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But Seriously Folks–

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Humor is an essential element of therapy. I once read that if you don’t have at least one laugh during a therapy session, it wasn’t a good session. A lot of my humor comes from my family. I was raised in a very loud, dramatic, funny Irish American family. My grandparents on my mother’s side were from Ireland. My father was ¾ Irish and one quarter French Canadian. My mother’s family was the dominant family in our lives. Much of the humor was fueled by alcohol, but there were many humorous incidents. Once one of my uncles convinced my father and the other brother-in-laws to help him at his lake cottage. It was a very warm day and the work was hard. At the end of the day he suggested they all go for a swim. . Since they didn’t have bathing suits they all went nude into the water. My uncle snuck out and got a spotlight out of his car. Every time one of the guys would try and get out of the water he would shine the spotlight on them so everyone around the lake could see them. This went on for about half an hour. They finally rushed him and threw him in the water with all his clothes. This was the same uncle who as a child gave all of his friends ExLax as candy.

I remember another family party when I was about 14. The men were in my cousin’s basement and one of my aunts wondered why I didn’t go down and “join the arguing with the rest of them!” I think laughter is one of the most important ways to work thru depression and anxiety. If you can find a way to laugh at yourself and your situation, it can be the start of a healing process. Obviously when there is a loss and grief is foremost that has to be dealt with, but laughter is often the way to begin. Irish wakes are an example. Many of the stories about Irish wakes are indeed true. Bars around funeral homes were often extremely profitable. It’s not so much that you’re celebrating death (although that was the case with some of my relatives), as much as recognizing mortality and celebrating the life of the person who died. James Joyce wrote about this in “Finnegan’s Wake”. This was his retelling of an old Irish story of someone waking up at his own wake because of the noise of the celebration.

I would often try and get my patients to smile and laugh. I would try and do this at my own expense or by gently confronting them about their own behavior. Confrontation is often misunderstood. It doesn’t mean yelling, screaming and insulting someone. It just means presenting their behavior to them and asking them to consider alternatives. Salvador Minuchin had one of the best descriptions of how to confront someone. He said “Before you hit someone over the head, you have to pat them on the back three times”. There has to be a relationship first before any confrontation can occur. It can happen in the first session depending on how it goes. I would often try and “join” an individual, couple, or family by imitating their speech patterns or language. I would try and share an experience they had by telling one of my own just to become part of their experience. I think my own belief in not trying to take myself so seriously helped in this. I always thought that it wasn’t me that was getting someone better—that was up to them. My job was to present an accurate picture of their lives and their problems so they could work on making a decision to change.

The decision to change is often very difficult. Often even the thought of change is overwhelming. There were even some people who came in and saw death, even suicide, as the only solution. I would always take this seriously and try and get them to make some type of agreement with me to not hurt themselves. If they couldn’t do it, I would hospitalize them. Sometimes people would lie and make attempts to kill or injure themselves. Unfortunately some of them were successful. This was always difficult to accept and work thru. I am probably still working thru some of it. I often remember my failures more than my successes. The ability to laugh at myself usually helps. I know that over the last seventy years I have provided myself with enough material. I just have to keep working on the jokes.

Do Good Fences Make Good Neighbors ?

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So how much can you care? Boundaries are a difficult thing to explain. It’s simple to define them as where I end and you begin, or a fence to keep me in and you out. I don’t know if that’s enough. Freudian analysts kept a clear distance and always worried about transference and counter-transference. Some west coast therapists in the 70s thought that there were no boundaries and sex was a great way to help patients. Some psychiatrists now act like family practice MDs with only 15-minute medication visits. They see so many patients that they have trouble remembering their names. Some family practice docs act like psychiatrists and that is both good and bad. They can offer real warmth and interest, but often times they can RX the wrong med or advice.

There have been countless books on boundaries and co-dependence and there will probably be countless more. Therapy presents some unique issues with boundaries. Whenever someone comes for “help”, they are automatically in a vulnerable position- but so is the therapist. I got to the point that I didn’t think I could work with someone if I couldn’t find something to like. Usually I could find something. Virginia Satir was great at this. She once told the wife of an ax murderer that he was only trying to make contact with her when he tried to kill her and this showed how much he really cared. Now I couldn’t do that. I did refer out a particularly nasty man with narcissistic personality disorder. I just got tired of the way he talked about the women he was abusing. He was also trying to build a case against his ex employer and filing for psychiatric disability. I just got to the point that I couldn’t stand to listen to him.

Now I know that this isn’t the way it is supposed to be. It’s hard enough to make a decision to go for help, and now what happens if your therapist doesn’t want to work with you ? Carl Whitaker ,one of the founders of family therapy, once said “I care very easily, but you have to make me care”. It didn’t take much. I think all I asked was for a person to make a reasonable effort to take some responsibility to change . As long as I could see that , or see where someone was trying to even get to that point, I would be fine. This does get back to the question of how much to care. The problem is always if you care more than they do. Sometimes you can care too much. I think that is the danger of being swallowed up in someone else’s life. It is a very fine line to walk. Robert Frost wrote about his neighbor saying “Good Fences Make Good Neighbors”, but he wonders about that. Before he would build a wall he wants to know what he is walling in and what he is walling out. If you build stone walls you have to be careful because they can crack. If you have no walls you are at the mercy of everyone’s emotions and crises. What price do you pay for this?

“Burn Out”, “ “Compassion Fatigue”, “Vicarious Traumatization” or whatever words are now being used for being overwhelmed with work. I have had lots of people ask how I could hear other people’s problems all day long. Did it ever affect me? Of course it did. Most days I would be able to leave ,get in my car, start blasting the Rolling Stones,and let it all go. However some days I wouldn’t be able to. I think as I got older and more experienced those days got fewer, but my family might disagree. I know that by the end of the week I was tired. Usually I would have Friday off. My wife would go to work and I might sit in a chair and read. The windows would be closed with the curtains drawn. It wasn’t that I liked the dark , it was just that I wanted privacy with no other distractions. I would rationalize this as my own recovery time. Exercise helped this too. If I ran or did some other strenuous exercise, I could focus on that and not on work. By the time my wife got home I was usually better. The rest of the weekend would fly by and before I knew it, I was back at work. I think the clinic was a good place where wonderful work was done. I also think that because of the work, I would get so caught up in the process and the very number of patients, that I didn’t  realize what was happening to me. I think the importance of focusing on self care is often neglected. The less I took care of myself, the worse my own boundaries were. I could always tell when I was getting to the edge when I would argue with a patient or get in a “power struggle” because they weren’t listening to me. The reality was I wasn’t listening to them.

Retirement is still strange. It’s like I put my instrument in the closet and haven’t taken it out for two years. I can try it on my wife and family, but I don’t think they want to hear that kind of music from me. One of the changes now is that the curtains are always open in our house. Sometimes I still want the dark, but I am getting used to the light and still working on new music- and new walls. I need to work on gates and maybe learn about picket fences that you can see thru and lean on and sometimes reach across. I think I am at least getting more ready to try.

It Might As Well Be Spring

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It is now in the high 40s outside and we all are beginning to think we live in Florida. The sun is out. The birds are singing. Hell yeah!! I think the winter was really starting to wear me down. Now I have no real excuse for any lack of motivation due to snow and cold. I still have these mood shifts. I still flip from idea to idea. Maybe that is what not working means. I think the external structure that work provided was good for me. I would look forward to my time off and to occasional vacations., but I always would go back to the job. Now I have this big long vacation. Today one of the guys in our breakfast club was late and he told us time just got away from him because he really doesn’t have any time now. We all started to talk about that. The every day is Saturday is OK most of the time, except when it isn’t.

I just finished the David Carr book “The Night of the Gun”. Good book! At times it was like a lot of drunk-a-logs and TIW (There I Was) stories, but it confirmed again the importance of accepting addiction as a disease that you don’t get better from. He was a very passionate guy and I’m glad he got back in recovery before he died.

His website is interesting too. What he did was buy a video camera and an external hard drive and go around and interview people who knew him when he was using, and when he was in recovery. I started to think about the possibility of doing something like that about recovery. We’ll see how that goes.

I still go back to how important it is to find meaning in life. I still don’t think you can tie up all your meaning to a relationship with another person. What happens when that person dies? Or the relationship ends? I have seen what happens in my own family. My mother was lost despite having two young children still at home. My cousins, who have lost their spouses, still have a difficult time. They begin to feel as if they have lost half of themselves. The grieving is important, but you still have to hold on to your own center while you go thru it.

The thing about recovery is that it doesn’t mean just stopping alcohol/drugs/etc. It means that you have to find some meaning apart from the addiction. Sometimes the meaning is there and it is clear as glass, but then it begins to cloud up. Victor Frankl’s opening statement to his patients about what stop you from suicide is still important. Where do you find meaning? ? It’s easy to get lost in materialism. Get more things!! Get new things! No matter how much you have or get, sooner or later, it is just not enough.

The whole concept of accepting a higher power is essential. This doesn’t have as much a religious meaning as a spiritual one. I remember one guy who told us a bus was his higher power. Just before we were going to commit him, he explained it. He couldn’t drive and this bus would pick him up and take him to his meetings and to his treatment. He began to talk to the drivers and they were always supportive. In a way it made sense because he was a very lonely guy. The support groups he was in meant everything to him. They helped in his process of finding himself. I think all good relationships do that.

Maybe what I am trying to clarify for myself is still about growth and self-discovery. I keep thinking that I understand myself and my own process and then it just slips away again. We would always make jokes about people who spent all their time contemplating their own navels. I am not talking about that so much as being comfortable in my own skin. I can’t expect perfection or the constant insight into myself. I just want to understand the process better.

One Christmas Eve many years ago, I was putting together a very complicated toy for our children. My wife was wrapping presents and kept asking me how it was going. I kept telling her how hard it was. She finally asked, “What do the instructions say?” I never looked at them because I thought I could just do it by myself. It was a lot easier with the instructions. I know that there is no real set of instructions for this apart from keeping at it. I just have to keep working on this. Domeena Renshaw, the sex therapist from Loyola, would often tell our patients a story. She said that if all you focused on during sex was the orgasm it was like taking a trip to the Grand Canyon with your eyes closed. If you finally opened them up at the Grand Canyon (orgasm), great! —but you missed all the scenery along the way. I would like to enjoy more of the scenery on this journey.

Dream a Little Dream

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The dream world is so strange. Freud had so much fun trying to explain it. Dreams have had such a mixed set of explanations. It wasn’t only Freud that focused on them. In the Old Testament Joseph and his Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat was just one example. All cultures have stories about dreams and their hidden meanings. In the late 1980s and early 1990s, a new theory trying to disprove this as all just chemical reactions within the brain came out. Supposedly you only dream in black and white. If you begin dreaming in color, your synapses are overly stimulated. If you ate a pepperoni pizza late at night and had a vivid dream, it was because of the chemicals you ingested. Fever, chemical ingestion/withdrawal, extreme stress can all produce intense dreams. Some of our patients in detox had very vivid dreams.

Some people would say they never dream. They do, they just don’t remember. Freud would have his patients keep dream journals by the side of their bed so they could write down the dreams immediately upon waking. Otherwise dreams can be forgotten almost immediately. Repeating dreams or dreams that you cant forget are important. I would be asked, “What does it mean”, and the standard answer was “What do you think it means?” The subjective meaning we place on our dreams can help open up our understanding of ourselves.

So anyhow yesterday I dreamed that I was going back to work on a part time basis in two different agencies. The one agency had mostly teen-agers and God knows I NEVER want to work with teen-agers again. They seemed to like me and a friend of mine ran the agency, but teens change quickly. One of the things about working with them is you have to be ready for their intensity and rapid mood changes. You can be their hero one moment and the worst villain on earth the next. It is always about being an idealized parent or a very evil and misunderstanding one. I always respected people who could make a career of that kind of work. I would work with their parents in family therapy and help them find ways to work thru problems with their kids. This dream agency seemed like I was going to have to work with just the teens.

The other job was just a standard agency that I seemed to be a consultant in. The strange thing was I was bringing my own couch (a small love seat) to each agency. I was really getting ticked off in that I had it in my car and I had to bring it to each place each time I worked. It didn’t have any cushions and that was strange. I don’t remember sitting in it or any one else sitting in it. Now what does this mean? Got me. I am not analytically oriented as much as I am structurally. I don’t ever remember having a patient where we would spend the time analyzing a dream. Usually I would offer support and confirm their own analysis and move on to other issues.

So what do I think? I think a part of me still misses being a therapist, but I need to think about the burden that it was. It wasn’t unbearable (the love seat had no cushions and I was able to carry it), but it was still a burden. The fact that one of the agencies had mostly teen-agers might mean that despite my ambivalence about retiring there are still limits in what I would want to do.

I really did have an interesting job. I met amazing people from all walks of life. I tried to listen to their stories and help them make sense of their past and make plans for their present. I wouldn’t give up a minute of it—–but I am starting to understand how it did affect me. I would get so focused on helping others that I would often forget about myself. I think this time now is still one of discovery. What will I find out ? I remember when Sammy Sosa played for the White Sox ( yes he did Cub fans!). He was a very streaky hitter. When he was on he was a miraculous ball player who could do anything. When he wasn’t he was terrible. One of the announcers was talking about him during one of his terrible times. He didn’t want Sammy to change and wanted him to just keep swinging “because sooner or later he’ll hit something”. I think that is what I am trying to do. If I just keep at it maybe I will come to a deeper level of understanding. We’ll see.

Sometimes a Great Notion

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So today it is still cold and grey and so am I. What keeps us going and alive?

I just read an article about the many faces we have inside us. The author wrote about how many religions have saints or saint like beings who really represent the different aspects we all have. A few years ago I heard a sermon at our church from a visiting archbishop. He spoke about exorcism in the Old and New Testament. In those times demons were ways of explaining problematic changes in behavior. He then began to talk about the modern demons of addictions and mental health issues.   When I thought about it I could see the relationship.

Sometimes our demons seem overwhelming and totally unexplainable. The thought of even trying to change is too difficult to even consider. Other days it’s not that big a deal. When I am busy and active I don’t feel so “stuck”. When I have large chunks of time with no real plan to do anything, my own demons surface. William Buckley’s quote again comes to mind about industry being the enemy of melancholy. However what kind of industry? I have a friend with multiple hobbies. If he gets bored with one activity, he tries another. I don’t think I have the ability to do that. If I start something I need to finish it.

My life was divided into these neat fifty-minute segments. I would see people for 45-50 minutes, do a progress note, and prepare for my next patient. When the kids were young and in school, I could come home and get involved in their activities as much as possible. Now that is gone. I still think about work and wonder if I left too soon. The thing is I left on my own terms. I wasn’t walked out like one of my colleagues was. I think I could still be an effective therapist, I’m just not sure I want to do it again. The first time I had a pager I couldn’t even sleep for fear of missing it going off. Sometimes I still reach for it and feel undressed when it’s not there. I don’t want to have that responsibility right now.

My one brother-in-law has been retired for seven years. He is four years older than I am. When he first retired he was very active. He would play sports, go bike riding and try many activities. He talked about one of his friends who said you could tell a guy had hit the wall of retirement when he was still in his pajamas at three in the afternoon. He said that would never happen to him until one day it did. This became more pronounced as my sister’s illness progressed. His life became very focused around her. She has been gone now for four years. He has children scattered across the country, but still seems lost. One of the things people don’t talk much about in retirement is losing people. Death is a lot more present in my life than it used to be, and you know maybe that is a good thing. Little Feat had a song with the line “And You Know That You’re Over the Hill When Your Mind Makes a Promise That Your Body Can’t Fill”. I can complain about my aches and pains and etc.,but I just have to be grateful that I can still do something and don’t spend all day in my pajamas. If I do maybe I need to think about Hugh Hefner. He is 88 and his wife is 28. I bet he doesn’t have many boring days.

Hey, I think I’ve found a magic cure. I just have to start chasing my wife. It still seems to work!!!