healthy.”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to match my tone to hers, this inexplicable crazy fact of her dead baby.

“And Angus,” Claire again began to cry, with a panicked tone.

“That is why we are here, Dr. Tingley, to figure out what to do for him.” Mark sat up straight in his chair, ready for instructions.

Inwardly I groaned. They couldn’t fix this for their son, or for themselves any time soon, and I could see that at least Mark wanted a solution now. They were going to have to live in grief with him and themselves for a long while.

“Yes, let’s do talk about Angus. But let’s not go too fast to him. Before I can share what might help you with him, I want to know more about how you are experiencing today and yesterday. What has this been like for you?”

Claire sat back in her chair, with an air of defeat. “Devastated. And I feel a cascade of things. Exhaustion.”

That’s it, the sense of helpless defeat when you can’t protect your child. Though no one’s fault, it feels like a parental failure. I decided this was not the moment to elaborate this. What agency they had left they needed to carry them through the next few days.

Mark too leaned back in his chair, looked at his wife, and then made piercing eye contact with me. I held his gaze, to reflect the pain I saw on his face. Mark added slowly, “I didn’t know something could feel this bad.”

“Those feelings for you aren’t going away for a long time. And there is a lot to get through,” I replied.

“I know they just have to do their job, but I feel like both the cops and the social workers are very suspicious of us,” Claire reported.

I nodded.

Mark jumped in. “We know we didn’t do anything to cause this. The autopsy will show that. They just have to follow up.” Claire hung her head.

“You want to know how I am?” Mark continued, his tone now angry. “I am so mad. Not at the cops, but this is so unfair. Cosmically unjust. And Angus is suffering.”

Ah, he is trying to protect his son, because he “failed” to protect his daughter. 

“It is,” I said with emphasis, “Completely unfair.”

Mark met my eyes again and a tiny sliver of real connection seemed present, but he was rushing to solve the problem at hand, his son’s trauma from this abrupt death of his sister. “So, what can we do to help Angus?”

I decided to work with his wish for some answers. “What has been his reaction so far?”

Claire grimaced. “I’m not sure what he was doing when I found her, and I was screaming and trying to breathe life into her. He came out into the living room when the EMTs arrived. He looked spooked. And my son is usually a little bit of a tough kid.” Here she smiled just a bit.

Mark added, “He is usually a little bit oblivious and is very active, in his own world.”

Claire went on, “After they took Bonny away, he started to cry and asked where she was going. I feel like I came to my senses then and told him she was sick and going in the ambulance to the hospital and that Daddy would meet her there. He seemed to take that in. I said Sandy, his babysitter, was coming while I went to the hospital too. He asked me to stay with him but then I left him with Sandy. She was reading to him when I went out. We didn’t know what to say when we came back, with Bonny dead.” Claire started to sob uncontrollably.

I sat, looking at them both, trying to generate warmth, allowing her strong affect to flow and for me to receive it. Mark went over to hold Claire, his eyes wet too. Finally, Claire’s sobs receded, and she sat up, grabbed a tissue from the table next to her.

“How does it feel to let it out?” I asked.

She smiled faintly. “It’s not like regular crying. It doesn’t get any better if you let it out or hold it in.”

“Yes, the grief is intense, and it won’t go away altogether, ever. It may, with time, be less intense.”

She nodded, then continued her description of Angus’s reaction to the chaos. “When we got back, Angus was not himself. He clearly knew that something was terribly wrong. He won’t talk now, not a word. And he is not his usual bundle of energy. He kind of just sits there.” Claire paused. “What should we say?”

“It’s hard to know how to explain this to him when you can’t explain it to yourselves,” I replied. Both parents looked so utterly sad, helpless, and young. “I don’t know what you should say exactly, but we can think about it together. It has to be honest. You have to say that she is dead, that her heart and brain stopped working, and that she is never coming back. Do you have any religious views that you want to give him about death?”

They glanced at each other and then said, “No, not really,” simultaneously. That was a good sign; they were attuned to each other. That could go a long way to help them get through this.

“Has he ever stopped talking before?” I asked.

Mark shook his head. “He did have some pronunciation problems and he’s had some speech therapy but no, he’s never stopped talking before. Though he is an action kind of kid usually.”

“How old is he exactly?”

“Three and a half.”

That gave me an idea of how he thought. Concretely. And with probably slightly underdeveloped narrative skills given what else they were saying about his language. It might be hard for him to participate in creating a coherent story about this.

“Okay. Basically, what I said before goes to the main point, to let him know that Bonny is dead.” I watched to see how they would react to this clear statement of the reality. Mark minimally flinched but I went on. “Angus will not understand death at his age. I always recommend the book The Dead Bird by the lady who wrote Goodnight Moon. It is simple and direct. You can read it to him over and over if he wants, to help him understand.”

Mark took out his phone and made a note of the book. “I will order it when we leave.”

I continued, “And even though you tell him once that Bonny is dead, he will likely need to hear it more than once, because he will understand it differently than you think he does. I mean, cartoons make sense to kids; when the guy gets run over and then he pops back up. Permanence doesn’t mean the same thing to preschoolers as it does to us.”

Both parents nodded.

“Don’t force him to talk but keep talking to him. Empathize with his state of shock. Label his feelings, including confusion. Children often regress under stress. His language sounds a little vulnerable. It’s not surprising that he might lose that. He might regress in other ways too, toileting for instance, or not being able to sleep alone.”

Mark almost chuckled. “Claire had him in our bed last night, and he had been in his own room for more than a year.”

“I had to be sure he would make it through the night, Mark,” Claire said, distressed.

“I understand completely,” I replied. “And it was wise. He needs your physical presence more than anything, and to the extent that you can, your emotional presence as well. Children are most reassured by their parents. You need to help him feel safe. Mark, can you be okay with that for now?”

“Of course. Claire, I didn’t mean…” She nodded at him.

Different Ways of Grieving

“One part of this, as you try to manage what Angus needs, is to allow each other to need things that might be different. There is a lot of research suggesting men and women often grieve differently.”

Claire asked, “What do you mean?”

“Let me ask Mark. When are you going back to work?”

“Oh, I’ll want to get back in a couple of days. I can’t imagine sitting around like this for very long.” Claire looked horrified.

“That is what I mean. To feel useful and in the routine can often feel like healing to men. Often, women find they just need more time together. And that conflict can be misunderstood by both. I wonder, Mark, if you really will want to get back to work so soon, and if you will be able to meet your need to do that and balance what Claire and Angus might need.”

Mark looked at his wife. “We can talk about it, of course.” She smiled for the first time.

“When we have the funeral, should Angus be there?” Claire asked.

“Yes, unless there is some compelling reason elsewise. But you need a back-up plan, in case he is disruptive or very upset, or you feel you can’t grieve as you need to with him there. Someone who could take him out and could bring him back. It has to be someone he knows and trusts. Though he won’t understand all the nuances, he will be a part of saying good-bye to his sister, with you and family and friends. That’s what matters,” I said.

I could have cried right then. I had succeeded in pushing my past out during most of the session, but something felt very big, pressing down inside of me, my own emotional exhaustion at trying to hold them and me at the same time. They were hurting and it hurt to see that, to feel the hurt with them, as I suggested what they do for Angus. Why couldn’t someone have said these things to my parents? Why? But I had to push that question away for the moment. I still had work to do.

“This is, not to sound clichéd, a process,” I continued. “It is going to take time. The goal with Angus is to help him have a story to tell himself about this time and about his lost sister, a story that will become part of his life story, that helps him feel that it is coherent and hangs together. To do that, you are also going to have to be willing to be with him over time and to talk about your own sadness and grief and confusion — of course in a modulated way when you can — so that he feels you all together.”

Mark let out a big sigh. “That fits with so much of my gut instinct, but already I can see that Claire’s mother wants to take him out to her house in Westchester, so we have time to cope and make arrangements. But I want him with us. Don’t you Claire?”

“I’m not letting him out of my sight for more than five minutes,” she answered forcefully.

“Is he close to his grandmother?” I asked.

“Well, yes and no. She travels a lot, but when she is around, she is super fun with him.”

Grandparent as playmate. Not what this kid needs right now.

“Some of that will be fine, but more as time goes on. You will deserve breaks sometimes, but now he needs you. As best you can, give him that,” I said softly. Both were quiet for a moment, and I saw Mark disconnect and return to some state of shock.

“I think this is enough for now,” Mark said. “You have given us the start, a preliminary road map. Claire?”

Claire nodded, tearing up slightly, and said, “Thank you Dr. Tingley. I feel like I have some better ideas about helping Angus.”

“I’m glad it feels helpful. It’s going to be a tough row to hoe, but I think you have what it takes to get it done. And remember, like always with parenting, taking care of yourselves is also a way to take care of Angus.” I made full-on eye contact, first with Claire and then Mark. “And remember I am here. Call if you need more.”

Claire bowed her head at me as they stood. Mark shook my hand.

When I returned to my chair, I let the tension of holding myself together through the session evaporate. Silently, I still felt all the same terror, confusion, sadness, helplessness, and anger as Mark and Claire, but I knew I had done decent work with them. I also thought, as Ben had said, that I was the perfect person for this — on many levels. It wasn’t just my 40-plus years in the field, working in childcare with toddlers, where I lived with children’s everyday tears and frustrations, or the career in academic developmental psychology where I learned the research that supported work with young children, or even my time as clinical psychologist, where I found a theoretical frame and the tools to connect with and manage pain and growth. It was all of that combined with my own experience of early loss, that brought me here to be able to do this job, this day. That felt satisfying.

There was another feeling, too. Gratitude. These two grieving people had come to me, trusted me, taken in my empathy and knowledge. I was honored they had let me in at such a time in their lives.

A circle was complete. My career began because I wanted people to take the emotional experience of young children seriously, as my parents had not. I had just done exactly this for Angus. This small child, whom I’d never even meet, allowed me to finish what I started, unconsciously, so very long ago, saving myself, and all the children I had touched in my career, from the denial of their young children’s grief and pain and the aftermath.

A quite different sensation took hold: I am done. I will not be compelled to do this work anymore. My mission is complete. I could work, but I didn’t have to, the compulsion gone. I slumped down, exhausted, and exhilarated. Was there time to get to yoga?

Postscript: I did not see the family again but heard from my colleague that they had relocated to Vermont and had another child. I also did not give up the practice of psychotherapy but now see many more adolescents and adults in my practice.

How a Missed Therapy Session and Self-Disclosure Led to Therapeutic Gains

Placing Therapist Needs First

They have always been uneasy feelings for me, ones that I’ve experienced over the years, mostly leading up to the major holiday break. Rarely, if ever, did they arise when I was a beginning therapist. I must admit now, that after having been a clinician for more than two decades, I find myself really looking forward to time to myself and engagement with family and friends over the holiday period — more than seeing patients. I also look forward in some instances to not seeing particular patients. Let me be clear though, that these feelings or desires are in no way a reflection on how I feel generally about working therapeutically or with my patients in general.

These feelings, I should add, typically arise in anticipation of a holiday break, and very rarely during the “normal” working periods during the year. In spite of my rationalizations, I still feel a measure of shame in making this admission. However, I believe that it is better to acknowledge my feelings and have the freedom to explore them without undue censure. I believe that this minimizes the chances of acting them out, although it is hardly a guarantee. My historic silence around this issue probably reflects an internalized taboo against choosing personal time over professional time, especially when clients’ wellbeing lies in the balance. I have chosen to break this silence here in hopes that doing so will benefit colleagues who struggle in similar ways.

I’ve learned that the cost to the client for repressing these feelings is enactment, in the form of forgetting appointments, double booking patients, or last-minute cancellations. While other periods leading up to non-major holidays may also be potential triggers for me, the end of the year is a seemingly more potent stimulus for these specific types of clinical acting out.

Case Illustration

I practice out of a large shopping centre, a setting that offers a combination of a relaxed atmosphere and buzzing intensity — a truly curious blend for me. Having a cup of coffee in the morning before seeing a patient is one of my favourite activities, part of my commitment to caring for myself in a rather small way. This particular day, I was especially excited in anticipation of treating myself to a Jamaican blended dark roast latte with foam. Its exquisite taste and heady aroma came hurtling to the forefront of my consciousness well before I arrived at my local coffee shop, assaulting my senses with feelings of anticipation.

I was nearly a week away from my upcoming year-end holiday and was looking forward to the well-deserved break. I was scheduled to see my first patient at nine o’clock — I refuse to do any earlier sessions because, in essence, I am not much of a morning person. Since I seemed to have plenty of time, “seemed” being the key word, I decided to indulge myself further, choosing to take my latte as a sit down in the coffee shop instead of the usual take-away. I sat at a table and settled in, motioned to the waiter, who took my order rather cheerfully as I made a brief nod to the barista, someone who I had become fast friends with over the past few months.

I made a mental note to stop and check in with him on the way out. He knew exactly how I liked my latte, so I felt I was in good hands. As I sat alone, sipping my delicious “nectar,” my thoughts drifted to the upcoming break. Spending long days at the beach whilst being unencumbered by work sounded heavenly at this point. As I was enjoying this moment of pure self-indulgence, I couldn’t help but reflect on a vague, yet growing recent feeling of not wanting to see patients. And those feelings did not reflect on my work with any particular one. The thoughts revolved around secretly hoping that patients wouldn’t arrive for their sessions (which indeed some did not). I hated the feeling even though I experienced it only dimly at times during this period. I tried to chase it from my mind so that I could continue with my sensory immersion of the moment. But it continued to nag at me.

The Rupture

Suddenly my attention was drawn to the time. It was 9:10 and I realized that my patient had been waiting for a full ten minutes for me. Panic ensued as I tried to unlock my phone. I had a missed call at 9:05 from the patient. I had “accidently” left the phone on vibrate and therefore didn’t hear it ring or pulsate. A rare lapse for me, but a lapse no less. I hastily returned the call hoping that the patient was still in my office, only to discover that they had gone. I detected no hint of anger in her voice, but I was not convinced when she said that I could talk tomorrow about setting up another session.

I apologized, but she rapidly talked me off the phone saying she had to go. I was dismayed, a sinking feeling of guilt and shame wrapped itself around me like a cloak, which I felt everyone could see. I hurriedly raced from the coffee shop in utter shame, upwards towards my rooms. Once there, I tried with profound difficulty to wipe from my mind the feelings of shame and guilt whilst I prepared for my next patient. But Jane drifted into my mind, and it became clear that as hard as I tried, it would not be so easy to forget what had happened. Jane had been a perfect patient in many ways, almost always on time, rarely cancelling a session, and paying on time for her sessions without any reminders. In many ways, she was one of my favourite patients (yes therapists do seem to have favourites, I’m afraid!).

Jane

Jane’s history made my infraction feel all the weightier. Jane and I had worked well together, after all, she took risks in her sessions and tried to be as open as possible. The one element that struck me was her reserve around expressing any criticism of me. Jane had grown up in a household where her parents seemed to discourage any form of criticism towards them. By all accounts, there was little to criticise in terms of their behaviour, but no parent is perfect, and when Jane tried to offer them any negative feedback on behaviour which she found less than desirable, she was immediately made to feel exceptionally guilty for doing so with words such as, “Was our behaviour towards you really so deserving of so much anger?”

After leaving her parents’ home, Jane had remained in an unsatisfactory marriage out of fear of hurting her husband if she expressed dissatisfaction with his frequent, less-than-pleasant behaviour. When she did eventually muster the courage to complain, he reacted predictably; in a manner which she experienced as defensive and counter-critical. The marriage ended during our therapy, after many sessions spent examining in detail why she remained. I listened patiently and attentively, intervening in as neutral a manner as I could tolerate. I am almost certain that some of my disapproval of her staying in the marriage must have leaked out.

About a week following the “incident” of running late, I left a voice message for Jane saying again that I was sorry for the error, and wondered when she would like to come in again. I offered her a free session as I had wasted her time by not being there for her. I knew deep down that the offer of a free session was meant in part to assuage my own sense of guilt and shame over missing the session, although I hoped it might go some way in making amends for my “transgression.” Another two weeks passed without any word from Jane, and I resigned myself to never hearing from her again. To my surprise, she called up one day almost four weeks after the missed session and apologised. She had gotten my messages but had become very busy with a work project and therefore hadn’t had the time to call me. She asked if I could schedule a next session, which I promptly affirmed for the following week at her usual time.

A Therapeutic Moment of Truth

Prior to that next session with Jane, I thought deeply about how I wanted to address the issue of missing her session. While I typically follow the dictum that the patient is responsible for initiating the session, I felt that this was one of the rare instances where I would take the lead. It was an opportunity for me to understand what my error had meant to Jane, to assist her in exploring any thoughts and feelings she had towards me for having committed this error and giving her an opportunity to decide whether she would like to continue seeing me. A hint of reservation regarding this pre-planned intervention did waft through my mind just before seeing Jane, but I ignored it completed (perhaps therapeutic instinct should not be so easily dismissed by us) and decided to proceed regardless. As soon as Jane entered the room, and even before I could speak, she immediately began speaking about her difficulties.

I decided to interrupt her, thinking that the error I committed was plaguing her as it was me. In retrospect, that was just a tad narcissistic of me. I began, “I know I missed our session three weeks ago and I noticed you didn’t bring that up. I realize that you’re having challenges at work currently and that the work issue is at the forefront of your mind, but please indulge me for a moment. We can certainly return to your workplace concerns before the end of the session.” “What are your feelings towards me for missing your session?” A long silence ensued from Jane which was not her typical manner of responding to me. Something was wrong. “Jane, I am aware that you have been quiet for some time after I asked you for your feelings towards me for not arriving for your session.” Again, Jane looked away and continued in her silences. Finally, she said, “There’s no feelings, I am sure it was an honest mistake. You’re making a mountain out of a mole hill.”

Usually, I would let it go at this point, but not that day. I pressed ahead. Perhaps Jane was again refusing to complain, reprising both her marital and childhood roles. Was she passing up an opportunity to do important work? I persisted, “But Jane, I noticed that you didn’t respond to my initial communications with you and even today there appears to be something off in your manner of speaking to me. This isn’t the Jane I know.” I continued, “Please try to look inside for a moment, Jane, and tell me what’s happening between us right now.”

Jane hesitated momentarily but then as if in a fit of fury, the likes of which I had never seen from her before, she spat out, “You could have at least simply apologized to me face to face instead of trying to analyse my feelings!” I was shocked, Jane had never spoken to me so directly and with such anger. I took a second or two for me to gather myself as she pierced me with her gaze. I retorted, “Jane, you’re absolutely right. I haven’t offered much of an apology to you in the flesh. Thank you for me telling me that now. Indeed, my focus on your feelings must have come across as self-serving. I can see that now. I am deeply sorry for having missed our session and I do regret my error; please can you say more about it?”

To my amazement, Jane immediately settled down, looked me straight in the eye and said, “I thought you missed our session because you forgot about me, perhaps I wasn’t as important to you as I thought I was.” I knew that this had something to do with Jane’s early history, after all, she had little experience of being taken seriously if she complained. But I choose instead to focus on the here-and-now between us.

I was not about to waste this golden opportunity to self-disclose, repair the rupture, and help Jane, all at the same time. I replied, “Jane you’re misreading the situation. The fact that I missed our session has nothing to do with you, in fact, it has something to do with me.” I paused and noticed that Jane was now concentrating intently on my words. I continued, “In fact, it had everything to do with me. I missed the session because I was caught up in my own imagination and enjoying some personal time just prior to our session, which caused me to lose track of the time. You see, I was distracted with rather pleasurable thoughts of my upcoming holiday break, and this was the reason for me losing track of the time. In fact, I always look forward to our sessions, however at that point in the year I am susceptible to thinking about my break.”

I anticipated a wave of criticism from Jane, clearly a moment of countertransference, but the opposite occurred. For the first time in our work together, Jane shared her feelings of not being good enough and her feelings of competitiveness with my other patients. In truth, I had no real way of knowing exactly how my self-disclosure would impact Jane, but if I expect honesty and self-revelation from my patients, then I too must take a calculated risk in sessions as much as I expect them too.

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I’ve learned that self-disclosure does not always facilitate the therapeutic process. It remains a high-risk/high-gain intervention. I may have succeeded in this instance, as I banked on my clinical judgement that my disclosure would be more effective than merely exploring her fantasies about whether she was important to me or not. My disclosure provided concrete evidence to Jane that she was indeed likeable, and while we did work on her need for approval in future sessions, this disclosure on my part led to her feeling more confident in asserting herself both inside and outside sessions and in taking such incidents less personally.

Questions for Reflection and Discussion

What are your thoughts and feelings about the therapist’s experience following the missed session?

How do you balance the demands of clinical practice and your personal life?

How might you have conducted that follow-up session with Jane?

How do you know when you’ve reached your limit on seeing patients and how do you address that clinically and personally?

Sidestepping the Dependency Dance in Psychotherapy

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach.” – Walt Whitman

We’ve all had someone text us a single question mark after not responding to them within the timeframe they expect. You know the one. It looks like this:

“Can I come over — 12:00pm?”

“?”

I mean, did your question mark wander off and get lost somehow? Should we head to the front of the store to reunite it with its missing sentence? While I think the use of this orphaned punctuation should be considered a misdemeanor offense, it points to a natural phenomenon about human interaction, especially the disembodied kind most common in the digital universe — when we communicate with each other, there are rhythmic expectations. When we want the rhythm of a conversation to be slower, but someone else wants it to be faster, the single question mark makes its grand appearance.

“I’m waiting,” it complains.

When starting a new relationship, deciphering these rhythms can be a challenge because the response time between parties can suggest very different things. If one party responds to a text message quickly, it might mean they’re interested in the relationship, or it might indicate that their device was simply nearby. Yet if someone responds to a text message slowly, it might indicate they’re disinterested in the relationship, or it might simply mean they’re preoccupied. The signals are unclear and they require interpretation.

If we’re honest, it’s probably impossible to know what someone’s response time actually indicates, but this doesn’t stop us from reading between the lines. But the problem with reading between the lines is that we simply end up interpreting or projecting. When we feel alone, we might imagine that our text was read but ignored, and when we’re preoccupied, we might feel smothered by a quick response back to us. While much of our communication has moved into the digital space, it remains timelessly true: new relationships have a way of tempting our projections.

It’s only after the relationship leaves its early stages that the conversational rhythms fall into place, and the uncertainties become clear. Familiarity with someone’s rhythms comes with time. Similar dynamics also exist within therapy. When the therapist and client are in the process of creating a new relationship — learning, in a sense, to dance together — the rhythms of communication are uncertain before becoming apparent. And while rhythms in a non-therapeutic relationship require time before becoming understood, therapists don’t always have the luxury of time. Fortunately, the therapist can learn strategies to remove these rhythmic uncertainties, and the process of understanding our clients can be accelerated. I certainly have.

The Rhythmic Uncertainties of Therapy

One effective way I have found to remove the rhythmic uncertainties in therapy is to be forthcoming about my own rhythms. Most of my clients have not met with me beforehand, so they don’t know the therapy rules — at least not mine. They don’t know if I take phone calls after 5pm, if I correspond on weekends, or if emails should contain intimate session details. Whatever my own therapeutic rhythms might be, it is my responsibility to make them explicit.

Another area where I have made my rhythms explicit is in my response time to phone calls and emails. Most therapists I’ve encountered choose a 24-hour window, while others choose 48. While I don’t think the timeframe itself matters too much, it’s important to pick a response time and stick to it. This is because when we stick to a consistent rhythm of communication, it elicits important questions about our clients.

“Jessica called me twice in the past 24 hours, is something wrong?”

“James calls me every day. What’s going on here?”

When I create a consistent schedule of responding to my clients, I create a baseline, and by holding my own behavior constant, it helps me to notice any deviations in a client’s behavior. If someone attempts to reach me multiple times within a single communication cycle, sometimes this deviation signals that I need to intervene. A client might attempt to make contact several times because their personal safety can’t wait until the end of a 24- or 48-hour window. Multiple missed calls can be flares shot into the sky.

In other instances, consistent attempts to contact me within a single communication cycle can indicate something much different. This behavioral rhythm often elicits an important question that each new therapist has to learn — and certainly, I was no exception. That question is, “what should be done when a client makes persistent contact and has no intention of slowing down?”

The Dependency Dance

One of the challenges of being a beginning therapist is working with highly dependent clients. While these clients are different in innumerable ways, they also share striking similarities. The stories that bring them to therapy contain universal themes.

One such theme I’ve noticed is that these clients experience a strong sense of helplessness, and as a result, they depend on others for excessive amounts of support. They don’t mean to, but they rely on their relationships to balance and guide them; they turn human beings into handrails.

The difficulty associated with this excessive need for support is often manifested through a dependency dance: a symbiotic cycle marked by ever-increasing client support, and ever-decreasing client security.

Here’s how the cycle has functioned in my own clinical work. Feelings of panic surge within the client, and in response, they contact their loved ones to help them de-escalate. Yet after the panic eventually finds its resolution, the inner turmoil soon returns, as does their need for support. From within the client’s subjective experience of the cycle, each time they’re de-escalated, they feel more convinced that they can’t de-escalate themselves. Receiving help from others unintentionally reinforces their feelings of helplessness. This increases the client’s experience of fear, and then this fear ushers the panic back in with greater frequency. It’s a panic trap.

As the frequency of their panic accelerates, so do their requests for help, and this creates fatigue in their support system. Eventually, and usually with great reluctance, their loved ones exit the dependency dance by either distancing themselves or ending the relationship entirely. Once these supportive relationships end, the client’s feelings of shame become overwhelming. With no remaining handrails in reach, they reach out for a therapist.

In my early days of practicing therapy, it took a process of trial and error before learning how to step into this complicated cycle effectively. My learning curve was steep and uncomfortable. My hope is that by sharing my early mistakes, that I can offer some modicum of guidance to fellow clinicians, both nascent and experienced.

Early Mistakes in Psychotherapy

When I first started working with highly dependent clients, there were three mistakes that I tried to avoid. The first was allowing the cycle of crisis-and-relief to continue inside of the therapy. If I allowed the client to implement their dependent style into our relationship, then the heart of their problem would remain unaddressed. I’d be providing de-escalation services, but this would reinforce their feelings of helplessness, and then their surges of panic would return more frequently. I didn’t want to contribute to the dependency dance.

The second mistake I hoped to avoid was connected to the first. I worried that if the cycle continued, I would undergo the same exhaustion that their support system did. These clients had a long line of exhausted people behind them, and I didn’t want to find myself at the end of that line. If I joined the dependency dance, I worried their exhausted support system would only be replaced by their exhausted therapist.

But the mistake that concerned me the most, the third one, was creating distance in our relationship too quickly. These clients often had important relationships recently ended, and they were bracing for rejection. They had been deeply hurt, and I worried that if I created distance in our relationship too quickly, their feelings of shame would be quickly reactivated. I didn’t want the shame they experienced in their previous relationships to be reexperienced with me.

I spent time thinking about how to simultaneously avoid these three mistakes. How could I elude the dependency dance, protect myself from exhaustion, and avoid reactivating their feelings of shame at the same time? This was hard. I felt anxious and stuck.

Each answer I came up with seemed unsatisfactory, and despite my best efforts, I made all three mistakes multiple times. I took phone calls after hours and scheduled extra sessions, and just as I worried, my client’s surges of panic became more frequent. No matter how I pretzeled myself, their need for my help only increased.

In other cases, I was too reactive. I was exhausted from being overly available with dependent clients in previous treatment episodes, and so I expressed my limits too firmly. These clients ejected from my office as if launched from a catapult before disappearing into the clouds. Their feelings of shame had reactivated, and they quickly terminated the therapy. I couldn’t blame them.

Eventually my mistakes brought me to a solution. I discovered that I didn’t need to choose between my clients becoming dependent on me, or more independent from me. Instead, I could do one before the other. I could first join the dependency dance, and then show them how to end it.

A Therapeutic Strategy Applied

I’ve come to believe that to help clients become less dependent on those in their lives, they must first be allowed to temporarily become dependent on their therapist. With this logic, and joining the client on their terms, I could work to change the relationship from the inside. Instead of telling a client to become less dependent on me, I could show them how to do it, and then they could then learn how to replicate this process within their personal relationships.

But what does temporarily joining the dependency dance mean in practice? Highly dependent clients will request extra sessions and phone calls, and so how available to make myself was the challenge.

There’s no hard and fast rule on this, but I think it’s useful to make ourselves available two additional times outside of our scheduled sessions. There’s a reason to settle on two times instead of one or three. If I make myself available outside of scheduled sessions for one time only, once I start to create distance from the client, it becomes harder to protect them from feelings of shame. These feelings of shame simmer just beneath the surface, and if I create distance too readily, this feeling can be brought to a boil. When this happens, the client’s disengagement from therapy becomes more likely.

Yet being available three times or more creates a dynamic that’s too similar to their previous relationships. If I fall into their old pattern for too long, the client isn’t working on ending the dependency dance, they’ve simply found themselves a new person on whom to become dependent. Yet by making myself available twice outside of scheduled sessions, I have the best chance of avoiding both negative outcomes: the client can avoid shame and early termination, and I can avoid becoming trapped inside the dependency dance.

Making myself available twice outside of scheduled sessions also allows me to structure two different conversations. In the first conversation, I can introduce strategies to help the client work through their feelings of panic, but I refrain from discussing their dependency. There’s not enough trust yet, and the risk of the client reexperiencing their shame is too high.

Instead, I can introduce grounding skills, breathing exercises, and other emotional regulation techniques. It’s important to introduce these strategies in the first conversation, because when their dependency is eventually addressed, I want to remind the client that they already have the mood regulation techniques that they require. More on this a little later.

But the first conversation is just as much about earning trust as it is about introducing emotional regulation skills. What I’ve learned is that when trust is low in therapy, my words must be delivered with more precision. Low trust lowers the margin for error. When clients are skeptical of my intentions or competency, my interventions need to be effective. The dart must hit the bullseye.

The good news is that the reverse is also true. When trust is high in therapy, the margin for error widens. The presence of client trust permits the absence of clinical perfection. My words don’t have to hit the bullseye, or the dartboard for that matter. It’s for this reason that I consider trust-building to be the therapeutic master-skill. It allows me to maintain my effectiveness while remaining imperfect in my practice. When I earn a client’s trust, inevitable errors are less damaging, and the prospect of client improvement despite my imperfections remains intact.

When I introduce emotional regulation skills in the first conversation, I’m also practicing this master-skill; developing trust by making myself available to the client. This is important because for the second conversation, the degree of difficulty increases. My clinical imperfections are more likely to assert themselves, and so I’m going to need a wider margin of error for what’s to come. This next dart is a little harder to throw.

The Second Conversation

Once I’ve built some degree of trust and provided strategies to help the client manage their feelings of panic, I need to exit the dependency dance the next time we meet. If I don’t, I run the risk of exhausting myself and reinforcing their feelings of helplessness. So how do I exit this dance without activating the client’s shame? I can do so by implementing these four steps:

Taking the Blame

Externalizing the Helpless Feeling

Triangulating Against the Helpless Feeling

Affirming that New Rules are for Next Time

Let’s explore an example of how this conversation might sound in a telehealth setting, and then we can unpack the steps therein:

Client: “- -”

Therapist: “You’re on mute.”

Client: “Oh, sorry. Can you hear me now?”

Therapist: “Yes, but now your picture is frozen — wait, now you’re unstuck.”

Client: “ – -”

Therapist: “You’re on mute again somehow.”

Client: “Sorry, how about now?”

Therapist: “You’re good.”

Client: “Wow, okay. Thanks for making the time. I’m feeling really bad, and I just need to talk about things with you again.”

Therapist: “Thanks for reaching out. I’m sorry things continue to be difficult. It sounds like these strong feelings keep rushing over you.”

Client: “Yeah, what should I do about it?”

Therapist: “That sounds really awful. So, I hate to sidetrack us before getting started, but would you mind if I shared something that I’ve been worrying about?”

Client: “Yeah, of course.”

Therapist: “I don’t doubt that these feelings are really difficult to experience, they actually sound physically painful. But I’ve been thinking since the last time we talked, and I’m worried about eventually making things harder for you.”

Step 1: Taking the Blame. When I start the second conversation, I can lean on the phrase “I’m worried about eventually making things harder for you.” There’s a reason this phrase can be helpful. As I’ve discussed, these clients have felt rejected in previous relationships, and their feelings of shame are just beneath the surface. Yet if I express concerns about the dependency dance, not in terms of our own personal difficulty, but in terms of the potential difficulty for them, I can reduce the chances of reactivating these feelings. I can help keep the shame beneath its boiling point.

Now is it possible that I’ll feel inconvenienced by making myself available for this second conversation? Yes. But is it helpful to share these feelings with the client? In this case, I don’t think so.

Perhaps the person-centered therapist will object, “But this isn’t authentic. You’re not demonstrating congruence!” That’s a valid critique. Sometimes there’s a tension between my intention to be helpful and my ability to be congruent. My private reactions aren’t always useful to my clients, and when faced with the choice of demonstrating perfect transparency or perfect sincerity, I want to prioritize sincerity.

While these two concepts might seem identical at first glance, I am careful not to confuse them. The word transparency comes from the early 15th century, and from the Latin nominative transparens. It translates to something like, “to show light through.” Transparency is a pane of glass from which nothing is hidden on either side. But the notion of sincerity means something entirely different. Sincerity comes from the 16th century, and from the Latin word sincerus which translates to something like “whole, pure, and clean.”

While I may not be able to maintain perfect transparency in each moment, I can always work to cultivate intentions towards my clients that are “whole, pure, and clean.” In this case, the disclosure of my own fatigue risks eliciting a shame response from the client, and if I’m to be helpful, avoiding this reaction is paramount. While it’s ideal to practice both transparency and sincerity whenever possible, in moments like these it’s better to prioritize the sincerity of my intentions over the transparency of my reactions.

After expressing that I’m worried about eventually contributing to the client’s distress, I can implement:

Step 2: Externalizing the Helpless Feeling. When implementing this step successfully, it sounds something like this:

Client: “Making things harder for me? I don’t feel that way. What do you mean?”

Therapist: “This simply crossed my mind, and so tell me if this doesn’t fit, but I found myself wondering if there’s this voice that tells you that you can’t manage these moments of distress on your own. My concern is if I talk through these feelings with you each time they come up, I’m agreeing with this invalidating voice. It’s as if the voice is saying, ‘You can’t do this by yourself,’ and I’m saying, ‘You’re right, let me jump in to help.’ Then each time you work through these feelings with me, it reinforces the sense that you can’t do it alone. But tell me what I’m missing.”

This intervention is more directive in nature and so it’s placed between therapeutic airbags, but to help clients approach their feelings of helplessness with more emotional safety, I can also use language that helps them externalize their feelings of helplessness. If I use the phrase, “there’s this voice that tells you…” this invites the client to think about their feelings from a safer distance. Here’s an example to demonstrate how this works.

Imagine hearing the following two phrases and listen for any differences in how you experience each statement. If it’s difficult to notice the differences while reading privately, it might be helpful to have someone read them aloud. Here’s the first phrase:

“You feel like you can’t do this by yourself.”

and the second one:

“There’s this voice that tells you that you can’t do this by yourself.”

Did you notice anything? The first phrase moves us into an emotional space and the second moves us into an evaluative one. This occurs because describing a feeling as “a voice” pulls the feeling out from the internal world, and places it into the world that’s external. An emotion is something we feel internally, but a voice is something we hear externally.

When I invite the client to think of their feeling of helplessness like it’s coming from the outside, this helps them step back from their uncomfortable emotional state. It creates space and emotional safety. This can make it easier for them to think about what they’re experiencing.

After I’ve taken the blame and externalized the feeling of helplessness, I can move into:

Step 3: Triangulating Against the Helpless Feeling. Let’s reenter the transcript to hear how this might sound:

Client: “I guess that makes sense. But what do I do about it?”

Therapist: “Well I think we could team up against this voice that says you’re incapable. I think we could create a practice arena for you to prove it wrong. If we can build some victories where you move through these times independently, then you can grow in your confidence to manage these difficult feelings. But please, push my thinking around here.”

When I externalize the helpless feeling in Step 2, I’m not only creating distance for the client to think about their feelings with more safety, but I’m also laying the groundwork for Step 3. These two steps work well together because by using the “the voice” intervention, I’ve increased the number of participants in therapy by one. Therapy goes from two parties (the therapist and the client), to three parties (the therapist, the client, and “the voice”). And once I’ve created this third party, I’ve created the opportunity for triangulation.

Now, triangulation typically carries a negative connotation and for good reason. It’s used to describe the process whereby two people inappropriately collude to exclude a third party. Triangulation is the reason groups of three are often unsuccessful in adolescent friendships; two friends grow closer to one another by excluding the third.

Yet in this case, the third party (the voice of helplessness) needs to be sidelined, and I can grow closer with my client by excluding it. I can initiate this benevolent triangulation by using the phrase, “we could team up.” This phrase prevents me from challenging the client’s feelings of helplessness directly, and instead I’m able collaborate with them against “the voice.”

That was Step 4: Affirming that New Rules are for Next Time, and this brings my four-part strategy to its conclusion. Here is the therapeutic dialog:

Client: “I hear what you’re saying, but I still don’t know what to do.”

Therapist: “Maybe we can start by reviewing what worked last time. This way I can help you find some relief today, but we can also figure out what to practice next time. Then when you steady yourself without me, you can push back against the invalidating voice that tells you that you can’t manage these feelings independently. What do you make of that?”

The rationale behind Step 4 is when I challenge the dependency dance, I don’t want to increase distance from the client in the same conversation. Instead, I can review the emotional regulation skills from the first conversation, but the client won’t attempt to manage their panic independently until its next occasion. This helps me demonstrate to them that changes to the relationship are not an expression of rejection. I’m not expressing my own need for distance, but instead, I’m creating opportunities for them to disprove the voice of helplessness. I’m not taking space from the client, but together, I’m creating space for them.

Now that I’ve discussed each step on its own and explored the internal rationale, I’ll provide a fuller sense of how this four-part strategy sounds with all four parts together. Here’s the transcript in its entirety:

Therapist: “I don’t doubt that these feelings are really difficult to experience, they actually sound physically painful. But I’ve been thinking since the last time we talked, and I’m worried about eventually making things harder for you (step 1).”

Client: “Making things harder for me? I don’t feel that way. What do you mean?”

Therapist: “This simply crossed my mind, and so tell me if this doesn’t fit, but I found myself wondering if there’s this voice that tells you that you can’t manage these moments of distress on your own. My concern is if I talk through these feelings with you each time they come up, I’m agreeing with this invalidating voice. It’s as if the voice is saying, ‘You can’t do this by yourself,’ and I’m saying, ‘You’re right, let me jump in to help.’ Then each time you work through these feelings with me, it reinforces the sense that you can’t do it alone. But tell me what I’m missing (step 2).”

Client: “I guess that makes sense. But what do I do about it?”

Therapist: “Well I think we could team up against this voice that says you’re incapable. I think we could create a practice arena for you to prove it wrong. If we can build some victories where you move through these times independently, then you can grow in your confidence to manage these difficult feelings. But please, push my thinking around here (step 3).”

Client: “I hear what you’re saying, but I still don’t know what to do.”

Therapist: “Maybe we can start by reviewing what worked last time. This way I can help you find some relief today, but we can also figure out what to practice next time. Then when you steady yourself without me, you can push back against the invalidating voice that tells you that you can’t manage these feelings independently. What do you make of that (step 4)?”

***

I’ve learned that while it’s understandable for the therapist to feel overwhelmed when working with highly dependent clients, it’s important to remember that these clients are living incredibly uncomfortable lives. It becomes even more important, therapeutically, to try to imagine their surges of anxiety, their loss of important relationships, and the sense that life is a spinning room. By working to understand what these clients experience in their emotional and social worlds, it becomes easier to provide support they’ve yet to experience. The real work then focuses on earning their trust, teaching them strategies to reduce their distress, and watching with admiration as they learn to exit the dependency dance themselves.

[Editor’s note: In the next installment of this five-part series, the author will address the challenges of working in the shadows of client suicidality]    

A Healing Journey: Developing Coping Skills in the Face of Trauma

She had lived in a major city for years and felt confident and secure in her ability to negotiate public transportation. During the pandemic, she worked from home, like a large portion of the global population. Emerging from that dark time, as people returned to work, so did she. Barely a month back on the job, she was pushed against the wall by a man in the subway, had her purse snatched by a man outside a drugstore, was physically assaulted by a man in a pedestrian walkway that connected her neighborhood to public transportation, and intimidated by a man standing behind her at the pharmacy.

All these events occurred within her neighborhood, an upscale complex near an inner-city transportation hub. The final straw was a shooting incident in a public area she had to negotiate to connect with public transportation to work. Paralyzed with fear she withdrew to the safety of her home behind an iron gate and security cameras. If she ventured from the home, it was with Uber or her husband. She had lost her sense of safety and security. Working from home during the pandemic was safe for her, and returning to the office was not initially a problem. But in the shadow of these frightening events, she began experiencing obsessive thoughts, sleep disturbance, hypervigilance, flashbacks, difficulties concentrating, depression, and anxiety. She reached out for help via telehealth and with the devoted support of her husband, treatment began. In a short period of 11 months working with her, she was able to reclaim her sense of safety and security, and her confidence in negotiating her environment. She was to call that 11-month period, “The journey.” Her name was Sarah.

Preparing for The Healing Journey

Upon initial assessment, my strategic plan was to stabilize Sarah in the face of this crisis, reduce her symptomatic behaviors, evaluate her coping strategies, develop a de-sensitization plan, and incorporate EMDR into the process.

My first step was to remove the pressure of traveling to work so we could begin to address her anxiety as we began to focus on treatment. Fortunately, her employers were very supportive, only asking for documentation to process her request. She was the driver on this journey, so I sent her the document for approval before sending it to her employer. Sarah said when she saw the document, she cried because someone finally understood what she was experiencing. Her anxiety and mood instability diminished with the approval of her medical exemption to work from home.

I typically conceptualize symptom management and coping skills as “tools in the toolbox.” If they are willing, I ask clients to draw a picture of their toolbox and to put their tools inside it. This activity makes an internal process feel more real. I suggest that they add tools as we go along.

At the onset of treatment, Sarah preferred not to use medication. She already had many skills, resources and supports in place. These included her friends, work environment, pets, cooking, reading magazines, gardening, music, exercise, walking, yoga, and art. She and her husband were taking a self-defense program, and he had already purchased a handheld pepper spray for her, which she never left home without. Her husband was her strongest support, ally, and partner in the treatment process, working the plan with her from beginning to end.

During treatment, Sarah was able to share the trauma narrative by describing each incident that occurred. The first step in her desensitization was to describe the walk between her home and the transportation link. Next steps were to have her husband video record the walk for them to watch together which they did, several times.

One month after her first appointment, we discussed using behavior modification and progressive desensitization. Her homework was to develop the plan. She was to work the plan at her own pace, which she did eagerly, logging the steps as she took them, her physiological responses, feelings, and thoughts. We would discuss her journal entries in treatment, and she would modify the plan as needed, especially when barriers and roadblocks seemed insurmountable.

Addressing the Clinical Obstacles

Sarah’s environment provided unanticipated challenges that put her coping skills to the test. Multiple such incidents occurred in their neighborhood; a man fleeing from the police jumping into their backyard while they watched, a shooting in the lobby of a theater before they arrived, teenagers rioting over the weekend, and a man riding a bike in the neighborhood being attacked.

Initially, and each time one of these events occurred, Sarah’s symptoms would briefly re-emerge. During those times, we explored the incident in detail, and how she and her husband responded. We were able to reframe her responses as correct and resourceful choices. She began to recognize that different environments and events required their own unique, rather than blanket responses.

When Sarah did encounter either internal or external obstacles, she would modify her response accordingly, an example of which occurred around her visit to the local drugstore, which was frequented by vagrants. Everything in the store was under lock and key, and customers had to ask for help. During this particular instance, Sarah implemented what we called the “fire drills.” This involved visiting a same-named drugstore in a “safe” neighborhood, and recognizing that it was not the store, but the neighborhood that elicited fear and anxiety. Sarah and her husband concluded the environment they were living in was changing and no longer safe, and that it was time to make a change. Sarah was soon able to apply a related strategy to coping with her fears associated with the tunnel where one of her earlier traumatic experiences had occurred. We successfully added EMDR to her treatment plan.

We had been preparing for termination and scheduled our final appointment. When she came on-line for that session, she excitedly proclaimed, “You are not going to believe this.” She then detailed how she and her husband decided to take the subway home one night after leaving the theater, in front of which there was a protest.

Realizing that while many of her initial fears were justified, Sarah had re-gained control of her life and put her traumas behind her. She had completed her journey both literally and figuratively! She shared her final art project with me, which was a graphic reflection of her healing journey. A masterpiece in every sense of the word; it was being framed as we concluded our work, and was to hang in her new home, as a trailhead of sorts for the next phase of her journey.

How to Use Structured Writing to Help Clients Unclutter

The clock struck three and Mary was calling me on Zoom. Before I could say “Hi,” she was reading from a crumpled paper held in clenched fists. This was her weekly list of the topics that she wanted to bring to therapy. Her timing gained momentum until her words reached a breakneck pace. It seemed that I was witnessing a contest. Mary was like a game show contestant, reaching for the top prize that came with climbing to the top of her list of priorities.

Mary: The Gravitational Pull of Lifelong Habits

I waited until Mary finished reading, and then after taking a few deep breaths, began the arduous task of adding some modicum of structure to her list — rating the topics, determining their priority, and then talking out the prioritized topics in a bit more detail than she originally planned. Mary dutifully and enthusiastically jotted down notes corresponding to the topic at hand.

While rapport came easy with Mary and our conversations typically flowed, a seemingly interminable pause — you know, those that are unique to online therapy — Mary proclaimed, “I know, I know. I’m not ready to give up being the rescuer.”

“You think?!”

Before continuing, she gave me her usual comedic smirk and said, “But this is all real. I have a vitamin company that I’m running solo because…Um, well. It just happened. Sort of. Slowly.”

Knowing the answer, I asked in jest if Mary was still office manager at the commercial real estate company where she began working 15 years ago. Mary nodded. We turned back to her list. There were a few items that Mary also described as having “just happened.” These included volunteering to cook Thanksgiving dinner for her husband’s family and letting her sister-in-law stay with them for a long visit with an end date that was “to be determined.”  

Prior to that session, Mary had been angry that her daughter had forgotten to place an order for groceries, making it necessary for Mary to stop and bring home dinner for the family on a very cold night after leaving the office. Initially, Mary regarded her anger as a simple and logical reaction to her daughter’s forgetfulness, but because there was already a template in place from an earlier clustering of items on her list, she finally seemed ready to identify another significant pattern of behavior she very much wanted to address, and hopefully change.

“My mother was always angry. She was the Lone Ranger, always putting out fires that we all set. My siblings and father, that is; not me! I did what I was supposed to. At some point, I became everyone’s helper. I guess I learned to do this when my mother became depressed.”

We eventually got to a point in Mary’s processing where she saw that there was a historical satisfaction she received from maintaining order by handling everything around her, instead of accepting the risks that came with engaging, or directly asking for the help of others. When others failed, as they invariably did, Mary felt anger. It wasn’t anger; however, at the perpetrator, but at herself because of her intractable belief that she had to then pick up the slack and failed to do so — and instead, outsourced. This rescue theme permeated all facets of her life.

Mary was circling items on her list that felt optional when she put her face in her hands. After some minimal silence, Mary described how she felt the first time she noticed her mother’s depression. “The sadder she looked, the busier I became. The busier I became, the less my brothers and father were doing. No chores or help around the house in any way.”

Through writing lists and seeing reality in print, right in front of her, Mary was able to appreciate the wide scope of her expectations of herself, and her role in continuing to be the rescuer to prevent the potential for disappointment from others.

Terry: Therapeutic Lessons in Self-Advocacy through Writing

Terry, aged 35, presented in a very warm wool blazer over a buttoned-up Oxford shirt that looked uncomfortable. His mannerisms seemed almost choregraphed corporate professional in such a way that made me think that he was working too hard at appearing polished. I believed that still waters ran deep with Terry, but I delayed my full impressions.

“I just can’t take my life anymore! Oh, no, not like that. I mean, I’m fine. Well, no, thanks to them, I am not fine. Or thanks to me, maybe. I could just leave, but then they need me, and I’m committed to seeing these changes through. I made a commitment. And I need the money. This is a huge opportunity. And, at the same time, this is no way to run a company and no way to treat a human being.”

Terry paused, looking at me almost apologetically. Wanting to normalize his expressive shouting, I nodded as if we were already in a working alliance and immediately went into establishing the presenting problem, before moving carefully into recent history. Terry’s upbringing seemed complex, and his expanded HR role at work which included dispute resolutions and public relations, seemed to mirror those early-life experiences.  

In describing his days, Terry painted a picture that felt very much like a Pollock painting — taking meetings, picking up prescriptions for his uncle, being too tired to enjoy a weekend party, listening to a manipulative employee with a treacherous track record fabricate a story about discrimination, and finally, feeling financially burdened, depressed, alone, and coping with “a heart that feels like it’s doing summersaults inside my chest.”

As he frenetically laid out the complex intertwining of work and family-of-origin demands, once again, I had trouble catching my breath. Like a sports referee, I motioned for time-out, nodding slightly to offer Terry assurance that I wanted to understand everything, and to do so, I needed separation and space between each different subject. Granted, that’s not the effect that Pollock was aiming for, nor would we want to break down and bring order to his works, as chaos seemed to be the goal. But I explained to Terry that while the head-spinning menagerie of topics he was tossing onto the canvas of our session gave us a lot to work with, it would otherwise be helpful if we could indeed structure his topics and disassemble the inner chaos.

I’ve found that one of the many ironies in therapy is that the more issues are linked together, the more important it is to first separate them out. I’ve had good clinical luck by establishing traction with one issue at a time, usually the most current “hot topic.” The high voltage of that topic usually complicates and obscures other issues, regardless of when they arose in the client’s life. Without separating, wires cross, and I have frequently sat in an electrical storm of past and current issues as they collided in a dazzling and confusing Pollock-ian explosion.

Terry’s past did clearly contain some currency. He described being alone most of the time as a child, until his parents rented their basement apartment to his aunt and uncle. His uncle became his mentor. Terry emulated his uncle and grew up having two role models — his father and his uncle. Terry empathically described the contrast between his parents’ old fashioned work ethic of long hours and constant worry about the business, and his uncle’s more creative and impulsive risk taking. His uncle had a wild ride of achieving financial success after living for a time in the basement apartment, moving out and buying an enormous house on a fancy street in Brooklyn, only to lose everything 10 years later and wind up back in the basement, divorced, and working for Terry’s brother.   

Terry’s formative years were spent being caught in a tug-of-war between his father and his uncle. His father wanted to hand the restaurant over to his son and his uncle wanted Terry to go to college. Terry did both, but through the years, he became the go-between for the two men. Unconsciously, he feared rejection from his father and carried this with a constant state of nervous energy and anxiety attacks, somatic digestive symptoms, and an obsessive monitoring of his health. His present work environment had some shared features of his family of origin homelife and ongoing sense of family-based obligations.

Terry was getting visibly angry within three minutes of our second session. He wanted to alleviate the sting from his recent reprimand at work, yet at the same time, he knew that he was in the right, and that his supervisor’s issues of paperwork falling through the cracks was 90 percent due to lack of administrative support and maybe 10 percent human error. Terry needed to fight back with professional decorum, but first, he needed to calm down. My suggestion was to disentangle the different items and then respond to each one — to himself — on paper, as preparation for communicating with his supervisor.  

At first, Terry was irked, reluctantly pulling his laptop open and making a few nominal clicks. As we talked and Terry clicked, we created separate headings for each action item that was part of his entire merging of multiple job receptibilities. This master list with heading included multiple separate jobs that he had been unofficially asked to cover, without any new prospects for hire. Terry was pleased, and I was proud of him. As he gained clarity in the organization of his responsibilities, he also increased his personal conviction — his inner authority. Eventually, through his writing, Terry became fully prepared to meet with his supervisor. The meeting was without the previous subject of Terry being a remedial employee and failing to live up to expectations. Rather, this meeting was direct, goal-oriented, and successful.

The Positive Impact of Therapeutic Writing

In my experience with clients like Mary and Terry, I’ve found that when a client states facts on paper, they are also asserting the following:

1. They have the authority to interpret and define the facts
2. This authority is not subject to permission or approval from another
3. They have custody over the facts, as they are
4. They have the right to communicate these facts to another person, and doing so is not a betrayal or violation

Writing as a means of expressing feelings is well known, but the use of technical, terse writing can also be a valuable therapeutic tool. The tracking done in REBT and CBT therapy fits with clients when they are at a point of delving into activating events, beliefs, and consequences, but so often they also want to fully describe all the different scenarios they live out week to week. They want to take their therapist through a deep dive into the details of what transpired. This can often result in a confusion of ideas, goals, and plans, much like Mary and Terry initially experienced.

Technical writing can also be an effective means of helping a client work through the struggles of day-to-day life, including communication with others. Writing between sessions gives a client the opportunity for greater insight while deciding in advance of session time what is important to focus on. Sometimes, clients uncover a theme for the week as a direct result of writing. Whether a laundry list format or paragraphs, writing can fit easily within sessions on an impromptu basis. While the undesired feelings (dissatisfaction, grief or anger, or irritating tasks such as administrative responsibilities) do not get resolved through pen to paper or typing in a device, there is clarity through organization. This is similar to how balancing books doesn't make the red go to black, but often results in a feeling of ease.

Getting Organized: The Pre-Therapy Phase

After getting a baseline history and general understanding of the client’s concerns, there is a pre-therapy phase, akin to treatment planning. This phase begins by sifting through past and present to hit on the main problem of this moment. What is being experienced now that is problematic? Why is this problematic? What are the consequences? Is any of this problem optional? Could there be any benefits — even the kind of benefits that have more consequences later, such as avoidance? At about this point, I ask my clients to write down the words “Secondary Gains.” Some immediately Google it and some tell me the definition, as if on cue.

Once the main problem is identified, then the work of uncovering the various aspects within the problem becomes the next step. Technical writing is an ideal tool for this phase and can be a useful complement for therapy throughout the process.

The Top Card

My clients are accustomed to me saying that there is only one card at the top of each deck. Before selecting the top problem, it often helps to sort out problems into two basic categories.

In therapy, a problem is not always a separate entity, such as struggling with a recent promotion at work or difficulty adjusting to a new city. Rather, problems are sometimes complex and long standing, such as pervasive anxiety or depression or life patterns stemming from a background of trauma.

Often this pattern results in multiple struggles, where each struggle may seem like an independent problem, but each problem is part of a cluster of circumstances spurred on by the damaging pattern. In session, we take a sheet of paper and draw a line down the center. At the top of the page, we write a title on each side. On the left side is Problem Group A — Discrete Problems, and on the right side is Problem Group B — Overarching Patterns.

Problem Group A, for example, may be difficulty accepting a recent job loss, and Problem Group B typically shows up as a cluster of events or consequences linked to a combination of undesired habits, such as isolation, anxiety, and an endless state of resentment.

Problems from either category require teasing out and separating the different aspects. Aspects often include finding meaning in the problem and uncovering the types of environments and circumstances when the problem feels more present. There is often overlap between the discrete situation problems and the overarching pattern problems. But, even with this overlap, there is ultimately one card at the top of the deck and one situation or state of mind to home in on before delving into the others.

While this strategy may seem formulaic and concrete, I have found it very useful for clients like Mary and Terry, as they have tried, and successfully disentangled, prioritized, and addressed the problems that have plagued them. Doing so has also helped me to breathe a bit easier with clients who might otherwise pull me in the Pollock-like paintings of their lives. 

Ethics or Protocol: Children Must Take Priority

A friend offered me the opportunity to join her in her practice, which I gladly did based on my knowledge of her values, beliefs, my love of what I do, and awareness of my weaknesses in marketing and billing. I brought my 20-plus years of clinical experience across inpatient, outpatient, and community mental health settings, which included my skills in assessment, documentation and play therapy into practice.

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I was happy as a clam doing the clinical work, receiving a regular paycheck, and leaving behind the hassle of finding clients for myself. In terms of emotional demands on my employer, I was a non-complainer, and my needs were few. I asked for little and consulted enough to keep her informed of significant treatment issues.

An Ethical Dilemma Arises

As the practice grew, so did my employer’s need to be outside the office, and in her place, there were protocols. One of them was that no written document was to leave the office without her review, which included all letters, reports, and clinical summaries. Clinicians had deadlines and due dates on the documents which left the office, which did not always coincide with her ability to review and approve them. I understood the need for this system with new employees and interns, and that with multiple employees, that was a lot of reviewing. After all, that is what supervisors are for! But as a seasoned professional, I was not new to the field, and I knew my way around documentation and ethics.

I was treating a court-related, post-divorce father with three children, who traveled out of state for visitation with their mother. It was a 10-hour drive. A Guardian Ad Litem, who also happened to be an attorney, was assigned to the case.

The mother had been asked/ordered to participate in treatment and met once with me along with the children. In that meeting, she expressed her resentment and never returned. The father, nanny, and I were sure that the children were being abused and neglected. The children were telling the father, nanny, or myself stories of inconsistent care with meals, medications, sleeping arrangement, and transient care and supervision outside of their mother with other extended family members.

We were documenting the children’s emotional state and physical condition prior to, and after their visits with the mother. I was working with the children individually, as a group, with the father, and/or the nanny, after visitation with the mother to further support the need for intervention to stop the visitation. The judge continued to order the visits for lack of evidence and threatened the father with jail time if he didn’t comply.

We were documenting signs of abuse and neglect; refusal to give medication for a documented health condition, untreated medical illness, injuries, abnormal bruising, weight loss, sleep disturbance, and neglect. The children were scheduled to travel out of state for an extended three week stay. The father was under a court order to send them and severely stressed by the prospect.

In my clinical opinion the children were in danger if they were sent out of state for an extended visit like this. I felt the need to inform the Guardian Ad Litem. The deadline for the childrens’ next departure was rapidly approaching.

At that moment in time, my employer was consulting out of state and not due back until after the children’s impending departure. I fully understood the importance of protocol that the employer had set in place, but there was so much more at stake here than protocol. There was the children’s safety, health, and wellbeing, not to mention my legal liability, that of the agency, and my ethical reporting responsibility. While many reports had been filed in the past, there was not enough hard evidence to file a DCFS report or stop the visit.

I had prior authorization to communicate with the Guardian Ad Litem. I wrote the letter to the Guardian Ad Litem expressing my concerns, and the reasons. Based on experience, I knew my employer would not review the letter before the deadline for the visit, even if I sent it through email. The internal debate was emotional but brief. I sent the letter to the Guardian Ad Litem, and put a copy in the file, knowing it could cost me my job. The children needed to come first.

Because of the court order, the father sent the children to their mother. I did not hear from the Guardian Ad Litem, who did receive it via email, before the scheduled departure. The children survived the visit. Shortly after their return, one of the children disclosed sexual abuse, giving the court enough legal grounds to end visitation. The mother’s parental rights were terminated. The father re-married, and all three children have been formally adopted by his new wife. The children are thriving and progressing developmentally, despite their challenges.

As for my employer and I; we parted by mutual agreement.  

Challenging a Beloved Therapist: A Catalyst to Growth

A Break in Need of Repair

“I’ll wear a mask, unless you take a COVID test!” This was the message that I emailed Jeffery, my therapist of 29 years. It was a few days after he returned from a vacation that entailed a long airplane flight. My appointment was the following day.

“Wear a mask,” came Jeffery’s reply. He said he didn’t want to “stick something up my nose,” and was sure he didn’t have COVID because he was masked the entire flight. 

I was startled. His annoyed tone was out of character. I was also surprised to find I wasn’t devastated. In the early years of our work together, I’d been 100% emotionally dependent on him, a child beneath my grownup facade, and the thought that he might be annoyed would have been the end of my world. Now, I knew this was a temporary disconnect, one that could be repaired if we discussed it.

“Let’s do a phone session,” I emailed back. I was at risk for lung infections because of a health condition. Also, I would feel more secure on my own turf if the discussion proved difficult.

When we Facetimed, I saw that Jeffery was home, not in his office. Though dressed in his usual button-down shirt, he was stuffy and hoarse and looked as if he should have been in bed. But he was back to his usual cordial stance.

“Do you have COVID?” I asked.

“Just a cold. I don’t have any fever.”

By then it was common knowledge that fever wasn’t the gold standard for making a COVID diagnosis. I didn’t pursue the repair. He obviously wasn’t ready. I was glad to see him — he’d been away six weeks — but the session was superficial, not emotionally satisfying.

Before our next appointment, Jeffery texted that we should do another phone session, because he had COVID. Again, I was surprised at myself, this time for not wanting to say, “I told you so.” I understood that he could be wonderful 98% of the time and not wonderful 2% of the time.

When we spoke, I tried again for the repair, explaining that I was afraid of getting sick. He said he thought I was telling him what to do, but once he understood why, he was OK with it.

I saw that Jeffery was trying to be conciliatory, but it didn’t make sense. He’d known for a long time that I was afraid of getting sick, in part because I dreaded needing someone to care for me. We had been working on that in sessions. Also, he had never before gotten annoyed when I told him what would make me feel safe, even if he chose not to comply. Most likely, my COVID test request had triggered something in him that had nothing to do with me.   

I grew up in a home that didn’t model the best way to resolve conflict. If my father was displeased at something my brother or I did, he flew into a rage that involved prolonged and intense yelling, often accompanied by physical punishment. If he was displeased with something my mother did or opinions she had, he just yelled. She would answer softly, almost meekly, then later do as she pleased. If he found out, there would be more yelling. Early on, I learned not to rock the boat, a skill that traveled with me to adulthood. I was afraid that people would stop liking me if they became annoyed or angry, so I did everything I could to keep the peace. Now I was stymied.

It was rare that Jeffery let his own issues interfere with our work. In 29 years, that had happened only four other times, the last more than a decade earlier. This was by far the least consequential, but it was the first since I felt like a grownup through and through. I knew that before a meaningful discussion could begin, I would have to wait until he was ready to acknowledge what happened. If this was anything like the other times, that could take months. In the past, I would have discarded the 98% while I waited, just because I wasn’t happy with the 2%. It was a testament to our work together that I didn’t do that now. But gray was a lot harder to navigate than all black or all white.

Healing through Empathic Attunement

At 51, when I began seeing Jeffery, I had already spent 35 years in the mental health system. I’d been hospitalized three times with a misdiagnosis of schizophrenia, lived in a halfway house for a year, and had seen six therapists, each for several years. Though high-functioning at two jobs — weekdays as an I.T. systems analyst, weekends as a librarian — inside I was in emotional pain so great it felt like organ failure.

Relief came only through escape to an imaginary world I called the Atmosphere, where kindly invisible people, more emotionally reliable than real people, understood all my feelings and thoughts. That, and the knowledge that I always had an out: I could kill myself. The one place in the non-Atmosphere world where I was relatively comfortable was at work. I worked seven days a week — to stay alive and to pay for therapy.

Five years earlier, at 46, I learned I had what was then called multiple personality disorder (MPD) and has since been renamed dissociative identity disorder (DID). I was shocked that such a sensational-sounding diagnosis could apply to me. At the same time, I was relieved to finally have a plausible explanation for so much of my past: feeling not real, watching myself from outside myself, talking to faces in the mirror who were not me, functioning on a high level at work yet feeling psychotic outside of work. The diagnosis let me know I was not an alien species. I had a condition documented in clinical literature, said to have been caused by ongoing childhood trauma. That part fit, too.

It was one thing to have a diagnosis, another to find a clinician skilled in treating multiplicity. It would be another five years before I found Jeffery, recommended by a member of the dissociative disorders support group I had begun attending.

Jeffery soon realized that the Atmosphere, which was more real to me than the real world, had developed in response to early attachment trauma. The Atmosphere had been helpful when I was a child, providing the emotional connection I wasn’t getting from my parents, but when I became an adult, it got in the way of my having meaningful relationships with real people. Jeffery believed the Atmosphere had to be dismantled before healing of the multiplicity could take place. His theory, unbeknownst to me until years later, was that I needed to have an Atmosphere-like experience — perfect and unbroken attunement — with a real person: himself. I would then transfer my attachment from the Atmosphere to him, and eventually to other real people.

Over many years, with infinite patience and kindness, Jeffery saw me through the stages babies and toddlers go through when attaching to their caregivers. I may have been in an adult body, but parts of me who were very young still had to learn things as basic as object constancy — that people and things exist even when you can’t see them. Jeffery understood that to my magical way of thinking, I had two versions of him. In-person Jeffery waved goodbye to me at the end of each session, then froze, hand in the air, and stayed that way until I returned. The moment I walked out of his office, Atmosphere Jeffery materialized and remained with me 24/7, knowing everything I thought and felt and did until the start of my next session when in-person Jeffery would be right where I had left him.

In that way, he was with me continuously. Whenever something happened to let me know this was not so (his socks were another color, or he’d gotten a haircut, or worse, I saw the patient before me leave), I would berate him for his betrayal and call him a “deceiter.” He would explain that he hadn’t abandoned me, that I was always in his heart, even if he wasn’t physically with me. His words would soothe me — until the next time.

What went on in any given session depended on which of my parts was “out” (present). There was a sliver of me who was grownup, in particular an administrative part I called AlmostVivian. She kept me functioning in the world but had no depth. The more three-dimensional, feeling parts of me were largely children. These “littles,” who were causing most of the chaos and pain inside me, saw that Jeffery was a safe person, and they gradually began revealing themselves to him. Sometimes the only way I could communicate was by talking in nonsense syllables or writing backward on a piece of paper he had to hold up to the light to read. Other times, a feeling was too big to fit inside me, and I screamed, or hid behind a chair, or wordlessly locked eyes with him in an attempt to connect. And sometimes, ashamed to be visible, I could talk only in the dark, so he turned out the light.

At the start of a session, Jeffery would wait to see where I chose to sit. If it was a chair, he sat in a chair, too. If it was the floor, he would sit on the floor with me. If I was unable to talk, he and I might draw a picture together, taking turns adding a squiggle or something representational, like an eye or a bird. Sometimes we passed a computer back and forth, typing to each other in conversation. I likened our sessions to emotional surgery, where Jeffery dug deep but never more than I let him know I could tolerate. We would both make sure to leave enough time at the end to sew me up, so I could go out into the world and live my life until our next session. The sewing-up routine came to include having toast together, my ultimate comfort food. As we ate, chatting about seemingly mundane things, I would slip in something about my itinerary. “Before I go to work tomorrow, I have to take my mother to the dentist.” Atmosphere-Jeffery always knew where I was. I needed in-person Jeffery to know, too.

There were many bumps along the way, but the more I got from Jeffery what I had previously gotten only from the Atmosphere — feeling seen, acknowledged, understood, and cared about — the more I began connecting on a deeper level with outside people. My cubicle-mate at my I.T. job said, “You seem different lately. More sparkly.” My sister-in-law said, “It’s much easier to talk to you now. You’re more connected.” In my writing workshop, instead of hurrying out as soon as class was over, I began lingering to chat.

It took years, but I finally did “lose” the Atmosphere, and with it, the Atmosphere version of Jeffery. Concurrently, my internal parts were becoming more conscious of one another. While these developments were ultimately positive, adjusting to a new mental map of who I was and how I related to other people was not easy. For a few years, I felt lost from Jeffery, even when he was sitting across from me. A children’s book, Farfallina and Marcel, helped. I kept a copy in Jeffery’s office, and we often closed the session by reading it together. It’s the story of the friendship between a caterpillar and a gosling. One day, the caterpillar says she doesn’t feel well and climbs a tree. The gosling waits below, but the caterpillar doesn’t come down. A long time later, when the gosling has become a goose, he meets a butterfly. As they talk, they find out they each feel bad because they each lost a friend. A while after that, they realize they are the friends they thought they had lost. They look different, but they’re still the same inside.

Confrontation Revelation, and Repair

Jeffery had been my sherpa through decades of monumental changes that literally gave me back my life. Now we were having a tiff about something as trivial as a COVID test. At least I thought we were. From his point of view, the air had been cleared as soon as he understood I was simply telling him what would make me feel safe. I loved this man and wanted everything to be OK between us, so I did my best to ignore the elephant and go on as we had before. But six months later, when he was scheduled to take another trip — brief, but it involved a long flight — the elephant was still there.

“I don’t suppose you want to take a test when you get back, so let’s plan on a phone session,” I said, hoping to start a discussion.

“It’s not going to happen,” he said, smiling as if at a shared joke.

I smiled back, but inside I felt a great loss. The one person who had completely seen and understood me no longer did.

When Jeffery returned, I decided to confront him. I told him again that saying he didn’t want to stick something up his nose had been hostile. He could have just said he wasn’t comfortable taking a test. I repeated that this issue had more to do with him than me. He said he saw it differently. He had always shielded me from things that annoyed him. Now he was allowing himself to be more spontaneous. Then he clarified. During a session, he always saw my point of view, but outside of a session, he felt freer to let his annoyance show.

This initiated a new worry. How many other things had I done over the years that annoyed him? I asked for a list. All he could think of was something from two decades earlier, during the period when I could talk only in the dark. If my session was in the daytime, he had to hang blackout curtains, then take them down when I left.  

In our next meeting, I realized it was up to me to get the discussion back on track. I told Jeffery I had been caught in his forcefield, so I’d gone along with his explanations, but they didn’t make sense. His response: “Just because I disagree with you, that’s a forcefield?” This, too, was out of character. I said I didn’t want to know exactly what sticking something up his nose meant to him. I just wanted him to know that whatever it was had more to do with him than me.

There was silence for several long minutes, during which Jeffery’s eyes went up diagonally, the way they did when he was thinking through a complicated issue. At last, he looked at me and said humbly, “You’re right. There is something. I didn’t know it until now. Thank you.”

This was huge, but I didn’t stop. I brought up what he said about being annoyed outside of a session but not during a session. I told him that was hard to deal with. I needed to know he was a consistent person. Jeffery agreed he shouldn’t have said that. “It was mean and not true. I was just rationalizing my behavior.” That might be, I said, but it still hurt. He nodded his acknowledgment, holding my eyes.

We talked about it for a few weeks. I told Jeffery he was so near perfect that it was hard to know when it was legitimate to call him on something, especially when he kept insisting on his point of view. He admitted he didn’t like to think he had faults as a therapist, so he didn’t see when his own issues got in the way. Then he told me a little about his childhood, no details, but enough to let me know that what occurred between us most assuredly had nothing to do with me. I felt a surge of gratitude to him for his honesty. This couldn’t have been easy. But the elephant was gone.  

Incremental Progress, Monumental Change

At first, I was just glad to have my therapist back. But within months I found myself acting differently outside the therapy room. I had always been surface-friendly with everyone, easy to be around. I rarely became involved in deep discussions because I rarely had strong opinions. Whenever I did have one, if it was contrary to someone else’s point of view, I soon came to feel the other person was right. Now I was finding myself less inclined to remain safely on the sidelines, more willing to take cautious risks and become involved.

Shortly after the air cleared between Jeffery and me, I was asked to become co-chair of an organization I belonged to. While I liked the group and its mission, the thought of having to run meetings where there were sometimes opposing viewpoints — and hurt feelings — was daunting. I declined, explaining my reluctance to the person trying to recruit me. “But you’re so good at handling that kind of thing,” she said. I knew I was, but it was a skill that came with a toll. I was constantly vigilant in my interactions, never fully relaxed. Still, when she continued trying to convince me, I was flattered. She was someone I respected. After a month, during which I thought long and hard, I accepted, having decided it would be good for me to step out of my comfort zone. 

Of all the changes I went through since the start of my therapy with Jeffery, none had announced itself with an ah-ha! moment worthy of documenting in a progress note. Change was so incremental, like the slow movement of tectonic plates, that I never noticed it until a seemingly minor incident, like the COVID-test brouhaha, let me see how far I had come.

It has been said that in psychotherapy, in addition to whatever expertise the therapist has or what their approach is, it’s the relationship that heals. Jeffery was a safe person for me to challenge, and I had become strong enough to trust my instinct that something about his protestations didn’t ring true. While he didn’t agree with me at first, he didn’t try to crush me but allowed a discussion. I saw that we both wanted to reconcile and were negotiating in good faith. Ultimately, the fact that he was big enough to step back and take an honest look at himself, despite his discomfiture, was healing for me.

In my new role as co-chair, I have already been challenged by several disagreements. Each time, I’m initially sorry I accepted the post, but after the issue is resolved, I feel good. When I was on the sidelines, I never took a stand or tried to shape an outcome for fear of upsetting someone. Being involved is more difficult, but also more gratifying. It’s as if I had been snacking before and have only now sat down to a satisfying meal.

At 81, I am still becoming. 

Politics on the Couch

I practice in the Boston area, the bluest part of a very blue state, Massachusetts. In the wake of recent world events — Trump’s election, mass shootings, and limitations on access to abortions — most of my patients have until now assumed, not wrongly, that we are aligned politically. For the few whose politics differ from the majority here, they have come to trust that I am open-minded enough to hear their positions without compromising our relationship.  

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It is a long-standing cliché that therapists answer a question with a question. Typically, if patients ask me direct questions, such as whether they should take a new job or get divorced, it is easy for me to parry the question back to them. But some patients’ tolerance for this practice has waned as they want me to make explicit my position on the war. To them, a position of neutrality or silence feels unsafe and, for some, even immoral. As the war has continued, patients’ positions have shifted somewhat but the intensity of their feelings has not lessened.

Existential and moral questions have always had a place in therapy as people struggle to reconcile concerns about the meaning of life. But in the last decade, patients frame wanting to share their feelings with me in the context of feeling safe. Therapy sessions were meant to be “safe spaces” long before that term became part of the vernacular. Promises of privacy, confidentiality, and acceptance are the backbone of establishing a therapeutic alliance and, with rare exceptions, are guaranteed. But, for some of my patients this war shook their sense of what it means to feel safe in some fundamental ways and that has translated into wanting me to agree with them.

Inviting Politics into the Therapy Space

Days after the attack on Israel by Hamas, a patient started his session by saying, “I need to talk about the war, but I feel so afraid of being wrong, I just keep my mouth shut.” He went on to discuss how limited his understanding of the Middle East was and the pressure he felt to take a side. He knew his silence was not read as neutral and that his friend group wanted to know where he stood. 

He also questioned whether my silence was actually neutral, and worried that I too would think less of him for not already having a position. “What do you think?” he asked. “I want to hear how you are talking to your friends.” He hoped I would share my position to model for him what a cogent answer might sound like. Rather than satisfying his request, I chose to discuss strategies for having effective difficult conversations and support his right not to know how he felt at this moment in time. It was a meaningful interchange if not wholly satisfying for him.

Another patient vented her fury about her friends whose beliefs on this topic did not align with her own. She saw the potential for this issue to rupture relationships which had stood the test of time through many other challenges. Now she wanted my help, but she expressed grave concern that I would be unable to understand her position since I am not Jewish.

Despite our long history, I wondered if our relationship would survive this difference. Even though I appreciated the amount of distress she was living with, it pained me to think that given the current state of affairs, the fact that we have different backgrounds could limit her trust in me. We are both choosing our words carefully and I check in with some frequency to see how she is feeling about our relationship.

I have a number of patients who are college faculty members or students, and the heated debates on campus came roaring into my practice. Questions about the positions leaders were taking on their campuses and the implications for future career choices were on the minds of these patients and those who are parents of college-aged students.

Patients with younger children raised questions about how much to discuss the war with their children and how to keep their children safe from hate speech and potential violence. There was a general sense of people feeling unmoored and frightened. Taking time to understand the personal connections to this world event became a dominant theme over the course of many sessions.

Most of my patients do not belong to a religious community. I am by no means an expert on Middle East affairs, nor is that my role. For those who feel devastated or set adrift by current events, they look to me for answers and reassurance that I cannot give. Furthermore, in this day of AI and polarized news feeds, people do not know where to turn for information they can trust. At the same time, they want something more than equivocal answers from their therapist.

A weekly therapy hour cannot solve the problems of the world, but good therapy can promote mental health. The goal of therapy is not to shut the world out, but to help people manage feeling overwhelmed by the world. As the challenges of the world continue to come into the therapy hour, I strive to maintain the therapeutic connection. I might not always pass the litmus test, but I am hopeful that my efforts to encourage patients to empower themselves, improve their skills at having difficult conversations, and increase the number of places where they feel safe to share nuanced feelings will mitigate some of the damage done by this war.  

Donald Meichenbaum on Coping with Loss and Traumatic Bereavement

Lawrence Rubin: Hi, Don. Thanks so much for joining me today. You are most widely known for your foundational work in developing CBT but it is equally important that our readers know that for these last 35 years, you have been the director of research at the Melissa Institute for Violence Prevention and Treatment in Miami, Florida.
Donald Meichenbaum: (DM) Thank you for the invitation.
LR: You had previously requested that my first question be about the tragic and unexpected death of your wife, Marianne?

The Irony of a Trauma Specialist’s Tragic Loss

DM: We were married 58 years. My wife and I were vacationing in Clearwater, Florida, escaping the snows of Buffalo, where our permanent home is. My wife was tragically hit by a car at a pedestrian crossing. You know they have flashing lights, and this is sort of a warning sign. She was hypervigilant about not trusting people to stop, so obviously she would not have stepped off the curb if the vehicle had not stopped. But for whatever reason, the vehicle continued on and hit her. And in fact, she was lifted by a helicopter from Clearwater down to the trauma center in Saint Pete.I had called her on her cell phone thinking that she was late because she had a Zoom yoga meeting that she usually attended. I got a male voice, and he indicated that she had been hit and taken by helicopter down to the trauma center, but they would provide me with a police car to drive to the trauma center. I got there and the trauma physician indicated that she had already died. I asked to see her, went in and she was covered by a sheet. I pulled down the sheet, and she was pretty messed up from the accident.

I’ve worked with head injured, so I’ve been involved in seeing such incidents. Remarkably, her hand was still warm when I caressed it. There was a chaplain sitting next to us and I asked her to take a picture of me holding her hand. I actually sent that picture to my daughter-in-law who made it into a pillow. So, it was a traumatic bereavement kind of situation.

The irony is that morning I was giving a Zoom lecture for therapists in China on how to cope with traumatic bereavement and prolonged and complicated grief. And by four o’clock that afternoon, I was living my lecture. So, one of the interesting aspects of all this, and I’d be happy to discuss it with you, is what is the immediate and more long-term impact on an individual such as myself, who is in some sense is an expert on the area of interventions — having developed cognitive behavioral techniques.

Interestingly, there are hundreds of these kinds of accidents, many in Florida, of people — for whatever reason, where the driver is not complying with the pedestrian crossing. And there are multiple accidents and deaths in this particular way. So, the issue of traumatic bereavement as compared to a kind of prolonged complicated grief is an issue that I have been preoccupied with. And moreover, I’ll just add this final note before we open it up for your further questions. There are two aspects that are really quite fascinating in the aftermath of such traumatic bereavement.

One has to do with dealing with the grief. And the other aspect that is not readily discussed by clinicians is the sequelae that follow the sudden death of a loved one. And I will give both you and the readers to this presentation, a keyword that will change your life forever. This is the most important thing you should take away from our discussion. And the one word that you need, Larry, that will change your life if you do not already have it in your repertoire, is “passwords.” If you do not have the password of your significant other who died in a traumatic fashion, you are screwed.

LR: You’ll lose access to everything.
DM: Yeah, right. So, at a moment of intimate repose for your listener, they should lean over to their loved one and say, “I love you, but do you know our passwords and how to retrieve them?” So, you know I can fill you in and turn this into a kind of therapy session? And tell you the kind of trauma events, both dealing with the aftermath of the loss of my wife, but also the police reports, the autopsy reports, the life insurance, the banking, all of the credit cards — everything that goes with it.And the interesting thing is, if you are a clinician, one of the things you do in helping me is assessing, what is the lingering impact of this, what was the aftermath like? But it’s unlikely that you would have done that and asked does your social life change, and then a whole bunch of other questions that I’ve put together. In fact, the lecture that I was giving that morning to Chinese therapists, that entire 80-page handout that I provided them with is available to your listeners.

So, if they go to Google – Meichenbaum, Donald, Melissa, Institute – they will be able to download my 80-page tool plus other items on how to treat individuals who have traumatic bereavement and prolonged and complicated grief. So, if there’s anything I say that might be of help, I’m glad for that. And moreover, if there are people who want to contact me, they could do so through the Institute.

LR: I’m fascinated by the one word that you said clinicians, spouses, partners, family members should know, which is “password.” What’s the significance of imparting that piece of wisdom of knowing your partner’s password? And how did it play out in your journey?

DM: To access a number of accounts, my life was such that my wife Marianne was a wonderful wife, a very competent person. She was an actress, and she was a June Taylor dancer. She looked after all of our finances. I’m not a very competent person other than psychology. I’m a really good psychologist. I know a lot.

But when it comes to life, she was what I would characterize as my surrogate frontal lobe. And therefore, I never knew how to run appliances or bank machines or any of these kinds of things, and she looked after it. So, to gain access to that information, you really need the passwords. Fortunately, I have four wonderful children who are competent and loving and supportive, and that helped a great deal. So, we were able to, over a lengthy period of time — trust me, it took more than an entire year — to settle accounts related to adaptive functioning and financial issues and the like.

I won’t trouble you and your audience, but to highlight how unfriendly, how totally unfriendly the system is, to the 1,000,000 people who lost loved ones due to COVID. You know, the 20,000 individuals who died by interpersonal violence. You know, the incidence of mass shootings and all the other kinds of episodes, you know, the 48,000 who have to survive the suicidal death of a loved one. So, this discussion is absolutely remarkably timely, let alone the loss of natural disasters. I mean, just think of all the people at Maui whose lives are just upturned, and the many wars and the like. So, dealing with loss, grieving, traumatic bereavement, and mourning has to be on the top agenda of every clinician.

Difficult Therapeutic Conversations

LR: Working with adult children of elderly parents, clinicians have to enter conversations about what their plans are with and for them. And it seems to really behoove clinicians to engage these clients about the possibility of traumatic loss and unanticipated loss without pre-traumatizing them. How can we do that?

DM: We have to remind ourselves that what makes us effective therapists is the quality and nature of the therapeutic alliance that we establish, maintain, and monitor with our clients. So, to answer your question, I would advise clinicians to not enter that discussion without the permission of their clients. If I were in that situation, I would say something like, “I recently had a personal loss and I had a lot of lessons that I learned. And I was wondering if you would be interested or willing for me to share those.” So, my notion of being a good therapist is always to solicit permission from my clients, no matter what it is I want to ask. The third thing I would do is to say that, “you should feel free if this is not a good time or this is what we want to do, to put you in charge.” Remember that we, as therapists, need to be person-centered rather than protocol driven.

So, it sounds like, Larry, you had a whole bunch of to-do tasks that you think this elderly client or loved one should go through, right? You said you don’t want to traumatize them. Well, I agree totally. You know, so treat them with the same respect that you would want.

LR: How do we have conversations with our clients who may not even have elderly parents, but who are aware that they live in a world where there are dangers around every corner. How do you help clients prepare for the unpredictable without pre-traumatizing them?
DM: I have a kind of style of therapy, and I’ve actually highlighted this. I just put together a legacy course on what makes people expert therapists. As it turns out, 25 percent of therapists get 50 percent better results and have 50 percent fewer dropouts. So, my legacy course is, what characterizes those 25 percent of people and how can I elevate clinicians to that level? I have a kind of interpersonal style of respectful curiosity. And I really want to convey that to the client and wonder if they’re curious as well.I might say things like, we live in — how should I describe it — precarious times. With the COVID epidemic, with unpredictable violence, with multiple disasters and I must confess that I personally wondered to myself, and I wondered if you wondered to yourself about, given the unpredictability of life ever occurring, are we and our loved ones prepared for that? I mean, that’s my style of interacting. So, what I’m doing in that is actually sharing the rationale, and I’m extending an invitation.

My client might choose to take that invitation or not. And moreover, if I am going to see that person again in the future, all I want to do is plant the seed, then I will be able to follow up. I would say maybe this isn’t the right time or I’m not the right person. But as I look around, I think it might be advisable. And even something as simple as knowing the password of your loved one might be a good starting point. So that’s my way of engaging people.

LR: As simple as that. Simple, but complete.
DM: The key, or perhaps the challenge, is to deal with difficult issues in a non-traumatic engendering fashion.

Lessons on Grieving through Personal Loss

LR: In what ways, looking back, has your own clinical work and research helped you in your journey of grieving?
DM: Now that I’ve talked about the sequalae, let me take a moment and talk about the grieving thing. One of the things that’s really important for your audience to know — and there’s good research by George Bonanno and others that in the aftermath of loss — is that whether it’s due to traumatic, violent episodes like this, or whether it’s due to more prolonged, complicated grief as a result of having someone who’s been ill for a long period of time; there’s an expectation and different kinds of deaths have different kinds of impact.The bottom line is you need to recognize that most people are highly resilient. If you look at the data, most people don’t develop prolonged and complicated grief. So, the key aspect is, what distinguishes those who do versus those who don’t? And I even wrote a book called Roadmap to Resilience, that examines this and deals with it. In fact, your audience is welcome, in honor of my wife’s death, to view this and also my legacy course in her memory. So that’s one way of transforming pain into something good that will come of it.

And in fact, the Roadmap to Resilience has been downloaded for free on the Internet by 45,000 people in 138 countries. So now, let’s get to the heart of your question. In fact, George Bonanno wrote a really nice book called The Other Side of Sadness, which I recommend. It’s a nice little extrapolation on the kind of resilience engendering behavior. Therese Rando has also developed a concept that I’d like to comment on, that she calls “STUGs,” Sudden Temporary Upsurges in Grief.”

And in monitoring my own behavior, since I’m a psychologist and good observer, I’ve tracked my own STUGs. These kind of substantial or sudden kinds of upsurges of grief. And there are two kinds of STUGs in my life that I’ve discovered that have important clinical implications. The first STUGs are sort of sudden and unexpected. A song comes up, an invitation comes up to go to dinner with someone who doesn’t know about my wife’s loss. A couple walks by holding hands and lovingly convey their intimate connection.

And that hits me in an unexpected way. I’m moved to tears, and I have a sense of loss and the like. And there’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, I’ve come to believe that each tear that I experience in loss is not only a reflection of the loss and the grief and how much I miss her and the like, but it’s also a tear of appreciation. Of how lucky I was and grateful to have her in my life all these years. And then, I would have never had this career and all that without her. I’m a cognitive behavior therapist, so the whole thing is not that you cry, not that you feel losses.

It’s what is the story you tell yourself and others about that emotion? Each of us, each of your readers of this interview are not only Homo Sapiens, but they’re Homo Narrans. That we’re actually all storytellers. And the nature of the story we tell will determine — I’m going to suggest — whether you fall into the 20 percent who develop prolonged and complicated grief, or you’re part of the 70 to 80 percent who, in spite of the loss, everlasting loss, your STUG is this kind of sudden reminder.

LR: Unexpected!
DM: I sort of expect them, but they come out of the blue, right? The other kind of STUG which is interesting is something that’s a reflection of a prolonged type of routine or activity that we would have engaged in. So, I’m in Cape Cod, one of the things we would do is go down and have our sunset drink on the beach. A saxophone player would often be playing in the background from their beach house, you know, some Cape Cod song that we would have toasted to, kind of thing.Or we have our favorite restaurant, or our favorite hike or something like that. And I’m now doing those activities on my own. There’s another really interesting aspect to this, and that is, is the person who’s surviving the death, male or female? Okay, so most of my social contacts here in Cape Cod, and in other places, are a derivative of my being a partner of Marianne. So, she had a remarkable social network. She was just lovable and likable. There wasn’t anyone who didn’t fall in love with my wife.

And when she died, those social contacts sort of evaporated. People sort of give you occasional email and a “how are you doing?” But you don’t get invited to the same social occasions or dinners or other kinds of activities, so your network is really an important issue. And the important predictor here, especially among men, is loneliness. Okay, and there’s a higher incidence of husbands dying soon after the death of their wife, about 30 percent and so forth, and having other kinds of physical ailments than the other way around.

And then you need to distinguish between loneliness and isolation. Some people choose to isolate — they like being alone and so forth. Loneliness is yearning for this. And so first of all, in the aftermath of both traumatic bereavement and in terms of the mourning process, that becomes important. The other thing that your readers should take away is that there are no stages of grieving. So Kubler-Ross and Ron Kessler’s stuff about going through stages has no scientific basis for it.

And not only do you not have the five stages, but the expectation on the part of the clinician that people need to go through stages, and the failure to do so is a sign of pathology, is indeed problematic and possibly stress-engendering. So, when people don’t get angry, okay, then it’s deniable or they can’t handle their emotions. And I had a pretty good cause to be angry. This happened in Florida, okay? So, the guy who killed my wife got fined 160 dollars and lost his license for three months.

That was the total consequence. Not only that, in Florida — this is a wonderful state to live in if you’re going to retire — you don’t have to have liability insurance on your car. Okay? All you need to do is pay insurance up to 10,000 dollars. The helicopter cost of taking my wife from Clearwater to the trauma center was 68,000 dollars. So not only do I have, look, how much time do we have? You want me to go on and on? So, what am I going to do? And anger we know, gets in the way of processing trauma memories. Of all the emotions, that’s the one you don’t want to give up to. And that’s the one that clinicians should ask about in the aftermath.

So, if you go to the handout that I have, I have put together the most important diagnostic questions that clinicians should ask. Yeah, I give workshops on grief, and I actually bring my pillow and tell people. And I ask, if I’m your client, Larry, what questions do you think you should ask me? You’re a gifted clinician. What do you think are the most important questions you should ask me to see whether I’m going to develop prolonged grief disorders? Because there are now effective treatments. Shearer and others have created really good cognitive behavioral interventions, when I go on and on and review all the literature. So, I can make this a two-way street. I could ask you, what question do you think you should ask me first?

LR: What comes to mind is, how has your life changed?
DM: Wrong question!
LR: Okay, I could probably guess 20 times wrong.
DM: No, no. The first thing you should ask is, “how long ago has this occurred.” Okay, if this happened like last week or last month, that’s different than if it occurred a year ago. Okay? You know, and then there’s a whole set of questions you could ask about the circumstances, like you did at the outset. Okay, so getting to the notion of how you handle this has a kind of implied judgment on your part that I should be handling it.So, am I going to tell you how bad off I am or am I going to say oh, it’s not that bad, right? So, you have to establish a good therapeutic alliance with me, where I’m going to be open and honest. You know, I have trust engendering things, so I don’t know what your agenda is. Anyway, go to my handout.

LR: I will. I will.
DM: Please, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.

LR: It’s refreshing and intimidating at the same time. What other guidance are you offering to clinicians who maybe are sheepish about asking the questions, or will not openly receive or seek out clients who have experienced loss? 

DM: The first thing — over and above the comment on stages — is that the field of psychotherapy is absolutely filled with bullshit. I wrote an article with Scott Lilienfeld called, How to Spot Hype in the Field of Psychotherapy. The next thing for therapists to understand is that the various therapeutic procedures are equivalent in outcome, and that there are no winners in the race. So that’s the next thing, just don’t believe the hype in these workshops where these people are saying that, “X, Y, and Z works better.”That traumatic bereavement is a common response, will lead to grief and mourning that leads to deteriorating performance is just not the case. So, the second thing that’s really important is that you need to ascertain from the client how to do therapy in a culturally and religiously, and gender-related kind of fashion. You need to ask the person — in my case, whether I’ve had other losses besides Marianne. You need to make me a consultant to you. Okay. And then you need to probe. How did I handle those? And is there anything I learned from them? So, you need to see me as a client as a resource person rather than someone you’re going to treat because you went to some workshop. Okay!

And apropos of the loss and transition website by Neimeyer and colleagues, they have a lot of techniques. Some of them are expressive. Some of these are customary activities that people engage in. So, you, the clinician, need to honor the way in which I want to cope with grief. Okay? And I recently went to a workshop by Mary Francis O’Connor who wrote a book on the grieving brain. And you need to recognize that some of the losses that people experience are natural and a reflection of love.

So don’t pathologize people’s grief or their coping techniques. If I want to avoid certain activities, I don’t go and get rid of the clothing and so forth. And there was a movie that Tom Hanks made that his wife produced called, A Man Called Otto. It’s a bit of a Hollywood version, but they did a really good job on talking at the gravesite. And doing the thing on the clothes. Here’s a wonderful thing that happens. When I cleaned out my wife’s closet, I found out that for the five years that we courted each other, we had written letters. And mind you, that was 1961. She saved all those letters. In 1961, a stamp was four cents. I read those letters as if she was present, each night I take out a couple. I’m now up to 1963, you know that stamps now cost $0.08 in 1963? Her presence, my storytelling, my doing this interview, my reading the letters, are all my own personal ways to honor her memory. The fact that I put the Roadmap to Resilience online for free in her memory.

If you go to the Melissa Institute website, if you’re interested, if you like this interview, go there and make a donation in my wife’s name. We’ve already raised 25,000 dollars for the Institute against violence prevention for her. I’m now in the midst of having done this legacy course of ten one-hour lectures on what makes someone an expert therapist, and then how to take those core principles and the transtheoretical behavior change principles and apply them to a whole host of diverse problems like grief and PTSD and anger and the like.

Each of those courses is only going to cost 150 dollars. Okay, that’s 15 dollars per CEU. All that money is going to go to the Institute in memory of Marianne. So, if you want more of what we’re talking about, track down this legacy course. If you do, there’s the likelihood you’ll be in the 25 percent group and you’ll be able to honor my wife’s memory. You get CEU’s for cheap.

The Role of Resilience in Healing through Grief

LR: You mentioned something earlier on, Don, about resilience as one of the really powerful predictors of how someone will move through their grief journey. Can you say a little bit about what a resilient griever looks like?
DM: In the aftermath of trauma or victimization, and with regard to whatever form it takes, resilience has been equivalated with notions of the ability to bounce back and with dealing with ongoing adversities. And it deals with the notion of personal growth. Margaret Stroebe and her colleagues have an interesting distinction within which people oscillate. That is, they have a variety of coping responses that are loss-oriented or restorative, and future-oriented. One of the things that’s interesting is that people can deal with it as a kind of Viktor Frankl type of observation.That people could deal with any kind of how in their life, as long as they have a kind of why in their life. Some sense of meaning, making purpose. This fits into my constructive narrative perspective that everyone is a Homo Narrans, or a storyteller. So, one of the things that becomes really interesting is how people transform their loss into some kind of effort to help others. So how did the Melissa Institute come about and my involvement therein? So, in the tragic killing of their daughter, Melissa, when she was at college in Saint Louis at Washington University, they have transformed the last 28 years – her loss — into a meaning-making activity.

You can go to the Trevor Project on suicide. You can go to Mothers Against Drunk Driving. There are numerable examples, I give multiple websites of how people have transformed their pain into something good. That doesn’t mean that you don’t continue to have an everlasting sense of grief. There’s nothing wrong with grief. It’s like any other emotion. The key is, what do people do with that emotion? Do they withdraw? Do they isolate? Do they become lonely? Do they use addictions? Do they self-medicate?

So, the key question is not, apropos of the resilience, or that people grieve. The fact that people are in touch with their grief is, in fact, a sign of resilience, right? It’s coming to, how do they honor? How do they memorialize? I deal a lot with returning soldiers. And the other kind of thing is that there are different kinds of losses. There’s loss of people, but there’s a thing called missing loss also. Like imagine people who have individuals who go missing in action. You don’t know if they’re dead right, or in Maui — you know, they haven’t found certain bodies. I mean, does that mean, is there more?

How do I, do I sort of get preoccupied and ruminate about the loss of my loved one, and how I wasn’t there? If I have guilt, shame, humiliation, if I have anger, if these kinds of negative emotions are that which drives me, then that’s the person, those are the folks who are going to be more likely to get stuck, who have hot cognitions and the like. So, you can talk about resilience being the absence of negative stuff, or resilience could be the restorative process on the other end. I don’t know if I’m getting close to your concerns, but…

LR: That resilience, and there are certain personality attributes and certain experiences that predispose people to resilient ways of being, and those people are probably in a better place to move forward in their lives after a loss.

DM: Here’s one of the things I failed to mention. The research indicates that people who have had a prior major depressive disorder are significantly more likely to develop prolonged and complicated grief. So, when I was asking the question, I ask, “Have you had similar losses in the past” and so forth? What we could do is look for vulnerability factors, okay, that are red flags as another tip. To see who would warrant evidence-based interventions, we’re pretty good.

If you look at my core task, there’s a whole way of how we, as therapists, do psychoeducation to educate people about grief. Or how do we help them develop various kinds of coping strategies? And how do we get them to follow through? The big thing is how do you get people who need help to want to come for help? And help them stay there? That’s the artistry of therapists.

LR: Is it more likely that those who have historically reached out to others for help, who have built lives that are rich in community, are just naturally predisposed?

DM: Well, a lot. There’s a fair amount of research by Camille Wortman and Roxanne Silver. Obviously, one of the building blocks for resilience is relationships. I mentioned I have four loving kids who really came to support, I have other people — professionally and others — who’ve come to support. But Wortman then really found a whole bunch of things that people do that are unproductive, that actually make people worse.

They have identified a variety of things that people provide support for, and actually make people worse. Like moving on statements. Things like, “You’re still a young, attractive, bright guy. You’ll find someone. How much longer before you die, You’ll be able to join him. This was God’s mission, He knew something.” So, there are lots of things that social support people offered, so that’s one of the questions you need to ask.

What, if anything, have people done or failed to do that you found helpful or unhelpful, right? Because you want to make sure that you, the therapist, aren’t doing something that I perceive as being unhelpful. So, if you’re a really good therapist, let your patients teach you how to do therapy. Don’t think just because you went to graduate school or took some workshop that you know how. Ask your patient, “What do you think is causing you to still have this lingering grief? And what do you think it will take to help you to move on? And what is it that I, the therapist can do to help you in that process?”

LR: You know, Bob Niemeyer suggests that therapists working in the arena of grief need to be what he calls the guide on the side, rather than the sage on the stage.

DM: Yeah. I like that. That’s a good metaphor. I like him a lot. I’ve read all his stuff. And, you know, my thing is, don’t be a surrogate frontal lobe for your patients. Don’t let the person’s emotions hijack their frontal lobe.

LR: And don’t, as the therapist, let your emotions hijack your presence in therapy. What about those therapists who themselves have had complicated losses, or unfinished business with their own children, parents, and spouses who have died?

DM: Well, I guess those therapists need to be honest with themselves and wonder how it impacts their therapeutic process. Those therapists need to be honest with themselves and decide whether, in fact, they need some therapy. That could help them deal with the issue. And the third kind of issue is, can they strategically use that self-disclosure in a way that facilitates or benefits the patient’s recovery? Rather than saying, you think you’ve got problems with your wife? You want to know what living with cancer has been like? And not only that, my father has Alzheimer’s, and now all of a sudden I have to listen to your shit, right?

So, you can judiciously, strategically say words are inadequate to describe what grief is like. I’ve been there myself. It’s not the occasion for me to share the details, but I want you to know I’ve felt the pain. Okay, I don’t know what the right words are, and you have to say it in an effective way. You can’t say, you think you got problems?

LR: In what way are you — are there any ways that you’re still practicing as a therapist now?

DM: I do a lot of consulting. I work with the head injured thing when people have cases, I train therapists who are doing supervision. I’m not seeing patients now like I did in the past, because I’m not in one place. I’m kind of a peripatetic clinician, so it’s hard to make a commitment to someone being there. I do some consultation with patients by telephone, since COVID.

LR: We could talk for hours Don and I do I hope we talk again. I appreciate your kindness and generosity.

DM: Thank you for the compliment and for inviting me on this journey.

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Mapping the Heart Of OCD: Going Beyond the Conditions We Know

“The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.” —Blaise Pascal

Capitalizing on Empathy in OCD Treatment

Some diagnoses are no-brainers when it comes to treatment. Poll any therapist with a pulse and ask them what’s the best intervention for OCD, and you’ll get the same answer: Exposure Response Prevention (ERP).

ERP is a cognitive-behavioral technique whereby OCD sufferers stare down their biggest fears and learn not to blink. Intending to conjure up their personal worst-case scenarios — the terror of harming a newborn child, the yuck factor of hands submerged in an overflowing trash can in Times Square, or entertaining the possibility that they just might be a psychopath — ERP performs an unusual sleight of hand. By leaning into rather than avoiding anxiety, sufferers break OCD’s unruly spell.

Although highly effective at providing relief for symptoms, ERP is a mind and behavior-oriented approach that misses the most astounding feature of the OCD tribe: their enormous hearts. People with OCD are amongst the kindest and loveliest clients with whom I’ve worked.

And it’s not just my own bias, research confirms this big heart. Recent studies found that individuals with OCD show higher empathy levels compared to healthy controls. They shared the suffering of others in both self-reports and in a naturalistic task designed to test empathy in real time. They also reported more distress over their heightened empathy and are more emotionally responsive and attuned to others compared to healthy controls.

Such responsiveness is at the core of what makes therapists so effective, and yet for those with OCD, it misses two crucial pieces: the self-compassion and self-advocacy to counterbalance a weighted-down heart. Therapist burnout shows it’s possible to be too empathic, but have we ever looked at OCD from this perspective? Maybe we should!

A behavioral approach gives little room to map this expansive OCD heart, and it’s a real turnoff. Like the Grinch, many OCD sufferers don’t want to touch ERP with a 39-and-a-half-foot pole. Between one quarter and one half of people with OCD decline ERP, in some cases even before it begins.

I regularly take on the challenge of asking myself as a therapist: what more can I learn about this condition by entertaining something completely different? In the spirit of punk rock, what can I glean if I rebelliously take on the mainstream? With its one gold standard treatment, OCD begs the question: isn’t there more we can do to help OCD sufferers find their voice? Perhaps ERP is so popular that few have the audacity to question it. Maybe, as Pascal instructs, the heart has its own reasons. Such was what I learned with and through Kate.

Kate’s Therapeutic Journey

“I almost cried when I read your blog post,” Kate confessed during our first zoom meeting. A cinematographer based in LA, Kate was fast losing hope that she’d ever get past severe OCD that only relented, ironically, when she was on set. “I always thought that I was failing at OCD treatment, not doing it right. Like, why aren’t I strong enough to just sit through the anxiety? But when I read your work, I felt like treatment was failing me.”

Kate read my unconventional theory that OCD arises from an empathic and existential sensitivity that goes unnoticed and unsupported, and turns in on itself. That enlarged heart capable of so much love is also keenly aware of the chasm of loss set before us all. Is it any wonder that the majority of OCD sufferers worry that death might befall themselves or someone they love? Or that the ritual du jour might somehow stave off what we all wish to control? At its root, OCD is a keen awareness of the fragility of life and the myriad spells and incantations we use to hold on to it at all costs, even if we must lose ourselves first.

“My parents and siblings used to poke fun when I was little when I wasn’t ready to let go of my teddy bear like they all did when younger. I carried her everywhere; she was the sensitive heart nowhere to be found in my house. I hated that I couldn’t let her go, and even until recently, I felt that way about my OCD treatment. Why couldn’t I be fiercer and face my fears and just grow up? Why can’t I even do this ERP thing right?”

Kate felt guilty in therapy, too. She admired the OCD specialist who first gave her a diagnosis and regaled her with the promise of ERP. Finally, there was hope that OCD didn’t have to rule her world. If he had saved her — as she so often felt — why wasn’t she more appreciative?

As we talked together, it became clearer: feeling wasn’t on his radar. Her therapist didn’t listen or seem to care about all that sensitivity, and she felt rejected yet again alongside her teddy bear. “What does it matter what your obsessions mean?” he’d shoot back, as if to say, “get with the program, this approach isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

In conventional OCD treatment, obsessions are just noise in the system trying to distract from the most significant mission: full acceptance of uncertainty and ambiguity. While Kate always wanted to make meaning and find ever more intricate forms for her feelings, her therapist just wished she’d keep working hard and be satisfied with her progress. There was little room for her own authoritative and unique voice, all that good fire in her heart.

Kate could also detect something unspoken in her therapist’s heart: how much his identity seemed tied to one singular truth and how it rattled him to entertain otherwise. She vaguely knew something about herself — how she existed in the world — hurt him. But she never put those feelings into words. Instead, they metastasized into self-doubt, self-recrimination, and shame.

It clocked Kate in the face when she recognized her therapist’s philosophy in a meme widely circulating and praised on Instagram in the OCD recovery world: “OCD is just sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Borrowed from Macbeth’s famous line when the walls are closing in on his murderous exploits and he learns of his wife’s death (ironically, Lady Macbeth with her “out-damned spot!” is one of the most famous contamination OCD cases in literature), Macbeth’s phrase is one of horror, lamentation, and hopelessness. The world is a meaningless, obsessional march of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, a tale told by an idiot.

“What is wrong with me?” Kate wondered. “I’ve always been a failure in treatment just as in life.”

The middle daughter of a highly educated and successful family of Chinese immigrants to California, Kate constantly found herself on the outside. Family members pegged her as unable to let things go, and though they’d never outright say it, weak for not being able to be more driven and hardworking like the rest of the clan. “Even your work is all just fantasy,” her mother complained.

Kate’s sister had already long moved out of the parents’ house at 25 and was now in medical school, setting sights on buying her first home. Her brother, an IT specialist, always seemed to be able to fix just about anything. Kate was the anomaly, still living at home with her parents and never quite fitting into the alpha-driven landscape of her family’s California dreams.

“Why couldn’t she just enjoy the promise of all that beautiful California sunshine?” her father protested. Kate was always adrift in the riptides of her obsessions, what if she forgot the stove was on, burned the house down, and killed everybody’s nascent dreams along with it?

“It’s like I can never do what the mainstream wishes for me. Maybe that’s why I’ve gravitated to indie films so much. It’s my only refuge.”

“I’d reverse that. The mainstream has never really witnessed your profound heart. You have always tried to accommodate the mainstream — your family, your therapist, the world — but it has come at the price of who you really are. Your sensitivity has always been a part of what has made your vision so clear and full. It’s no accident that your OCD largely vanishes when your sensitivity is prized, as it is when you are working on films and the director gives you the go ahead to command what you need to get the right shot.”

Kate always had a whimsical and keenly observant view of the world, and it showed in her cinematography. She always knew which way to angle the camera not just to get the right light or best composition, but somehow, she evoked things out of objects and people that were somehow right there, but beyond them as well. Her prodigious talent landed her on projects that she most dreamed of; it was also one of the few places where she felt free from obsessional doubt.

“Because your parents didn’t see your sensitivity as a gift, it got housed in your own mind, and you had to protect yourself and them from its power. You sensed so much of what was happening in your environment but there wasn’t a place to communicate that. It becomes wild in our own minds, but we need relationships — and art — to tame it.”

Kate is in Good Company

Together, we joked about how many artists and innovators shared OCD and this unique sensitivity, if you were lucky, found a place to give it creative form. How Greta Thunberg, herself an OCD sufferer, marshals her profound sensitivity to the neglect of an entire planet into fierce advocacy to save us all from extinction. How young adult author and OCD sufferer John Green chronicles teenagers staring down their own cancer diagnosis in The Fault in Our Stars and writes of Aza Holmes, the greatest young adult character with OCD in American literature, in his novel Turtles All the Way Down.

Like Kate, Aza seeks her own center. Is she just a fictional character without any volition of her own? Is the 50 percent of the bacterial microbiome that makes up the human body in control of her? Aza constantly digs her thumbnail into her middle finger to see if she really exists. But no sooner has she found herself than she is lost again, spiraling about the possible infection she now has unleashed. Compelled to drain the pus and blood, Aza is a hostage of her own self-enclosed system of fear, love, and unboundedness.

The heart figures prominently in Aza’s story too. Her father, also a sensitive soul and unrepentant worrywart, mysteriously drops dead of heart attack while mowing the front yard lawn. Just as Kate is so aware of killing everybody’s dreams and truths in her life, Aza shares a moment of clarity with her boyfriend about the root of her OCD: “When you lose someone, you realize you’ll lose everyone. And once you know, you can never forget it.”

“OCD is a sensibility of sensitivity, one that has an exquisite flame for creative possibility but when traumatically misunderstood and misdirected, it burns the house to the ground. If Gabor Mate specialized in OCD (Kate was a huge fan of this rock-star sage) he’d appreciate it with us too. OCD is more than just a biological glitch; nature and nurture are always in conversation, whether we choose to listen. OCD is trying to tell us more than even therapists are ready to hear. There’s interesting music in all that noise.”

Kate was accustomed to having her true interests and concerns fall on deaf ears. Her relationship with this therapist and with cognitive-behavioral therapy itself echoed her ambivalent relationship to her parents: while she was grateful for having been raised and financially supported by them, they minimized her interests as foolish and viewed her obsessions as just more evidence of her immaturity and self-absorption. Without a clear and secure sense of support from these relationships — her parents or her therapist — Kate relied on her own thoughts and rituals to hold her up.

And yet here was the rub! Untempered by any human relationship, these thoughts quickly became savage and cruel, expecting her to be able to live up to what her perfectionistic imagination could dream up: a world of all-or-nothing purity.

Kate suffered from paralyzing obsessions when out in public places, fearful that the looks of others somehow might cause her to implode. Triggered on subways, Kate left the NY film scene for California where she had more freedom to drive solo. But Kate never quite understood why her obsessions centered around this particular theme and not something else.

“It doesn’t really matter,” her old therapist used to say. That’s the trap of it. It wants you to give it attention and believe it has meaning so you’ll keep on going down the rabbit hole. It’s not to be trusted as your friend.”

But Kate, ever-so-fascinated by the motivations of the characters she tracked in the movies she made, knew there must be more. Obsessions had a funny way of both distracting and focusing us on the things we most feared and desired for a reason. Kafka’s Gregor Samsa didn’t turn into a bug just because he had some tic of the mind, but rather because he felt the alienation, oppression, and depersonalization of his family life and modern society combined.

Successfully Addressing the Heart of Kate’s OCD

We worked on a new kind of exposure response prevention, one that dialed down into all of her feelings and associations with her obsessional fear. As we did, Kate became a more sharply drawn character: she was terrified of being intruded upon, judged, and taken over by the needs of others around her. With her big heart, she was so tuned into the unexpressed fears and desires of everyone that there wasn’t enough room for herself. She sensed the fatigue in her parents, their loneliness for their home country, and their overcompensated worries about surviving. They had no idea that internally she was feeling for them, unconsciously trying to imagine every way she could help them control their fate.

She was compelled to avoid any places which might afford too much scrutiny — subways, planes, trains, long car rides— and wisely found the safest place to exist with complete freedom: behind the camera. There, she no longer was the stage for all the unexpressed feelings of others; she could now orchestrate them for her own artistic purposes.

I knew Kate was making progress in our treatment one day when she started our session rather abruptly, “I know you might want to talk more about what we only half-completed last week, but I don’t want to do that. This is what I need today.”

My heart swelled. I loved the grit, fire, and healthy aggression that I knew she needed to have to own herself, even if she risked temporarily losing me. When I expressed this, she was a bit dumbfounded, “You mean, it’s okay for me to ask this? I’m not screwing up your plan?”

“Kate, it’s always puzzled me why Aza Holmes needed to pick at her finger, but only now do I get it. It wasn’t just any finger; it was Aza’s middle finger. She needed to say a healthy ‘fuck you!’ to the people she loved — her mother, her best friend, even her own OCD — and trust that she was entitled to it. That’s what you’re doing now, and I love it.”

For the first time, Kate began seeing something strong and interesting inside her OCD, like the amethyst crystals spied inside a rock kicked to the side of the trail. She wasn’t broken inside, after all. New facets that other treatments said didn’t exist came into view.

Together, we found the heart of it, the mystery that constantly hovers somewhere between life and death, love and hate, and disaster and possibility. Like Aza Holmes, who had lost her father, her boyfriend, and her beloved Toyota Corolla Harold, Kate recognized the biggest truth of all: “To be alive is to be missing.” And yet, it’s in that unexpected place where Kate was found again.