Jung At Heart

Shrinks in Flix

For a long time I have thought about doing a class on the portrayal of therapy in movies. Our local library has a film series and it occurred to me that I could propose a series  and have discussion after each film. So I started to gather titles. I thought about calling it Psyche goes to the Movies, but my husband tells me people might not get the point from that title. A friend suggested Shrinks in Flix. What do you think?

I am reading Celluloid Couches, Cinematic Clients: Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy in the Movies edited by Jerrold Brandell and Psychiatry and the Cinema by Gabbard and Gabbard just to see what is out there. 

Some films I am considering:

1. What About Bob?

2. Analyze This

3. Ordinary People

4. Mumford

5.  Prince of Tides  

6. Don Juan De Marco

7. When a Man Loves a Woman

8. The Caveman's Valentine

9.  Girl Interrupted

10. Behind the Lines

11. What Dreams May Come

12. The Three Faces of Eve

13. Agnes of God

14. The Sopranos: selected episodes

15. Prime

16. The Treatment

17. Selected episodes of In Treatment


Now some of these films offer interesting looks at mental illness more than at therapy, but I like them so I have them on the list. My very favorite, "Lady in the Dark", is, alas, not available on DVD. 

Got any suggestions for other titles? I think I have more than one series here, if a series runs for 6 weeks or so.

Where to go?

I read an interesting piece in the NY Times last week -- Where Can the Doctor Who’s Guided All the Others Go for Help?. Interesting because of the conclusions about where psychiatrists can go for help themselves. 

I often encounter the assumption among people I know that all therapists have been in therapy. Very few of them know that it is not a requirement in most training programs -- analytic training being the exception -- and in some, it is actually discreetly frowned upon. So for starters it is not reasonable to assume that a given therapist has ever been in therapy himself. And of course there is the question of what constitutes therapy anyway? Is what Paul did with Gina in Season 1 of In Treatment therapy? Is his short time with her in season 2? Is a brief course of solution focused therapy enough for someone who will be dealing day in and day out with the issues and lives of others? All good questions.

One psychiatrist quoted in the column --

“In my situation, it would be difficult to find someone,” Dr. Dan Buie, a beloved senior analyst in Boston, told me. It is not that psychiatrists aren’t waiting in wing chairs all over the city. It is that so many of them are former students and former patients. One generation of psychiatrists grows the next through teaching and treatment.

Surrendering that professional identity to become a patient reverses a kind of natural order. “You can’t be a simple patient,” Dr. Buie said. “Anyone I’d go to, I’ve known.” To avoid it, some travel to other cities for therapy (probably passing colleagues in trains heading in the other direction).

There is also the factor of experience. It is one thing if my internist is younger than I; she is closer to the bones of medicine, and with any luck we can get to know each other for years before serious illness requires more intimate contact. It is another thing if my therapist is younger than I.

“It would be a big mistake not to turn to someone,” Dr. Buie went on, “but I might have some trouble going to younger colleagues. It’s hard to understand the issues that come up in the course of a life cycle unless you’ve lived it yourself.”

Interesting to see the assumption that a psychiatrist could only see another psychiatrist. Not someone who is known as an excellent therapist, but a psychiatrist. Though it seems to me an obvious choice to look to someone outside of one's own professional circle in order to bypass this particular obstacle. Yet it is not mentioned in the article as a possibility.

Or an analyst trained in psychoanalysis might choose to see a Jungian. Or a Jungian to see a Freudian or even an Adlerian. Why must the therapist chosen be of the same theoretical persuasion?

Excellence as a therapist is not a function of the degree the therapist practices under. It is a function of talent, devotion, ongoing study and supervision, personal work, personality and a host of other qualities. There is nothing in the training of a psychologist or psychiatrist or any other variety of therapist which leads to one being better than another. That training is the ticket to entry into the field and it is only after entering that the real work of becoming a therapist, in the best and deepest sense of the word, begins. 


Therapy and Baking Bread

The woman we get bread from is taking the week off so I have been considering baking some bread today. When I first started making bread, I had to follow the recipe very carefully. Each time I made it, I learned something about the qualities of bread and what was essential to making good bread because each time, no matter how hard I tried, some error would creep in -- a mis-measurement, the wrong temperature, too much humidity, something. From the errors I learned what was essential and what was not and how to work with less than perfect conditions. And by repeating the process many times, I learned what makes the difference between  a leaden mass of hard dough and a beautifully browned and fragrant loaf of bread. Now that I have made bread many many times, I can be less rigorous about following the recipe. I can add ingredient, change them, make substitutions so long as I stay with the essential elements and requirements of turning flour and liquid and yeast into bread. 

Doing therapy is not unlike baking bread. The therapist first needs to learn the recipe and follow it carefully -- that is what new therapists do. And they must do this until they have a solid understanding of what the essential ingredients and conditions are. Therapists need to learn about the frame and why it is essential to the process. And learn what kinds of deviations, alterations to the recipe, work and which will likely lead to something less than desirable.

Thoughts on a rainy summer day.

Feeling Function

Google News Alerts tossed up a link to an interesting book review this morning -- interesting enough that I pre-ordered it from Amazon. The book, Doctoring the Mind by Richard Bentall tackles some of the same issues I ruminate about here. 

Bentall's thesis is that, for all the apparent advances in understanding psychiatric disorders, psychiatric treatment has done little to improve human welfare, because the scientific research which has led to the favouring of mind-altering drugs is, as he puts it, "fatally flawed". He cites some startling evidence from the World Health Organisation that suggests patients suffering psychotic episodes in developing countries recover "better" than those from the industrialised world and the aim of the book is broadly to suggest why this might be so.

The reviewer tells us:

The first answer, he suggests, is a greater regard for the role of adverse circumstances in provoking mental illness. If bad things happen to people, this is registered in their bodies' chemistry ("a troubled brain cannot be considered in isolation from the social universe"). The second answer is a concomitant respect for the power of interpersonal relationships to ameliorate these effects. One of the concluding chapters, entitled "The Virtue of Kindness" (the subject of the psychoanalyst Adam Phillips' latest book), asks if psychotherapy can help. The short answer is yes, because a person, unlike a drug, can learn to listen to another's story.

 I have struggled with what it means that we are so willing to accept as gospel theories about mental illness that keep coming up as unsupported by research. The latest example:

New research dismisses the widely held notion that a "depression gene" makes a person facing stressful life events more likely to develop depression.  

In 2003, mental health researchers announced that a genetic variation that affected the body's serotonin levels increased a person's risk for major depression if they endured several emotional events. Yet efforts to repeat and confirm that study's findings have been inconsistent, according to the National Institute of Mental Health.  

Now, scientists reporting in The Journal of the American Medical Association say that genetic variation of the serotonin transporter gene, or 5-HTTLPR, may have no effect on depression risk.  

How is it that we, especially here in the US, are so willing to accept anything that sounds scientific even when it is not supported? Why is it that sounding technical and scientific is enough to override any and all other possibilities? 

Also this morning, following a comment on the IAJS* email group, I read a piece by Marie Louise von Franz -- "C. G. Jung's Rehabilitation of the Feeling Function in Our Civilization".** Those of you who are familiar with the MBTI know that "feeling" in the typological sense does not equate to emotional but is instead about values and is, along with "thinking" a rational function. In her lecture, she said,

"The contemporary Zeitgeist belittles feeling...

I don’t think that we can achieve much if we remain on the level of “reasonable” materialistic thinking—it it not altogether wrong; it is wrong only if we infer “that is it...

Jung says in a letter that we have become too lopsidedly intellectual and rational and have forgotten that there are factors that cannot be influenced by a one-track intellect. We then see emotionality flaring up as a compensation (letter to Albert Oppenheimer, 10 October 1933. 1973a, 128–129). We need to be more than just reasonable and level-headed, an attitude which only infuriates the young people. We must offer them a creative spiritual, non-materialistic view of reality as a whole—namely a real connection with the unconscious as a supramaterial, extrasensory reality to which we must relate, not only with our minds but also with feeling and emotion." 

I want to reflect on this further, but my intuition tells me this is part of what is at the root of the current sorry state of affairs in mental health. Technical thinking, the dominant thinking mode of modernity, devalues thinking through the feeling function, the kind of thinking that values, for example, what Bentall refers to when he points to the currently undervalued place of listening, via depth psychotherapy, in treating the problems now considered to be "mental illnesses".


* IAJS -- International Association for Jungian Studies

** Jung Journal: Culture and Psyche, Spring 2008, Vol. 2, No. 2, Pages 9–20 , DOI 10.1525/jung.2008.2.2.9


Mental Illness

A week or so ago my son and I had a vigorous debate about the DSM. And as I listened to him, I realized he believed that those categories carried meaning in a very different way from the way I see them. I remember when I was in graduate school and learning the rudiments of being a therapist how eager I was to find recipes and prescriptions of treatments, because somewhere inside I knew I didn't really know anything. Structure, in the form of techniques, diagnostic frameworks, anything that brought order for me I grabbed onto for dear life so that I could figure out how to actually *be* a therapist. And I'm pretty sure, even if he might not admit it, that's where he is too. For him, determining a diagnosis is critical. So to him, that new diagnoses will be added in the DSM V is a good thing.

Now that I have been doing this work for a long time, the diagnosis, a la the DSM, doesn't seem very important to me. My task is to respond to the person sitting opposite me and as I listen to him or her, try to hear what is being said, where the sore places are, what this person's story is. I am listening to stories of lives. 

Is the person who comes to see me after having had several relationship failures mentally ill? Really? Because in the mainstream mental health system, if insurance is to pay, he or she must be diagnosed with a mental illness to warrant treatment. But is that kind of unhappiness in life indicative of illness? Or the man who has lost his job and feel useless and afraid? That doesn't seem like mental illness to me. Or the woman wanting to make sense of her fears and to understand her dreams? Or the couple who seem to have forgotten how and why they fell love with each other? Or the woman who is lonely and isn't sure how to make friends? I have seen people like this again and again over the last 35 years. None of them were mentally ill. All of them were experiencing problems in finding the life they wanted.

When I was in college, I took a couple of courses from a brilliant and somewhat eccentric psychologist, Irwin Kremen, I remember his saying that from the moment of conception we are subject to a wide variety of noxious influences. Some of them leave long lasting effects, some do not. But no one is without blemish. 

Someone is likely to come along and comment that I don't understand how terrible schizophrenia or major depression is. But I do. And it seems to me there is something different about what we call major mental illness from what I see day to day in my practice. As much as anything, this may be because I am a psychologist and not a psychiatrist. But the people who come to see me, with but a few exceptions over these many years, have been people who are able to work and have functioning lives. They suffer, often terribly from unhappiness and problems in their lives, but they are not incapacitated. 

Maybe one of the reasons for depressed morale among psychiatrists, as noted in Ars Psychiatrica, is the whole muddle of what is mental illness. As therapists also struggle with changes in the climate for mental health treatment and the strictures of third party payments, maybe we all need to be willing to step back and see what we are about really. Maybe only some of what we do belongs under the umbrella of the medical model while much of what we see and do in psychotherapy, regardless of the training of the therapist, belongs someplace else. Consider that the word psychotherapy is from the  Greek words psychē, meaning breath, spirit, or soul and therapeia or therapeuein, to nurse or cure. Does the care of the soul really belong in the medical model?


Is bitterness a mental illness?

There have been stories here and there about the upcoming DSM V for several months now. The most recent, in the LA Times, takes a somewhat optimistic view --

"Over the next 18 months, psychiatrists will hammer out a draft of the fifth edition of the American Psychiatric Assn.'s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, more commonly called DSM-V. Nowhere have the discussions been more heated, the ramifications most vividly foretold, than here at the organization's annual meeting. 

Some psychiatrists warn that the tome runs the risk of medicalizing the normal range of human behaviors; others vehemently argue that it must be broad enough to guide treatment of those who need it. 

But all agree that the so-called bible of psychiatry is expected to be considerably more nuanced and science-based than the last edition, DSM-IV, published in 1994. 

Brain imaging and other technologies, plus new knowledge on biological and genetic causes of many disorders, have almost guaranteed significant alterations in how many mental afflictions are described."

But this feels exceedingly rosy to me. Especially when there is consideration of adding bitterness, sub-clinical bipolar disorder and other variations of what many, including me, consider to be within the range of normal experience and behavior. And I cannot believe that there is real research evidence to establish these or many of the existing diagnostic categories as anything other than descriptions of clusters of behavior. Because all of the diagnostic categories rely on observer report, not tests or other diagnostic tools, because they simply do not exist. What we have now are lists of symptoms or behaviors -- display 6 out of 10, for example, and you fit the category; 5 and you don't. But that makes no sense. What is the difference between the two such that having slightly more symptoms means you are mentally ill -- and that term is an argument for another day -- and thus appropriate for treatment? Are habits -- like gambling or excessive time online -- really indicative of pathology? And why is making them mental illnesses in the best interests of patients, especially when there is no evidence of etiology for either one?

Steve Diamond and Christopher Lane have been writing on either side of the issue of whether or not bitterness is appropriate for inclusion in the DSM V. Diamond argues

"Bitterness, which I define as a chronic and pervasive state of smoldering resentment, is one of the most destructive and toxic of human emotions. Bitterness is a kind of morbid characterological hostility toward someone, something or toward life itself, resulting from the consistent repression of anger, rage or resentment regarding how one really has or perceives to have been treated. Bitterness is a prolonged, resentful feeling of disempowered and devalued victimization. Embitterment, like resentment and hostility, results from the long-term mismanagement of annoyance, irritation, frustration, anger or rage. Philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche noted that "nothing consumes a man more quickly than the emotion of resentment."

Most mental disorders stem either directly from--or secondarily generate--anger, rage, resentment, hostility or bitterness. This is why I personally applaud the American Psychiatric Association's long overdue recognition of the debilitating and deleterious aspects of Post-Traumatic Embitterment Disorder (see my previous post on "The Trauma of Evil"). There is no question that, if left to fester unconsciously, anger, rage and resentment about having been traumatized become bitterness and hostility, which in turn give rise to self-defeating, sometimes passive-aggressive, destructive, vengeful or even violent behavior. Pathological embitterment is a dangerous state of mind that can and does motivate evil deeds. This attempt to include what I would categorize as another "anger disorder".

 He has written several times now about his view of rage and anger and where they become pathological. And in some ways I see his point, especially vis a vis violent behavior, which he has  discussed earlier. One example can be found here. But the tool of the DSM diagnosis is a very crude one and one which really does not discriminate by degree. And we have seen more disorders become spectrum disorders so that where normal behavior ends and pathological begins becomes more and more difficult to discern. Thus the concerns raised by Lane and others, including me.

Lane asks:

In its discussion of post-traumatic embitterment disorder, the APA may have correctly gauged the mood of the country, but as usual it has ignored or shunted aside most of the explanatory context, to pathologize the individual in all of her or his frustrated grievance.

"They feel the world has treated them unfairly," says Dr. Michael Linden, a German psychiatrist who labeled the behavior. "It's one step more complex than anger. They're angry plus helpless."

Linden estimates that between 1% and 2% of the population is embittered, though he didn't specify whether that percentage increased during or immediately after the Bush years. Perhaps he should. Others reviewing his work note that PTED includes "a high degree of comorbidity [and] diagnostic uncertainty . . . : 66% adjustment disorder, 40% dysthymia, 34% generalized anxiety disorder, 18% social phobia, 18% agoraphobia, and 16% personality disorder."

But adjustment disorder, a highly elastic concept, is itself a capacious term to describe predictable, largely routine responses to stress. Why, then, is the APA discussing the inclusion of a new term that not only overlaps so strongly with existing "disorders," but also has so many obvious, identifiable causes in the world?

My alarm bells go off when understandable behavior -- like bitterness about things like the reversals of fortune many have suffered in the current economic downturn or political bitterness so common in the Bush years -- is made pathological. Because once something can be tagged as mental illness, it no longer has to be taken seriously. Questions like what does it mean that a significant segment of the population feels embittered about the future, already too seldom asked, become even less likely to occur, because it's about an illness, a disease. Whose interests are served by this?

And, as is mentioned in the LA Times piece, we also have the additional problem of conflicts of interest among those serving on the panel writing the DSM.



Fat Betty

A few days ago a friend reminded me of  an essay written by Irving Yalom, "Fat Lady". I read it when the book, Love's Executioner back in 1989. The essay bothered me then and now it has surfaced in my consciousness again, still bothering me. A Google search tells me that this piece is used in a variety of training programs and it seems usually there is praise that Yalom admitted his bias. But I have a different thought.  

The following passage opens Yalom's story, ‚"Fat Lady". In this story, Yalom, a psychiatrist, tells how he treated his obese patient, Betty, and how this process helped her lose nearly 100 pounds.  

“The day Betty entered my office, the instant I saw her steering her ponderous two-hundred-fifty-pound, five-foot-two-inch frame toward my trim, high-tech office chair, I knew that a great trial of countertransference was in store for me.  

I have always been repelled by fat women. I find them disgusting: their absurd sidewise waddle, their absence of body contour ‚ breasts, laps, buttocks, shoulders, jawlines, cheekbones, everything, everything I like to see in a woman, obscured in an avalanche of flesh. And I hate their clothes ‚ the shapeless, baggy dresses or, worse, the stiff elephantine blue jeans with the barrel thighs. How dare they impose that body on the rest of us?  

The origins of these sorry feelings? I have never thought to inquire. So deep do they run that I never considered them prejudice. But were an explanation demanded of me, I suppose I could point to the family of fat, controlling women, including ‚ featuring  my mother, who peopled my early life. Obesity, endemic in my family, was a part of what I had to leave behind when I, a driven, ambitious, first-generation American-born, decided to shake forever from my feet the dust of the Russian shtetl.  

I can take other guesses. I have always admired, perhaps more than many men, the woman’s body. No, not just admired: I have elevated, idealized, ecstacized it to a level and a goal that exceeds all reason. Do I resent the fat woman for her desecration of my desire, for bloating and profaning each lovely feature that I cherish? For stripping away my sweet illusion and revealing its base of flesh, flesh on the rampage?  

I grew up in racially segregated Washington, D.C., the only son of the only white family in the midst of a black neighborhood. In the streets, the black attacked me for my whiteness, and in school, the white attacked me for my Jewishness. But there was always fatness, the fat kids, the big asses, the butts of jokes, those last chosen for athletic teams, those unable to run the circle of the athletic track. I needed someone to hate, too. Maybe that was where I learned it.  

Of course, I am not alone in my bias. Cultural reinforcement is everywhere. Who ever has a kind word for the fat lady? But my contempt surpasses all cultural norms. Early in my career, I worked in a maximum security prison where the least heinous offense committed by any of my patients was a simple, single murder. Yet I had little difficulty accepting those patients, attempting to understand them, and finding ways to be supportive.  

But when I see a fat lady eat, I move down a couple of rungs on the ladder of human understanding. I want to tear the food away. To push her face into the ice cream. “Stop stuffing yourself! Haven’t you had enough, for Chrissakes?‚” I’d like to wire her jaws shut!  

Poor Betty, thank God, thank God, knew none of this as she innocently continued her course toward my chair, slowly lowered her body, arranged her folds and, with her feet not quite reaching the floor, looked up at me expectantly.”  

From Ivin Yalom, Love's Executioner Basic Books, 1989 pp.94-95  

There is no question that openly admitting such strong prejudice, such clear countertransference, takes some courage. But then again, it is acceptable to hate fat and to think ill of fat people so there was little chance of serious criticism except from the fat acceptance folks who could be dismissed as defensive. Nevertheless, I do hand it to Yalom for saying out loud what I am quite certain that many therapists feel and never speak.  

The essay goes on to talk about the process of therapy, of Betty's depression, and her weight loss, which by the time treatment ends amounts to 100 pounds. And of course the consensus is that because she lost so much weight, this therapy was spectacularly successful.  

At the end of the essay, Yalom writes:  

“It’s the same with me, Betty. I’ll miss our meetings. But I’m changed as a result of knowing you .”  

She had been crying, her eyes downcast, but at my words she stopped sobbing and looked toward me, expectantly.  

"And, even though we won’t meet again, I’ll still retain that change.”  

“What change?”  

“Well, as I mentioned to you, I hadn’t had much professional experience with the problem of obesity.” I noted Betty’s eyes drop with disappointment and silently berated myself for being so impersonal.  

“Well, what I mean is that I hadn’t worked before with heavy patients, and I’ve gotten a new appreciation for the problems of.. “ I could see from her expression that she was sinking even deeper into disappointment. “What I mean is that my attitude about obesity has changed a lot. When we started I personally didn’t feel comfortable with obese people.” In unusually feisty terms, Betty interrupted me. “Ho! ho! ho! Didn’t feel comfortable. that’s putting it mildly. Do you know that for the first six months you hardly ever looked at me? And in a whole year and a half you’ve never, not once, touched me? Not even for a handshake!”  

My heart sank. My God, she’s right! I have never touched her. I simply hadn’t realized it. And I guess I didn’t look at her very often either. I hadn’t expected her to notice!”  

From Love's Executioner, p. 123.  

How naive for Yalom to think that Betty hadn't known all along of his distaste, for having lived in world of people who shared his feelings of disgust, she was an expert at detecting it and doing what she could to minimize herself as a target for their scorn. And in her rebuke, she points out that in fact he has changed far less than he imagines.  

I wonder what Betty is like now, 20 years later. The chances are very good that she has gained back all 100 pounds and maybe added more, because that's what happens with repeated dieting as each diet  leads to gaining more than was lost in a cruel slap at the efforts to tame the flesh. Or maybe she has now had bariatric surgery. Or maybe she is in that tiny minority who succeeded in maintaining that weight loss. But no one ever questioned why she would lose weight and what the effect of a therapist filled with contempt and disgust for her body would have on her feelings about herself. If even one's therapist finds one repulsive, what hope is there after all?  

Honesty compels me to acknowledge that I am a fat woman. So I know what it is like to sit in Betty's place and I also know, as a therapist, what it is like to be confronted by one's shadow in the person of the patient who has come to see me.  

How is a fat person, who, no matter the reasons for being fat, certainly has a whole host of emotional issues about her size and her body -- how is such a person to find the courage to talk about those feelings in the presence of someone who finds her as disgusting as she herself often does? How can she roar her anger at the prejudice she encounters? How is she to arrive at being able to care about her body and for herself lovingly rather than with contempt and hatred? And supposing she doesn't want to devote herself to losing all that weight? Supposing she wants to get off the diet merry-go-round and concentrate on being healthy and fat (and yes, that is possible)?  

The operative assumption is that in a room with a normal weight therapist and a fat patient, that only the patient has a problem is, it seems to me, a very weak one. And I wonder what other unchecked assumptions that we therapists have need to be taken out into the open and wrestled with? 


In TreatMent 2 --  Week 7

  • In Treatment 2 -- Reflections on the Season
  • In Treatment 2 -- Gina, Week 7
  • In Treatment 2 -- Walter, Week 7
  • In Treatment 2 -- Oliver, Week 7
  • In Treatment 2 -- April, week 7

In Treatment 2 -- Week 6

  • In Treatment 2 -- Reflections
  • In Treatment 2 -- Gina, week 6
  • In Treatment 2-- Walter, Week 6
  • In Treatment 2 -- Oliver, week 6
  • In Treatment 2 -- April, Week 6

A Medea or A Saint?

Let me start this post by saying that I am and have been a great admirer of Elizabeth Edwards since the 2004 campaign. And, while he was in the race, I was a supporter of John Edwards also, because of his willingness to speak for the poor. But something has been nagging at me since the flurry of interviews with Elizabeth has been appearing. And that something crystallized for me when I watched the first part of Charlie Rose's interview with her Thursday night. I did my dissertation on Medea and the Medea complex, which I believe is often in play when a woman feels betrayed. And I believe that there is an element of it in play now with John and Elizabeth Edwards.

What brought this into focus for me was the following:

"I believed we had a marriage in which this could not happen" -- Elizabeth Edwards on Charlie Rose, May 14

So let's look at Elizabeth Edwards' book in light of Medea.

The pattern Medea follows to get her man—the woman who falls in love with the heroic man and gives up her independent life to serve her lover’s life—is a familiar theme among women, To Medea, the promise Jason makes to her in return for her assistance in gaining the Golden Fleece is binding. Medea is a foreigner, from Colchis. In her culture, oaths have the strength of law whereas Jason, the Greek, is from a culture of law. In essence they speak the same words with different meanings. “Medea and Jason are not members of the same speech community; coming from different communities and even different strata of history, it seems likely that they never shared the same assumptions about oaths—hence the impossibility of their successfully swearing an oath together”(Rabinowitz, p. 138).  For her, the sacrifice of her home and family  in exchange for marriage to Jason is binding and permanent and any deviance from it is betrayal of an immeasurable kind. “The oldest doctrine was that oath-breaking was twin to kin murder, these two being initially the only crimes of interest to the pre-Olympian divinities”(Burnett,  p. 13).

"We can be truly betrayed only where we truly trust – by brothers, lovers, wives, husbands, not by enemies, not by strangers. The greater the love and loyalty, the involvement and commitment, the greater the betrayal. Trust has in it the seed of betrayal; the serpent was in the garden from the beginning…Trust and the possibility of betrayal come into the world at the same moment" (Hillman,  p. 66).

The depth of the betrayal is directly related to the importance of the relationship and the degree to which one trusts the other. Medea has told us she believed in, trusted in the integrity and strength of the oaths that she and Jason swore to each other, and having fulfilled her part of the bargain, assumed and expected that Jason would also, not only while it was convenient but for the rest of their lives.

To believe that one can count on another to never hurt or betray or violate trust in any way is naïve and is to live in a bubble of unreality. Primal trust, arising from the relationship between infant and mother, even that trust, gets broken as the mother does not come immediately to soothe the infant or fails to correctly identify the source of difficulty. Development requires betrayal in order to develop tolerance for the frustration of ordinary failures in relationship and the resilience to not only survive but learn from them. “The broken promise is a breakthrough of life in the world of Logos security, where the order of everything can be depended upon and the past guarantees the future.” (Hillman, p. 71) Medea’s belief in the inviolability of the oath sworn by Jason is her own Apollonian aspect come into play, a vesting of power in word. It calls forth the chaos of Dionysus in Jason with his betrayal, which smashes open the fragile vessel of their marriage.

Edwards, in her conversation with Rose, talks about the reality that some 70% of marriages do not survive the death of a child and that she thought because they had, they did not have to worry, that they were over the worst thing that could happen.

Betrayal, in breaking trust and breaking open the vessel, affords an opportunity for increased consciousness and understanding. However, we cannot assume that betrayal alone brings increased awareness as “marriages are full of betrayals committed but not comprehended—in which case, there can be no transformation.” (Carotenuto, 1996, p. 76). Marriage offers the opportunity, through the process of engaging with another and dealing with the negotiation of differences, to retrieve and make conscious that which has been projected out onto the partner. This is a painful and deflating process, as it requires the increasing awareness of one’s own dark side or shadow. 

Neither Medea nor Jason changes much in their marriage, except that they become more of what they were to begin with. Rather than becoming deeper and fuller through the process of being married, they each become more one-sided. Jason becomes even more ambitious, more out of touch with his feelings and the feelings of others, as we see in his response to Medea. While the deeds committed by Medea for him were hers, she did them explicitly for Jason and thus, they belong to him as well as to her, though he claims no responsibility for them. Jason, through his willful blindness, remains unaware of his own shadow and believes himself unsullied by his wife’s actions. Medea, though more aware of herself than Jason, changes only in that the enchantment with her hero is broken and her trust in their oaths shattered. There is no indication that she learns from this experience that at the point of choosing Jason, the wanting to be wanted by him, is the beginning of her responsibility for what has happened. Blinded by her rage at having been betrayed, she sees only Jason’s guilt and none of her own.

In his play, Medea, Brendan Kennelly has her say:

Do you believe that men and women

are now living under a new heartless, mindless morality?

Unhappiness is the willful forsaking of the proven ways.

An oath is an oath.

Break an oath and the agile demons

of unhappiness leap through your

eyes and mind

and consume your soul.


As Carotenuto (1996) points out, a near-inevitable point in the process of dealing with betrayal is “Why did he do it?” or “What did I do wrong?” The betrayed feels that the act was personal, aimed directly at the one betrayed, a deliberate attempt to wound in a most vulnerable place. Medea is no different. In her mind, Jason’s betrayal is personal because she does not want to see that foremost for him all along has been his ambition, his quest, that the oath was sworn to achieve his goals, the marriage made because of business more than desire. The impact of betrayal is devastating, shattering the foundation of the relationship. The betrayer and the betrayed have been locked into an impossible relationship, a state of fusion in which each is expected to remain perfectly true. The one betrayed is as one abandoned. The pain is visceral – Medea laments, “A lost woman is a problem. Jason, answer me this. Where am I to turn?”(Kennelly, 1991, p. 37). For Jason, that Medea would experience his choice to marry Glauke as a betrayal, as pain never entered the equation. In this, as in all of his choices, benefit to Jason has been the determining factor, not love. “All things considered, having asked everything of our partner, we are also convinced we have given everything. We do not realize that it is precisely in that request and the absolute surrender of ourselves that the seed of imminent abandonment lies, one of the possible forms of which is betrayal.” (Carotenuto, p. 88)   

"Every psychological extreme secretly contains its own opposite or stands in some sort of intimate and essential relation to it. Indeed it is from this tension that it derives its peculiar dynamism. There is no hallowed custom that cannot on occasion turn into its opposite, and the more extreme a position is, the more easily may we expect an enantiodromia, a conversion of something into its opposite" (Jung, para. 581).

Certainly, we can see this in Medea, as her love for Jason turns to hatred and rage. Even in this, the potential for forgiveness is not lost, if the partners, in confronting their own previously hidden dark and negative feelings, can own them and integrate them into the relationship. However, to do so is to forever forego the paradise of the idealized relationship, where love and harmony are valued above all else and where hatred and rage are experienced as alien and demonic. The confrontation with what has previously been projected outward – which means becoming aware of and owning shadow aspects that have been projected onto the partner – expands consciousness and offers the potential for the kind of marriage that Jung envisioned as the coniunctio. Neither Medea nor Jason succeeds in this.

There can be no doubt that revenge is the path that Medea’s response to betrayal takes.  In her final encounter with Jason, after the deaths of the children, Medea shoots her last arrows at him.

                                                I have done it: because I loathed you more

        Than I loved them. Mine is the triumph. 


     I would still laugh…I’d still be joyful

     To know that every bone of your life is broken; you are left

hopeless, friendless, mateless, childless.


        Go down to your ship Argo and weep

beside it, that rotting hulk on the harbor –beach

Drawn dry astrand, never to be launched again – even the weeds

and barnacles on the warped keel

Are dead and stink: --that’s your last companion—

    And only hope: for some time one of the rotting timbers

Will fall on your head and kill you—meanwhile sit there

and mourn, remembering the infinite evil, and the good

That has turned evil... 


You had love

and betrayed it; now of all men

You are utterly the most miserable. As I of women.

     But I, a woman, a foreigner, alone

Against you and the might of Corinth—have met you throat

      for throat, evil for evil. Now I go forth

Under the cold eyes of the weakness-despising stars: --not me   

  they scorn. (Jeffers, p. 189- 191)



Revenge can be quite satisfying because it allows one to feel that a score has been settled. However, revenge does not lead to anything new or to expanded consciousness or relationship. Medea wants to even the score with Jason, to strike him where he will hurt, as she has been hurt.  Kennelly tells us, “Medea, as I imagined her, plans to educate Jason in the consciousness of horror; she destroys his world but leaves him intact; and she instructs him very calmly and lucidly in the appalling consequences of this intactness…Medea, as I see her, inflicts on Jason the ultimate cruelty: she sentences him to life.”(Kennelly, p.8) In not leaving John but choosing to remain married to him and in talking about what a good man he is at the same time that she reveals with a surgical precision the details of what happened in their marriage, Elizabeth, like Medea, destroys his world while leaving him intact. 

Jason’s part of Medea’s story ends with him sitting on the beach under the hulk of the Argo, now wrecked and decaying. Unlike other Greek heroes – Herakles for example—Jason does not become an immortal but instead dies when the oak timber which was carved into a figurehead from his ship falls upon his head (Graves, 1944, p. 370). Jason’s failure to move out of his one-sidedness and commitment to his ambitions leads finally to his death.

There is no question that Elizabeth Edwards' anger is justified. But in making this sad chapter in their marriage a focal point in her book, she manages to step into the web of the Medea complex. Though she told Charlie Rose she wrote the book because she wants her children to know about her marriage and her husband from her, that really doesn't work as a reason given that she could have written about it all just for them. But in publishing it, she opens them to having to deal with gossip and innuendo in addition to the death of their mother, which may well occur before the children are old enough to apprehend any of this. And the book conclusively eliminates all but the remotest possibility of a political future for John, no matter how far in the future he might try. So in her way she leaves John sitting on the beach next to the wreckage of his career much as Medea left Jason. And much of the public will see his fate as deserved and her as the innocent. But is it ever that simple?




Burnett, A. (1973). Medea and the Tragedy of Revenge. Classical Philology, 68, 1-24.

Carotenuto, A. (1996). To Love, To Betray. Evanston, IL: Chiron Books.

Hillman, J. (1976). Loose Ends. Dallas Spring Publications.

Jeffers, R. (1970). Medea. NY: New Directions Books.

Jung, C. G. (1967). Collected Works of C.G. Jung, Vol. 5 2nd ed. Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press.

Kennelly, B. (1991). Euripides' Medea, a New Version. Newcastle upon Tyne, UK: Bloodaxe Books.

Rabinowitz, N. S. (1993). Anxiety Veiled. Ithaca, NY Cornell University Press.

Vaughan, D. (1986). Uncoupling. Oxford, UK: Oxford University Press.



Rules

I have received a number of comments and emails about Paul, of In Treatment, accompanying April to her first chemotherapy session. Most of the questions and comments seemed concerned with whether or not this constituted a breaking of the rules of therapy.

Many years ago when I first started in analysis, my analyst used to tell me that there were no rules. Now I was absolutely certain there were rules and further I wanted to know them so that I could follow them or at least know when I was breaking them. We went round and round on this because I could not then wrap my mind around what he meant.

Jung, in a letter to J.H. van der Hoop, wrote:

I can only hope and wish that no one becomes "Jungian." I stand for no doctrine, bt describe facts and put forth certain views which I hold worthy of discussion. I criticize Freudian psychology for a certain rigid, sectarian spirit of intolerance and fanaticism. I proclaim a cut-and-dried doctrine and I abhor "blind adherents." I leave everyone free to deal with the fact in his own way, since I also claim this freedom for myself. (Jung, CW, Vol. 1, p. 405)

This does not mean that rules should be abandoned or that they have no value, only that they must not become what analysis is all about. In the Freudian world over the years there has been concern about "wild analysis", that is analysis which deviates from Freud's methods and theory and done by those who were not trained as analysts. But Freud himself did not always adhere to the technique we regard as Freudian -- i.e. on the couch with analyst behind the patient. Indeed with one of his first patients, Freud conducted the analysis while he and his patient were on long walks through the city of Vienna!

Carotenuto says,

On occasion, when reading clinical reports, I have the distinct impression that I am reading lies, because expounding rather than describing what has actually been done is in fact stating what should have been done. (Carotenuto, The Difficult Art,p. 25)

Earlier in the discussion about note taking, I noted how risk management evolves to become the standard of care. Here again we have an example of a rule becoming not a guideline or point of measurement but a rigid structure. Having a fixed frame, meaning that the setting, fee and time remain constant, means having that structure available in order to have something to measure deviations against. And any such deviations need to be considered in light of what is best for the patient, though of course, that too can be a tricky area. However, if we accept that Paul has the April's best interests in mind, both generally and in terms of the therapy, then it begins to make sense that he chooses to take her to that first treatment.

In the very strictest sense of the frame, in the world of rigid rules, then what he did was a violation. But in the world he is operating in, with a patient with a life-threatening illness, then taking her becomes a reasonable action. It does open the risk of a complaint against him for acting outside the realm of the usual -- if April becomes unhappy with him and the therapy for some reason, for example -- but sometimes that is a risk worth taking. If one practices always with risk management in mind, then one certainly is far less likely to be sued or have complaints made, but that does not mean that such therapists are necessarily taking into account the best interests of the patient, unless they assume that those interests are coincident with their own.

It's tricky. It's a judgment call. And one that will require be willing to talk about it with the patient and work through whatever comes up because of this deviation. Fortunately, we are very very seldom faced with a dilemma like that Paul has with April. 

There are certain behaviors which must be fenced off and rules out no matter what -- like illegal conduct of any kind and sexual acting out. There isn't a way to make either in the best interests of the patient, not really. So those issues go behind a wall that cannot be breached. And the rest of the rules? Well, it falls to the therapist and the patient to deal with them together, talk about them, wrestle with them, become conscious of underlying issues. In other words, make them a part of the therapy.

Actor's Dreams

It's always nice to see some way that the insights of Jung are finding new applications. This week the NY Times reported that actors are turning to Jungian dream work methods to help them develop characters --

"In the last decade, dream work, as it is known, has spread into actors studios and classrooms across the country, taking its place among the ever expanding techniques of actor training and in the long-running debate over what leads to the most authentic performances.

Dream work grew largely out of Method acting, and it is now being taught at the New York home of the Method, the Actors Studio, and by several teachers in Los Angeles and elsewhere.

Teachers say that at least 1,000 actors have been trained so far and that interest is growing in the technique, which is inspired by the theories of Carl Jung, who believed that dreams are the expression of the unconscious, and the images and symbols in them communicate crucial information to the conscious mind."


In Treatment

There won't be any new episodes of In Treatment  next week, as HBO will be showing its miniseries on Alzheimers. New episodes resume on May 17.

In Treatment 2-- Week 5

  • In Treatment 2-- Gina, week 5
  • In Treatment 2 -- Walter, week 5
  • In Treatment 2 -- Oliver, week 5
  • In Treatment 2 - April, week 5
  • In Treatment 2 - Mia, week 5

It's not so bad

Behind the Couch had an interesting post the other day about shame and the psychotherapist. Interesting because it seems no one thinks much about some of the issues that being a therapist raises. A couple of them jumped out at me --

I stopped saying much about what I do when I am out and about socially because not much brings silence to a group than saying, "I am a psychotherapist." People seem to think that it means I am always "on", always watching others as I do my patients. I developed a flippant habit of saying, when someone would remark that I must think they are all crazy, "Don't worry, I only work when I get paid." Which may ease the tension but never feels right in the saying and comes off sounding kind of cold. When I am out with friends or at a social gathering, I just want to be able to be there as myself, who happens to work as a psychotherapist but who also frets about my garden, knits, likes to cook, read novels, and complain about my kids from time to time.

I am not put off at all by the way therapists are portrayed in movies and the like. In Treatment stands out for me because it is pretty good at showing how things are. But the others? I don't worry about them. I hope to teach a course at the Senior College here sometime called Shrinks on Film and look at some of the ways therapy has been shown in movies. I think I will start with What About Bob?


We are a motley lot, we psychotherapists are. We all do something similar but we come from a number of different professional directions -- medicine, psychology, social work, nursing, education. And we have varying degrees of identification with our basic professional group. I suppose this diversity of backgrounds is a strength of sorts but I believe that more it is a hindrance. Because we do not speak in a unified voice for ourselves and what we do. We engage in meaningless turf battles which has resulted in control of much of the field now resting with insurance companies and managed care rather than with those of us in practice.

A lot of psychotherapists have become kind of demoralized in the last 10 or 15 years as third parties have come more and more to determine what they could do. As therapy per se becomes less and less valued by these third party payers, incomes have dropped and some community clinics no longer even offer therapy at all. I suspect this will continue to be the case for those who practice in clinic settings or are dependent on insurance payments. A practice model which doesn't work all that well for physical medicine when applied to mental health and therapy becomes ludicrous, a mess of evidence-based treatments that aren't resting on good evidence, on outcome research that is only done with one modality. And on it goes.

And this is mostly our own fault -- or at least the fault of the folks who reman inside that system and who cling so stubbornly to turf that is shrinking by the day.

Still and all, for me, it is a privilege to be able to do the work I do. It's a minor thing to deal with the way people react when they know I am a therapist, extremely minor when compared to the intense satisfaction of being able to be a small part of the journey of the people I work with.



Mother Complex

As background for my reflections on this week's sessions, I want first to explore the mother complex and then the father complex.

The mother complex is a potentially active component of everyone's psyche, informed first of all by experience of the personal mother, then by significant contact with other women and by collective assumptions. The constellation of a mother complex has differing effects according to whether it appears in a son or a daughter.(The Jung Lexicon)

It isn't possible to escape the influence of mother in the development of any and all of us.

Jung tells us of several forms the mother complex can take in a woman --

 The exaggeration of the feminine side means an intensification of all female instincts, above all the maternal instinct. The negative aspect is seen in the woman whose only goal is childbirth. To her the husband is . . . first and foremost the instrument of procreation, and she regards him merely as an object to be looked after, along with children, poor relations, cats, dogs, and household furniture.(Jung, CW 9i., par. 167.)

and in another variation, what Jung calls the feminine instinct is inhibited or wiped out --

As a substitute, an overdeveloped Eros results, and this almost invariably leads to an unconscious incestuous relationship with the father. The intensified Eros places an abnormal emphasis on the personality of others. Jealousy of the mother and the desire to outdo her become the leitmotifs of subsequent undertakings.(Jung,CW9i par. 168.)

This inhibition can also be expressed in another way, in which the woman identifies with the mother.

As a sort of superwoman (admired involuntarily by the daughter), the mother lives out for her beforehand all that the girl might have lived for herself. She is content to cling to her mother in selfless devotion, while at the same time unconsciously striving, almost against her will, to tyrannize over her, naturally under the mask of complete loyalty and devotion. The daughter leads a shadow-existence, often visibly sucked dry by her mother, and she prolongs her mother's life by a sort of continuous blood transfusion.(Jung, CW9i, par. 169.]

And then there is the negative mother complex, the stuff of novels and films, where there is tremendous resistance to mother and all that she stands for.

It is the supreme example of the negative mother-complex. The motto of this type is: Anything, so long as it is not like Mother! . . . All instinctive processes meet with unexpected difficulties; either sexuality does not function properly, or the children are unwanted, or maternal duties seem unbearable, or the demands of marital life are responded to with impatience and irritation.(Jung,CW9i., par. 170.]

This kind of daughter knows what she does not want but is usually completely at sea as to what she would choose as her own fate. All her instincts are concentrated on the mother in the negative form of resistance and are therefore of no use to her in building her own life.

"As we know, a complex can be really overcome only if it is lived out to the full. In other words, if we are to develop further we have to draw to us and drink down to the very dregs what, because of our complexes, we have held at a distance.

This type [the woman with a negative mother complex] started out in the world with an averted face, like Lot's wife looking back on Sodom and Gomorrah. And all the while the world and life pass by her like a dream -- an annoying source of illusions, disappointments, and irritations, all of which are due solely to the fact that she cannot bring herself to look straight ahead for once. Because of her unconscious reactive attitude toward reality, her life actually becomes dominated by that which she fought hardest against...But if she should turn her face, she will see the world for the first time, so to speak, in the light of maturity, and see it embellished with all the colors and enchanting wonders of youth, and sometimes even of childhood. It is  a vision that brings knowledge and discovery of truth, the indispensable prerequisite for consciousness. A part of life was lost, but the meaning of life has been salvaged for her."(Jung, CW9i)

Complexes  differ from introjects, (the unconscious adoption of the ideas or attitudes of others) in one important way. According to Jung, every complex has at its center an archetype.  Complexes are "feeling-toned ideas" that over the years accumulate around archetypes, like "mother" and "father." When complexes are constellated, they are invariably accompanied by affect. So the mother complex is not only informed by experiences with the personal mother, but also by the universal pattern of "mother" imprinted in the psyche.


Hold these in mind as you reflect on Mia, on April, and on Paul.

In Treatment 2 -- week 4

  • In Treatment -- Gina, Week 4
  • In Treatment -- Walter, week 4
  • In Treatment -- Oliver, week 4
  • In Treatment -- April, week 4
  • In treatment -- Mia, week 4

Therapeutic Frame, again

Yesterday I mentioned that the boundaries of time, place, fee are elements of the therapeutic frame. These days, outside of the psychoanalytic literature, no one talks much about the therapeutic frame. But I have always found it to be one of the most important and useful concepts in the practice of psychotherapy. The frame is the container for the therapy, the fixed elements that form the boundaries for the work. The frame has three elements: time, place, fee. Optimally these three elements remain the same throughout the duration of the therapy, changed only after careful consideration, because changing one element alters the whole container. Keeping these elements fixed makes it easier to identify when either patient or therapist is acting out and facilitates working through whatever the issue is that gives rise to the acting out.

The frame is for both the patient and the therapist. It provides a structure for the basic elements of the work. There is plenty going on all the time so it is helpful to have something be stable and predictable. The weather changes, mood changes, how we look or feel changes. People in our lives change. And so on. Of course sometimes it is necessary to change the time for meeting or the place, as when the therapist moves or changes offices. But the frame as that structural skeleton still exists.

I was in analysis with my analyst for a long time. The time for my sessions changed once and he moved once within that time. The fee stayed the same the whole time. He always started and ended on time. There was something very comforting knowing that those things would stay the same -- even when I was furious with him or when my life was falling apart, that piece of my life was stable and there and reliable. It made for a space where I could explore the least explored parts of me, the parts I felt least comfortable with -- a safe space.

 In an excellent article on the frame, Robert Maxwell Young writes:

"the analytic frame is not confined to the room where the therapy is done. It is ideally tacitly in the minds of both therapist and patient all the time. It is there when you open the door or speak on the phone. It is carried with the patient (or not) between sessions: it is internalised. It is conveyed by the therapist’s demeanour, tone of voice, pauses, silences, grunts, the wording of any note or letter which it is appropriate to send to the patient. It is evident in pauses. It is all aspects of analytic space. To maintain the frame is to maintain the analytic relationship. Its essence is containment." 

So the frame is more than just the physical setting. It is the larger notion of the therapeutic space, that space in which both therapist and patient relate to each other in support of the therapy. It includes sessions on the telephone, or in writing, or in other ways that the two engage in their work together. 

"Acting out is a substitute for verbal expression. It is expressive, symbolic communication, but it is not relfective. The patient is acting rather than reflecting. Where acting out is, thought cannot be.

One feature of acting out is that the therapist is usually put under pressure to do something he would not otherwise do — to go after the patient in some way, e.g., to write to the patient or phone, to reveal something, to move, to change a session, to press the patient, to relent about a decision or take a firm line, even to lose his temper."

Young writes elsewhere:

"the room, its furnishing, its stability, one’s demeanour, absolute confidentiality, the forms of abstinence dictated by professional ethics, e.g, refraining from physical, sexual or social contact –- all these are designed to facilitate speaking in an exploratory way about matters which it is difficult to reflect upon in ordinary life. Along with what the therapist says and how it is said, they constitute the containment that makes change possible, though in no sense inevitable. The therapeutic frame is a safe place to take risks, to regress, to confess, to repent, to embark upon acts of contrition. "

There are purists who hold to a highly structured and idealized sense of the frame. Robert Langs is one and there are others as well. Frame becomes elevated to an almost absurd level so that ordinary human interaction becomes almost impossible -- like offering a tissue to a patient who is crying. But within the therapeutic community there are variations in how the frame is constructed and maintained. For the purists, a letter from a patient between sessions is an instance of acting out and they would not read it but rather place it on the table and wait for the patient to talk about it. And it is acting out, because it is an extra-therapeutic contact, a kind of effort to gain more time and attention from the therapist outside of the boundaries of their time together, and it is writing rather than putting the feelings into words and speaking them in the session. But that it is acting out does not mean it is useless, meaningless or bad; what it does is signal the presence of unresolved feelings or or need. 

The actual words of the letter may indeed impart thoughts or ideas not expressed in session but it is what drives the desire to write them rather than say them that is probably of greater importance. And dealing with the fear/resistance to expressing those feelings and thoughts directly is a big part of what depth psychotherapy is about.


In Treatment 2 -- week 3

  • In Treatment -- Reflections, week 3
  • In Treatment -- Gina, week 3
  • In Treatment-- Walter, week 3
  • In Treatment -- Oliver, week 3
  • In Treatment -- April, week 3

Trust

Behind the Couch has an interesting post today on trust of therapist for patient. She asserts the following as the necessary components of trust in this direction:

What does this trust look like?

* trust that the client is telling the truth (to the best of their knowledge/according to their own reality)

* trust that the client is working as hard as they can

* trust that the client is allowing themselves to be part of the alliance

* trust that the client will adhere to imposed boundaries (payment, attendance, contact between sessions) .

As I posted earlier this week about Mia of In Treatment, trust is a two way street in therapy -- the patient needs to be able to trust the therapist and likewise the therapist needs to feel some measure of trust that the patient will not willfully attempt to injure him or her. 

Being a therapist can be a very dangerous business. More than one therapist has been murdered by a patient, though this happens more to psychiatrists treating psychotic patients than to most of us, nevertheless it is a risk. Because we most often practice alone and not uncommonly see patients in the evening, the risk is there. Any therapist working with perpetrators or victims of domestic violence must be mindful of a degree of risk. *

To say nothing of the fears of being sued and the difficulty defending such a suit because therapy by its very nature is a subjective enterprise and because jurors are far more likely to feel connection to and sympathy for the plaintiff than for the defending therapist.

So at  baseline we must be able to feel some measure of safety from harm by the patient. And we must allow that even so there is always risk. This element of danger in our work is rarely discussed.

I am not so concerned about patients telling the truth. Whether what they say is factually accurate or not, what they say is still about who they are and how they experience life and we work together with what they offer. As the patient becomes more comfortable and more willing to trust the therapist, what was concealed may be revealed.

Nor am I concerned with measuring how hard the patient is working. Psyche works in its own time and my task is to be patient with the process and not try to set it on my timetable.

The therapeutic alliance similarly will develop as we work together. It helps for the patient to be willing to enter into such an alliance, but I think we need only to start with faith that some small element of such willingness is present just in being willing to come to sessions.

The boundaries of time, place, payment are elements of the therapeutic frame and it falls to the therapist to maintain those boundaries and confront and interpret violations of them. It is the task of the therapist to clearly set the frame and ascertain that the patient understands it and accepts it. Yes, trust is important here but more important is consciousness on the part of the therapist about what these boundaries are and that they are clearly stated.

Interesting topic and one I want to think about some more.

Edited to add following links on violence directed at therapists:

Alarming Number of Patients Think About Killing Their Doctors

Therapist Job Risks: Murdered by Your Client

Second Therapist Murdered

Murder of Kathryn Faughey

Patient vs. DoctorA gruesome murder in New York raises questions about the security of mental health professionals at work.

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