Category: Therapy

  • Letters to Men: #1 – Swords and Cups

    Dear men of all kinds and ages,

    This letter began after feeling provoked by a discussion about social justice and masculinity, and whether men and masculinity have been exiled by progressive culture. For much of my life I’ve been in some way troubled by the question of what is a man, what is masculinity, and whether I was either.

    A long time ago I encountered the metaphor that the mind is like a blade, and one way to ensure its sharpness is to engage in debate and take on the challenge of constructing your argument for why you believe what you do, including the evidence supporting your position, and your answer to challenges and critiques. While the grating feels unpleasant, the friction is necessary to keep the mind sharp and clear. This kind of argument focuses on the quality of the ideas and the efficacy of their presentation, whether they seem to elicit truth. It’s not the deeply personal and accusatory tone that often joins what we think of as arguments these days.

    A sword is not our only quality, and there are times when the blade needs to be tempered with the cup of understanding. This cup seeks to understand why the other person says, believes, feels, and acts the way they do. What’s become clear to me is every person’s actions make complete sense once you fully understand their context, and when we are able to achieve and demonstrate that understanding, we make possible real dialogue, change, and collaboration.

    So both the cup and the blade are needed for being in relationship with others, but folks tend to favor one over the other, and need to make efforts to develop both.

    At some point in my young life I really got a sense of the harm men and boys did to other people. Men in this culture tend to be most likely to perpetrate violence, and most likely to be victims of it.

    I was bullied myself, and I saw my older sister being treated very poorly by the men she was dating, and I was too small to stand up for her but I internalized this injustice and was drawn toward the teachings of Feminism, which I thought could be freeing to all of us. I wanted a world without coercion or dominance in which we could each support each other in being the person we wanted to become.

    This seed continued to grow as I became more conscious of the history of the United States and the harms done to the people who were here before we settled, the people we enslaved, and the people we used for cheap labor. So I felt a deepening and broadening of that call to throw off dominance and coercion. What’s become a dearly held belief is that each person, given both support and autonomy, will move toward their best.

    So when we look at communities that are rife with poverty, violence, illness, and addiction, I tend to notice both a lack of support and a lack of autonomy. These communities tend to be economically deprived of opportunities and resources, and simultaneously controlled by people who do not live there and have little relationship with the people within them.

    When I was younger and looking at these patterns, I with other white middle class people had a savior mentality, like these struggling communities were foundering in ignorance and needed help working through their problems. Now I see this as flawed thinking and a kind of oppressive behavior that offers support at the expense of autonomy.

    So instead of imagining myself a savior of the poor and oppressed, I feel called to find the balance point between advocating for the support all communities need to let our innate capacities of autonomy and self-determination flourish. And I pay attention to those with power who seem to undermine that autonomy and self-determination.

    I’ve been accused of hating men and that is simply not true. If I thought men and white people were evil and irredeemable then I would not be doing the work I do. What I am seeking is liberation. I often focus my attention on men and white people because I am both, not because I believe we are uniquely evil or toxic. My training has shown me that there are oppressors, collaborators, and resistors in every system and culture, and dominance and abusive violence is not unique or exclusive to any particular gender or race. If we have power but we are protected from the consequences of how we use power, we tend to become more sociopathic.

    Carl Jung’s work showed me that owning both, my power and my capacity for cruelty and violence, is the path of becoming a whole person. Because we can be both caring, loving, powerful men and can cause harm. We can think of ourselves as nonviolent and non-confrontational, good caring people—men of the cup—but instead what we’ve done is outsourced our violence to men with guns who police our streets and fight in distant countries so we can have cheap oil.

    Before we are willing to see our own wholeness, we imagine there is a division between innocence and guilt, that some people are innocent no matter what they do, and others are guilty before they’ve drawn their first breath. But healing that lie, seeing both my innocence and guilt, is power.

    To be honest, the more I study gender in general, and men and masculinity in particular, the less certain I am of what “it” is. Gender is both profoundly real, personal, and viscerally felt—I recognize that now. Gender is also profoundly shaped by the political, economic, and social conflicts of our age. It’s both what I feel and think about myself and it’s the ways others treat me and what expectations they have of me simply by virtue of being male.

    In recent years, having come more into my body and athletics, I’ve been spending more time with men and remembering the joys of it. There’s a playfulness in teasing that feels like a martial arts practice, learning how to hit each other hard enough to get attention but not hard enough to harm, while the teased person in turn practices how to deflect the attack and respond. This is when the work of the sword is joyful and connecting rather than separating.

    This practice and exploration has cultivated a thought that still feels difficult to articulate, almost dangerous, because it’s incomplete. Much of my work is supporting accountability when appropriate, when we’ve caused harm. Yet I also see that we need to work on not participating in being harmed.

    The last sentence is tricky and needs context. I know from experience that to hear such a sentiment can cause one to think, “Oh that means if I was hurt, I deserved it.” But what I mean is quite the opposite. None of us deserve to be hurt and harmed, or to stay in situations that demean and degrade us.

    And yet often we do—for so many reasons. First, we may not recognize that we are being hurt or harmed. When we do, we may think we deserve it. Then when we learn we don’t, we may not know how to protect ourselves or trust that we can be okay if we get away. Part of our work in life is moving through each of those steps, learning the lessons we need to learn: how to recognize I’m being hurt, how to honor that I do not deserve it, and what skills and resources I need to be able to protect myself or leave the situation and be okay.

    We might have all these skills and get hurt anyway. All strategies have a vulnerability that causes them to fail. But there’s something about knowing we did what we could to avoid or stop it that’s important. It tells ourselves that we matter. Even if it’s saying, “That hurts, stop it.” Even if it’s walking away from an impossible situation.

    That is what I want to say today.

  • Forgiveness, when Accountability is not Possible

    When I was growing up in the Catholic church, I internalized quite complex messages around forgiveness and guilt, salvation and damnation. The call to practice forgiveness was profound, an invitation to holiness and freedom. What I imagined this meant in practice was the capacity to endure all slights and indignities with grace and forbearance.

    So I forgave others. Often before letting them know I was upset or hurt. And while I was smugly satisfied in my holiness for being so forgiving, my relationships were also quite distant and rigid. Some people experienced me as robotic and aloof. Then, when others didn’t practice the same automatic forgiveness, I had no idea what to do but please them, with resentment.

    When I think on my younger self now, I see that what he saw as diligent holiness obscured his terror of confronting others, his aversion to disappointing or setting limits, and a fear of revealing that another person could hurt him. The religious practice gave what in Transpersonal psychology is called a “spiritual bypass,” the use of sacred teachings to suppress and avoid feeling pain and unpleasant emotion.

    If we never allow loved ones to see our hurt and anger, resentment and distance is inevitable. There is not opportunities for loving care, for repairing hurts and strengthening communication, or for seeking out the roots of upsetting patterns. Not only do we carry our pains privately, we may inadvertently hide from them how much they matter to us, how much they affect us.

    Five years ago I reached a point in which it became necessary to counter this by leaning into confrontation and conflict, saying aloud what I felt, how I was hurt, and what I needed. As I grew better at this, I further stopped automatically regarding another person’s hurt and reality as one to which I needed to surrender and caretake. I could stand up for myself and share my own reality as equal in validity. Relationships truly become beautiful and profoundly healing, effective, and connected when we are able to witness each other’s realities and their validity without sacrificing our own.

    Yet there were people who could not “go there” with me. Certain relationships seemed to become unbalanced even while I was doing all this work to be accountable, honest, and direct. These folks might have said what I wanted to hear in the moment, but their behavior remained unchanged, and I kept feeling hurt in the same ways.

    What became a tell for me was the vague apology: “I’m sorry for what happened the other day” now seems like it’s about disarming conflict rather than being accountable. It basically sounds like “It sucks you got upset for some reason.” Eventually I came to realize that I need clear, specific apologies. I need to hear what it is the person believes they did that was hurtful, their willingness to accept responsibility for that hurt, and an idea of the ways they were working to avoid doing it again.

    Beside this realization is the clarity that claims of harm also need to be specific, clear, and actionable. Accusations of “doing harm” without these qualities feel muddied and confusing. There are absolutely times when all we can do is say “I was hurt” or “there was harm,” and we need time to get clear about the specifics. Taking that time to care for the upset and come to clarity about what wrong was done is worth doing. But if I cannot be sure what harm was done to me, it feels like a lot to expect another person to be clear on it, and make effective change.

    After a year of COVID-19 lockdown and so much free time with my family at home, I notice the ways these grievances, now a few years old, continue to have an aliveness for me even when the people involved are no longer in my life. The common wisdom about letting someone live rent-free in my head applied, and it was because I was unable to get the closure and accountability I sought. Recently it’s occurred to me that I need to return to forgiveness, from a new perspective.

    Forgiveness and acceptance go together, because forgiveness, as I understand it now, is about recognizing that we truly were doing all we were capable of doing. With accountability, there is an expectation that you or I can do better. To that end, in accountability I demonstrate respect by communicating boundaries, clarifying expectations, and working to build mutual understanding.

    With forgiveness, it is clear this was the best we could do together, and expecting more from the relationship gives rise to greater hurt. To forgive is not to say that what happened was acceptable, or even that the relationship can or should be restored to what it was.

    To forgive is a releasing of effort and expectation and separating ourselves out from the painful dynamic that could not find resolution. Rather than hoping to finally get witnessing, closure, revenge, or validation from the person who hurt me, I offer that fully to my own hurt and release the attachment.

    To be forgiven truly is not about relieving the guilt of the one who caused harm, because guilt is an appropriate feeling when we are out of integrity with ourselves. Whether a person forgives us for hurting them or not, we have to do our own work to come into integrity.

    Forgiveness, like grief, is always best when it’s on your schedule, and not rushed based on arbitrary social pressures or other people’s convenience. In deference to Acceptance and Commitment Therapy, I’ve found that it may be easier to say, “I’m willing to forgive” rather than, “I forgive.”

    What felt scariest about forgiveness was the fear that it meant I would let the person back into my life in the ways that would get me hurt again. Given that was my pattern, before I did the work to learn to have conflict, stand up for myself, and prioritize my own happiness and health, there was wisdom in not forgiving. Forgiveness is not an opioid to apply to any discomfort or suffering. We achieve it through the full experiencing of our hearts.

    Lately I’ve begun a simple practice of noticing when my mind is caught up in rehashing old hurts, pausing, and saying to myself, “I am willing to forgive them for this.” What I say instead of “for this” is often interesting. Rather than forgiving the hurtful acts, I find myself naming the underlying vulnerability that led them to doing what they did. Rather than the specific lie, forgiveness for the shame that made lying seem necessary. Rather than for the cruelty, forgiveness for the terror that made them feel they had to protect themself.

    And, too, I turn that forgiveness toward myself. Forgiveness for the ways I participated in the hurt. Forgiveness for the ways I became more reactive and hurtful in turn. Forgiveness for not listening to what was being communicated through actions, if not through words.

    Once I truly began to forgive, I was able to grieve more deeply. Sweet and wonderful memories I’d forgotten resurfaced, and I could feel the sadness of having had and lost that connection. And having moved through that, I could see us as struggling humans rather than malicious beings.

    And the lessons I’ve needed to learn settled more deeply into my heart. The knowing that I must protect myself as much as I risk my heart in love. Releasing the subtle efforts to control others even in ways that seem benign and “healing” rather than accepting them exactly as they are.

    Whereas forgiveness once felt divine, now I see it as a consolation when the greater work of accountability and repair of relationship has failed. Yet even relationships that involve hurt, relationships that end, have gifts to offer us in growing toward self-mastery, intimacy, honesty, and genuine belonging.

  • Untangling

    In my twenties, I took up knitting because I found it intriguing and I liked the idea of learning a skill that could be put to practical use. Very quickly when becoming a knitter one is disabused of that story, that knitting is practical. That is to say—it’s a skill that creates useful objects, through which one can make clothes, rags, even nets if needed. But it is also quite laborious, and one quickly understands why the temptation to simply buy a machine knit sweater outstrips the pleasures of making one.

    Thread piled together.

    Often yarn will come in these beautifully wrapped skeins, very attractive on the retail shelves, but quickly impractical when it comes to use. Very quickly I discovered that the skeins would become tangled up if I didn’t make the effort to unwind them and then rewind them into tight balls of yarn that would release only what I needed to work.

    What I’ve learned about myself is I have a great deal of impatience for tedious labor that requires diligence and attention. This is one reason why I didn’t stay in my first effort of a career as a proofreader, which requires such work. Unwinding, untangling, and rewinding a skein of yarn is another such work. There are machines that will do it for you, but if one has already created a mess of tangles and knots then those will not help. Similarly, if one has begun a yarn project and needs to start over—which unfortunately happens a lot to me—there can be similar moments of needing to stop when knots become too gnarly.

    Rushing through a untangling only makes it worse. New knots get wound around old knots. Strange places get stuck and one spends so much time simply trying to trace the blockage to its source before you even get to the effort of massaging it apart so it can be unbound. Yet to reject this process only makes future work harder. There were times I simply tried to knit as long as I could without unwinding and rewinding the skein, and then I’d get to blocked places where I’d have to thread an entire project through a knot.

    Untangling is a work of attention, diligence, and love. One could simply cut away all the knotted and gnarled patches, and at times one must, but that is a loss of beautiful yarn and the possibilities of that one undivided thread. If one wants to preserve the threads, one must untangle.

    In working with the Self, with relationships, with communities, there are times when our stuckness comes from not taking this time to untangle: When there is a giant fight or a grudge we don’t understand, and we want to push forward, only to find ourselves even more stuck. When we want to make a big change and we feel this urge to do it now, and we don’t take the time to research, talk to the important stakeholders in the change, and then find them binding us.

    Untangling is slow work that makes future work easier. When a client comes into therapy, for example, wanting a specific change in their life, they may be frustrated. The change seems so simple but they can’t seem to make it happen. Every step of progress generates some setback.

    Instead of focusing on the whole knot, and getting overwhelmed, we are served well by picking a thread and following its path through the knot. This thread could be how masculinity informs the problem. The thread could be how the economic situation informs the problem. The thread could be how their relationship with their mother informs the problem.

    We long to find the one single thread that untangles the whole, but humans are too tangled and intertwined for that. Yet as we follow each individual thread, truly seeing its journey and its path, we create a little more space and looseness in the knot. Thread by thread, we begin to separate out what can be separated, to see how each interacts with the other. We make little changes. We learn to go for a walk instead of sending an angry email. We learn how to calm the body under stress. We learn how to say no and yes in the ways that serve us.

    So much misunderstanding and tension arises when try to simplify this process and only look at one thread, only apply one lens to the entirety of our knotted challenges. It’s all a neurological problem. It’s all about what my parents did. It’s all their fault. It’s all my fault.

    Untangling slows us down and frustrates us because it feels like nothing is happening. We are well served to remember the finger trap, that puzzle that only grows tighter the more we pull and struggle. It’s in relaxing and coming together that things unbind and we find freedom.

    Patience is a practice we bring to difficult and complex situations that cannot be easily resolved. Many of the problems in our lives will not be solved before we die. Rushing to fix may entangle us more. Giving up and doing nothing leaves us entangled, despondent, and without aliveness. Patience is a practice of doing the work in front of us with as much attention and diligence as we can bear.

    Eventually we find, when we’ve moved through the frustration and despair, a calm pleasure in doing and being of service. And we may find we’ve unknotted enough to have useful material with which we can make something new.

    An image of ropes and chains hanging together.
  • Vulnerability is Not Safe

    At some point last year I had a revelation that was at the same time completely obvious: vulnerability is not safe.

    It’s literally what the word means!

    What perhaps confused me was that I’ve grown accustomed, in my life, to move toward vulnerability in my relationships. When I find myself armored and readying my weapons, it has been profoundly transformative to set those done and approach my would-be adversary as a possible friend.

    When we become vulnerable, and set aside our weapons and armor, we can relate to each other as humans. When that relating is betrayed, it hurts far worse because we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable. When I expect an attack, I come prepared and may turn an insult into a joke. When I am with those I trust, an insult cuts deeply.

    The truth is, vulnerability is the foundation of intimacy and authentic relationship. To allow ourselves to be healed requires vulnerability—to show the doctor or therapist the wound, allow it to be witnessed, and then risk the process of healing. To love and be loved requires vulnerability.

    At times, vulnerability transforms a hostile situation into a human moment. The first person to lay down armor and weapon could be initiating the end to war.

    Or, they might end up riddled with arrows. Not everyone deserves our vulnerability. Not everyone will handle our vulnerability with the care and respect it deserves. Some will let you do all the work of being vulnerable while they continue to shelter behind sword and shield. Some will belittle you to your face or when you’re not around. Some will use your vulnerability to hurt you.

    In trauma-informed perspectives, when we’ve experienced hurt we develop parts of us that seek safety, a state in which we can be fully ourselves without fear of being physically or emotionally harmed. Yet these protective strategies are our weapons and our armor, and what creates safety for ourselves may legitimately make others feel unsafe.

    Perhaps your weapon is flattery, perhaps your armor is falling apart and crying instead of accepting accountability and apologizing. Perhaps your armor is growing bigger and angrier to scare off threats, and perhaps your weapon is to lie and hide the truth.

    These protectors are so necessary. When vulnerability is punished, a shield is appropriate. When a person is racing to harm you, a sword may be the boundary you need.

    When we are not present, however, those protectors may become unaccountable forces who only see the world as a place of dangerous foes and silly people who need to be kept safe. Those protectors may insist on adding more and more weaponry and defenses to their systems, to shutting down any activity or connection that seems too risky.

    Their job is to keep us same from harm and eventually we will want to take risks, and they don’t deal well with it. They punish, they criticize, they panic, they “sabotage.” They try to force you back into the small shape they could protect.

    To become free, we must restore them back into the helpers they truly are. We must remind them who they are and of their caring toward us. And we must also listen and take seriously their concerns, their valid assessments of danger, and come up with solutions together.

    Perhaps, for example, we can take the risk of socializing with others again, but we might stay protected by making sure they are in agreement with our COVID safety protocols around masking or vaccination, whatever they are. Or perhaps we’re willing to extend ourselves into riskier territory, but then we want a plan for if it gets too much.

    Think of a part of you that becomes activated when you feel unsafe. The fighter, the drinker, the runner. The perfectionist. The Good Child. The Bad Child. Or your parts may be more esoteric and specific. Don’t try to name them all, pick one. Find a place and time where you can be alone and undisturbed and see if you can sense into your body where that part of you lives. If you can’t, just guess, and pretend you’re right.

    Imagine you can say to this part:

    I see you, [Name of Protector].
    I see that you have, in your ways, tried to help me and keep me safe.
    I see that without you I might have been lost in my pain and suffering.
    I acknowledge your work and your service.
    With my whole heart I thank you and honor you.
    This work, which has been so necessary, has been a gift to me.
    And if you are ready, I would like to grow beyond it.
    What would you do if you could do anything?
    What kind of life would you make if we were safe, secure, and free?
    What can I do to help you make this happen?

    Listen for an answer, whether it makes sense or not. You might imagine you can give this part of you that experience, and see how that feels. Or if it’s achievable, see if you can set a goal to work toward that experience.

  • Dreaming as Escape and Invitation

    Dreaming as Escape and Invitation

    When I was younger and felt less at home in the world, one of my escapes was to wrap my awareness into daydreams. These dreams could be quite elaborate and even serial, typically around relationships I longed to build with people I found attractive or admirable but felt too inadequate to approach in person. Sometimes these were very deep, long, reflective conversations; other times they were relationship arcs: how we’d finally begin to speak, the rising action of our connection, special moments together, even the ways we’d finally break apart.

    In a sense, these fantasies were a balm to loneliness and anxiety, yet they took on an agency of their own. There were parts of me that actively resisted presence in life, finding it disappointing and demoralizing in contrast to the mental reality in which I had control.

    Except—I didn’t really have control. In my mind I could make these images sock puppets of my inner self talk to each other, but it was difficult to pull my mind out of the dream and back into dealing with my daily life. The mental theatre of life was missing aliveness, spontaneity, fulfillment.

    This is an example of what I’d call a “coping strategy,” a habit that helps smooth the sharp and painful edges of painful reality. Coping strategies are useful, and they are limited in that they do not help us to do the work of transforming that reality. Often coping strategies may actively resist the changes of life, which tends to require a certain amount of experiencing pain and discomfort to ensure transformative action is thorough, effective, and includes as many of our parts as possible.

    And there are times when coping is a perfectly good move. There are certain experiences in life that cannot be transformed all at once, or are so overwhelming that we do not have the space or capacity to feel and transform. When we are trapped in a relationship, a home, or a country by an abusive person, a certain measure of coping is necessary to get through the awfulness while we strive to find an escape.

    But a coping strategy also contains within it truth about ourselves. Lately I find myself falling back into that pattern of getting lost in my imagination. Sometimes that lostness means having intense and irritable arguments with people in my mind that I would never have in person. Sometimes it means imagining relationships or experiences that are deeply unlikely.

    Along with that, I strive to also practice what I’d call “Self-care,” which are the practices that bring presence and awareness into life and let that awareness illuminate the inner and outer work that reduces suffering. Self-care is sitting meditation, calm conversations with our loved ones about difficult relationship patterns, tarot readings, baths, and walks. Self-care is also showing up to protests, challenging unfair working conditions, educating one’s self about one’s history and material realities.

    Self-care is also simply being alive, feeling one’s feelings, and not looking at life as something that requires fixing or salvation. My daydreaming, I think, has a touch of the salvation within it.

    Parts of me have struggled, like all of us, with the grief, stress, and enormous contraction in my life due to stay at home orders and pandemic safety measures. When there is no clear finish line, staying in the stress of it begins to feel intolerable. I can endure much when I know it will end, particularly when I know I have control over how it ends. And, though I do know this will end because all pandemics end, not knowing for sure when has been painful. So it makes sense I’d start escaping into fantasy.

    In my younger years the romantic notion that I kept envisioning was that somehow I’d befriend a person, a wise person, or find a lover who would finally both see me and save me. See in me all the potential and goodness I had to offer, and save me from my self-loathing and self-defeating habits. Eventually, however, I started to find the wisdom that I was doing that work for myself—I was cultivating an inner capacity to see myself through this imaginal work, to see my merits and strengths but also my avoidances.

    Image of a woman fulling through a purple backdrop, photo by Bruce Christianson.

    Dreaming is a beautiful practice of stepping outside of the limitations of ego and envisioning other worlds. By necessity those worlds cannot exist in this one in the way we imagine. Imagination is a powerful engine. In some esoteric traditions, it is the capacity through which we encounter beings and energies not of the material world.

    Yet it’s all mixed up with our personal unconscious. Some clients tell me they imagine having conversations with me between sessions. What they are doing is talking to a part of themself whose nature and capacity is expressed by whatever it is they symbolically associate with me.

    In a sense, we can look at dreams in this way, whether they are sleeping or waking dreams. Many dreams are whisperings from parts of us who we do not recognize as parts of us. They appear in monstrous costumes, or like friends and ex-lovers, or colleagues or family members, or spiritual beings. Perhaps these fantasies show us something we long for ourselves that we’re not ready to claim, or could become ready to claim. Perhaps they’re ways of testing and playing out patterns to imagine how they unfold.

    And, in some spiritual traditions, we may dream of the real beings that are not merely psychological internalizations. There are dreams I have in which a person tells me a message, and I relay that to the real person in waking life, and that message has meaning for them. There are dreams I have that prefigure future events that happen later—rarely in a way that’s useful to avoid the events, but often in a way that helps me work through them more quickly. There are dreams I have had in which I am certain I encountered the real person’s psyche, and dreams in which I am certain it was not the real person, and none of these certainties are verifiable in an experimental design.

    Dreams are softer and more liquid than goals. A goal is so concrete and fiery. It pushes you in a clear direction and brings with it the experience of obstacles, successes, and failure. Dreaming flows, expands, deepens, and reveals. Now may be a good time to dream, and to see what the dreaming means.

    What does the dream pull you toward? Truth telling? Adventure? Risk? Playful experiences? Possibilities of living you’d not allowed yourself to consider? What if these dreams were not about escape, but about planting seeds that you may choose to nurture?

  • Judgment and Boundaries

    Judgment and Boundaries

    When I used to teach mindfulness workshops to folks, the idea of practicing nonjudgmental awareness tended to be a lively topic. Isn’t it important to judge certain things and behaviors? Shouldn’t we judge when people are doing harm? Underneath this was often a feeling of threat by the idea that completely giving up all judgment would be making ourselves vulnerable to victimization, a very valid concern.

    Engaging with these conversations helped me to refine what the practice meant to me.

    As a therapist, what seems clear to me is that people heal when they can move past their shame to be witnessed and accepted as they are, and this healing leads to greater integrity. Few people enjoy their own suffering and find little relief when that suffering is met with contempt, even if it’s “deserved”. People make choices based on what they know, and often under stress those choices are short-sighted and create more suffering. Helping people to slow down and soothe the stress response helps them to access their executive functioning to better reflect on and make choices, and mindfulness practice is one way of doing this. Much of this would be easier if we lived in a society where people had access to healthcare, housing, and food as needed.

    Things that get in the way of moving out of the stress response are emotional cruelty, physical violence, and a certain energy of scorn or contempt. All of these are essentially social threats that exacerbate shame and distress and make people more reticent to share their true feelings. What we often call “being judgmental” is this attitude of scorn or contempt, communicating a belief in some essential badness in a person for their choices rather than offering curiosity to understand why they are as they are.

    In mindfulness practice, the primary work is to practice offering to ourselves that inner witnessing, kindness, and acceptance with presence. We notice our thoughts, feelings, and sensations, and the stories we tell about these things. We do not act on them, except to be with the practice and continue breathing.

    When it comes to our behaviors, we may wish to make judgments, though it is helpful to move past a simplistic binary of “good” or “bad” and into a deeper reflection on how we feel about our behaviors and the consequences of our actions.

    If you are an alcoholic, for example, you could practice nonjudgmental observation of the craving to drink, and in many ways that okayness makes it easier to be with the craving without doing anything about it, until it naturally passes. What could be not okay is having the drink, and it could be not okay because you know from history that having the drink leads to a whole host of unwanted consequences and harms to you.

    Inner acceptance is the primary work that allows all of our conflicting parts to better work together. If we can offer that to others, that is lovely, but we cannot do that without boundaries, which requires judgment.

    Here we approach the paradox that I’ve been mulling over for most of 2020. There are limits of nonjudgmental tolerance, and there are limits of judgmental rage, and we’re sitting in all of it. Whether you think masking is a government conspiracy or you think anti-maskers are dangerous sociopaths, we still have to be in the same space with each other and we cannot control each other.

    Ruminating on how much you despise the other person’s beliefs and actions has very limited returns for one’s emotional equilibrium and wellbeing. At the same time, simply minding one’s business and not judging others’ actions may mean experiencing unwanted harms and risks.

    For example, I have great compassion for whatever people living alone are doing to get through the pandemic emotionally. Some of them have a pod, some of them are hooking up with people, some of them are prioritizing family.

    But if that person wants to come inside my house to hang out with me unmasked, then we encounter judgment and boundaries. I don’t think they are bad, but I have a risk management protocol that for me is doing reasonably okay at both helping me not to constantly ruminate every time I clear my throat (“This is it! I have COVID!”) while also not being utterly isolated. That protocol is a work in progress, but I need to have it, and it does not work for me to disrespect it. For us to meet, we would both have to renegotiate our boundaries and risks.

    It is easy to be kind and nonjudgmental toward another person’s choices when the consequences do not impact our own wellbeing and stability. And when those consequences do impact us, it is not wrong to have judgment and boundaries about what we will accept.

    This is one of the reasons why, even if you have a therapist friend or partner, you need your own therapist. In a social or intimate relationship we ideally meet to care for each other in a mutual way, to make decisions together that affect each other. A therapist has clearer boundaries and greater distance from the impact of your choices. Your professional therapist would not be personally hurt when you break relationships agreements. Your therapist lover would be.

    The kind of judgment that comes with boundary-setting feels harsh and angry to those of us unused to it, and when we try it out we may err on the side of too much rigidity and anger after years of too much timidity. We may set those initial boundaries from a place of making it about ourselves, like their behavior is something they did to us. Often we may feel our own guilt about having the boundary, which may lead to more brittleness. These conversations tend to communicate more of the contemptuous judgments.

    An image of a road on which is graffitied “Mask or Stay Home,” yet the graffiti is itself crossed out.

    There are certain problems, such as a global pandemic, when we cannot escape being impacted by others’ choices. If you think COVID is a hoax, you still have to deal with the economic contraction of stay at home orders and people being unwilling to risk their health. If you diligently follow all the public health recommendations, you still may be impacted when the hospitals are filled up with active COVID cases. Collective navigation of what we judge, what we support, can only be done through collective process, but on a personal level we need to find what we can do for ourselves within that process.

    It takes practice to get to a place of directness and dignity, and it may be surprising to learn that kindness and firmness need not be enemies but may indeed be very good friends. We do no one a service when we let ourselves be torn to shreds by our own caring and compassion. Firmness is also about being clear in what you are willing to offer and what expectations you have and accept. Kindness is also about not allowing people to disrespect and violate your boundaries in a way that will lead you to hate them if unchecked.

    Note: Gods & Radicals is having its end of the year sale, so you can pick up either or both of my books for a discount!

  • The Stigma of Mental Health Medications, Health, and Self

    Introduction: Stigma

    In the course of therapy, sometimes we reach a point in which one’s mental and emotional struggles are so overwhelming that it’s time, or past time, to consider the option of taking psychiatric medication. When I was growing up, psychiatric medication experienced a sort of revolution with the popularization of antidepressants such as Prozac and treatments for ADHD such as Ritalin. As is often the case when new technology and medication bursts onto the scene, some people run toward it with great enthusiasm, while others wring their hands in fear over what it will do to us as a species.

    When I was a depressed teenager considering medication, I listened to those arguments and my older Internet friends who passed their concerns along to me, and it made me resistant to trying. The fears they expressed, which I sat with, were that psychiatric drugs would strip us of our individuality or turn us into numb little sheep incapable of producing anything creative, beautiful, original, or courageous. Other concerns were that treating depression with medication put the blame solely internally—that it was me and my bad attitude that was the problem, not my circumstances.

    Fortunately, psychiatric medication has increasingly lost its stigma over the years and become more normalized, but these fears and concerns persist, and they often show up when people deep in their emotional suffering are invited to explore taking medication as an option.

    Before I go further, I want to clarify that I am a Master’s-level mental health clinician with no training in prescribing medications to care for mental and emotional distress. Thus I am not able to advise you on whether you should take medications or what to take. I can provide certain factual data supported by scientific evidence. And I can support you in how you think about and decide whether to take medication.

    As I’ve gone through my own journeys as a person and a therapist, I continue to think there are legitimate questions and skepticism around the psychiatric model of care, and at the same time there are very clear merits to treatment that should not be dismissed outright. When one is deep in emotional turmoil, stuck for a long time, there is no shame in taking medication as a part of one’s treatment plan. Psychotherapy is about learning to swim in the waters of the soul, but if you’re drowning, that is not the time to learn how to swim. The priority is to stop drowning.

    Yet concerns persist for those considering it: Am I becoming dependent on a bunch of chemicals? Will I lose what makes me me? Will I become numb and disconnected from reality? Am I betraying my authenticity?

    Concern: Chemicals

    A contradiction often unacknowledged by those concerned about becoming dependent on medication, often voiced as “chemicals,” is that they usually are already using substances to deal with their mental and emotional problems. Indeed, they’re often using drugs and alcohol, or behaviors like sex, shopping, gambling. What they’re not using are drugs prescribed by a trained physician or nurse practitioner, in an accountable and collaborative relationship.

    The concern about putting chemicals in one’s body may be a gloss over more nuanced concerns, but on its face it is incomplete. We are always putting chemicals in our body. Our mood and thoughts are shaped as much by the food we eat and the water we drink as they are by whatever else we put in our bodies.

    The irony is how often these unprescribed drugs reinforce and complicate problems. Alcohol is a depressant, but one frequently turned to by depressed people. Methamphetamines and opioids are chemicals that some bodies need support manufacturing, but taking them ad hoc from your friend behind the gas station is quite a different experience than taking them in a collaborative relationship with a prescribing physician who is informed about the secondary effects they may have on your body.

    Within these concerns is I think a mistrust of pharmaceuticals as “manufactured” or corporate-promoted chemicals with a bias toward “natural” things as being intrinsically better for us. About this, conversations are being had. But we may also again not notice the contradictions and unexamined assumptions we make. What does “nature” really mean? What does it mean for something to be processed or synthesized? Fermentation is a natural process, but alcohol in the form we consume it is not found in the wild. Nicotine is a plant whose overconsumption can really hurt our lungs and hearts, and depending on the brand of cigarettes, it may get paired with a whole host of other chemicals.

    Nature is a place of wonder and majesty, and a great deal of the natural world is fatal to humans. Our whole experience has been about navigating this ongoing tension, finding ways to make a safe place for ourselves and transform nature into what benefits us.

    Concern: Authenticity

    It is so strange that having mental or emotional distress often requires us to become little philosophers grappling with the big questions when all we may want is to get through the day without a panic attack. Who am I? What is authenticity? Am I my mental illness?

    Increasingly the word “authenticity” feels unhelpful to me, for I experience all of us as tiny worlds of rich, diverse, and contradictory parts of self. At the same time, there is something true about it. We can feel when we are not being ourselves—when all of our relationships are based on a facade that feels exhausting to maintain. When we are hiding from everyone in our life something true about ourselves, something about which we feel shame. That shame-based hiding of parts of self is I think what authenticity points toward. It’s not that the facade is not who I am, but it is only one part of me, and every part of me wants to be loved.

    I’ve noticed that this fear around losing authenticity seems particular to people suffering mood disorders such as depressive or Bipolar conditions. Very few folks experiencing intense anxiety and panic tend to identify with those parts of themselves in a protective way. Nevertheless, there is something about these mood states that do feel important, valuable, and sometimes the idea of medicating feels like abandoning those parts of us.

    This is a concern worthy of holding in awareness and paying attention to while you’re trying medications. It’s not one with a simple answer, but one that can only be explored by trying and staying in relationship with your care providers. In some cases, I’ve observed people feeling like the medication helps them to be more of themselves—they start to see how their manic or depressive parts took so much oxygen that there was little space for other parts of them. In some cases, folks seem to feel they can hold their moods more effectively, but the moods do not totally go away. In some cases, people feel numb and detached and decide this is a sign the particular medication is not right for them.

    The United States of Medication by Halacious, courtesy of Unsplash.com

    Concern: Agency

    Given our unique histories with authority, mental health providers and medical caregivers, we may not trust them to act in a way that’s collaborative and supporting our own health goals. We may fear that they’ll medicate us in a way that makes us numb, placated sheep, trying to kill our uniqueness and originality.

    These concerns are not irrational, and your concerns and desires should be included in any relationship you have with a health provider. If you are working with a medical provider you do not trust to listen to you, take your needs seriously, and support your health goals, then you have every right to be suspicious. I hope you are able to address that with your provider or find someone who is a better fit.

    It is appropriate to have some skepticism of any treatment. Assuming any kind of therapy or practice is the solution to all your problems is itself a big problem. At best, this ungrounded hope sets you up for disappointment that may lead you to give up too quickly when things get hard. At worst, the attitude makes you susceptible to snake oil peddlers and cult leaders willing to exploit your suffering for their profit and ego.

    Concern: Independence

    Trying psychiatric medication complicates our notions of independence in a few ways, one of which was addressed in the topic of “Agency” with regard to collaborating with medical providers versus deciding for one’s self what to do.

    The other complication is, I think, rooted in a Western notion of the ego that is incomplete. We have this bias of thinking that “Who I am,” my uniqueness, is this specific quality that needs to be protected from the devouring forces of the external world. On the other side of this idea is a fear that becoming dependent on something we cannot make ourselves, like a drug, means that we’ll be helpless and easily victimized.

    It’s very humbling to consider the possibility that our very experience of reality and truth may be determined by factors we cannot choose and manage alone, like our neurobiology, our diet, our environment, political realities, emotional contagion from the people around us, the historical age in which we live, our culture. If you believe in spiritual realities, you might add a whole host of other unconscious and unchosen influences.

    With all that we’ve been learning about the body and the Self in the past century, it’s clear to me that the Self is ecological, a microbiome within larger biomes. We’re a meatsack with a running nervous system, but we also house all manner of bacteria in our digestive system that weren’t made from our bodies or our DNA. And if they’re not doing well, they can really affect our mood. And without them, we’re screwed.

    For some, taking a psychiatric medication feels like an admission of defeat. They believe that strength and self-control means being able to dominate one’s mental and emotional states through sheer internal will. Yet I believe this to be a distortion of the nature of will. Will is more about how we do things than what we do. To decide to take a medication to offset the brain’s tendency to absorb too much serotonin, for example, is an act of will. It is making a conscious choice to utilize one’s available options toward one’s own goals, and requires consistent practice and follow-through.

    Conclusion: Health

    One aspect that becomes clear in these conversations is the painful way that morality gets blended with health, diminishing both. When we make the choice to use medication or not a commentary on our moral worth or virtue, we are in a bind that ironically means we care more about others’ judgments of us than our own wellbeing.

    If it works for you, if it makes your life better and moves you toward your health goals, who cares? That person who is judging you for needing medication? What do they know? Do they have to live with your brain every day?

    Illness is a natural state of the body, and much is beyond our control in terms of what tendencies we inherit toward physical and mental or emotional health. “Healthy” has become another word we substitute as a moralizing judgment on behavior, with rarely any clear foundation in science or grounded in the context of the individual’s actual health needs.

    There is no objective criteria for “health” that is universally agreed upon, and seeking such may not be useful. What is useful is identifying your health goals, and using those to evaluate what supports and interventions move you toward them. If you are satisfied with your health, then whatever structures you set up are working for you, whether that’s eating vegan and jogging daily, or whether that’s seeing three different therapists a week and taking meds twice a day.

    If your goal is to not think about suicide every day, you could try all kinds of things, including medication. There’s no one answer. For some people, certain medications increase suicidality, so that outcome would be unhelpful. Maybe it turns out taking dance classes was the better move. Maybe it turns out all you needed was Prozac for a few months. Maybe you just need a space away from oppressive assholes and be surrounded by people who love you. Maybe you need all of these things and medications.

    You get to decide what your health goals are, and you deserve to work with people who will help you think through all your options and find the right choices that work for you. Unfortunately, that can be a long process of trial and error even under ideal circumstances, and just the process of putting together a good health team may be a challenge.

    Whether you choose to try medication or not is your decision, but let it be your decision. Let it be an option that you consider fully.

  • Unbinding from Powerlessness, Rage, and Returning to Power

    Cynthia Wang of the Kellogg School at my alma mater, Northwestern University, has an academic interest in conspiracy thinking, and has engaged in a number of studies that have teased apart factors that influence the likelihood to conspiracy-mindedness. In a recent article, she suggests that people who feel disempowered or lacking in agency are more prone to finding conspiracies, both in the larger sense of what we think about as “conspiracy thinking” but also within their organizations. Wang’s prescription to address conspiracy mindedness is to work with the person to help them identify their goals and clear pathways to their goals, nurturing a sense of agency and personal control.

    Wang’s insight adds nuance to the suggestion that conspiracy thinking is a reaction against a world that feels discordant and beyond control, a way to establish control when agency feels far away. Jessica Stillman at Inc.com suggests Wang’s approach as a way of engaging with folks who have been enfolded into the QAnon conspiracy phenomenon, to help them think about goals and concrete steps they can take in their life.

    Overall, I agree that empowerment is a better move than arguing with the conspiracy itself. As we’ve learned through decades of research, once people form beliefs, those beliefs prove remarkably resilient even when they are factually disproven. Indeed there is evidence that arguing with someone’s belief using facts is more likely to reinforce that person’s belief than cause them to reflect and abandon it.

    Factually countering something like a conspiracy theory is like trying to weed dandelions by cutting them off at the stem. Unless we get all the way to the root, the dandelion will simply grow back. To be truly effective, we need to look to the roots, which requires a measure of compassion.

    What I find useful in such conversations is to recognize when we’ve become enmeshed in a battle for who defines reality and to pivot toward exploring the deeper motivations of the other person. The question I tend to use to do this pivot is some variation of, “(If all that you’re saying is true,) How does it affect you?” (The parenthetical comment is rarely spoken but for my own sake I remember that I am not necessarily embracing their reality.)

    When pivoting in this way, we need to commit to moving toward genuine curiosity and concern. Most people, I find, intuitively sense this is a disarming move and respond with some measure of wariness. If there’s a sense that there is an agenda to use the information against them, they’re not going to open up. In a sense, this pivot is about letting go of the effort to argue about realities and to become curious about what in the other person’s life is engendering the powerlessness that has made their reality attractive.

    If we can keep going, exploring where they feel powerless or stuck, we might be able to help simply by witnessing and caring about their feelings. Often this alone helps people to feel less isolated and overwhelmed, and helps them ground long enough to come up new ideas. You might ask if they’re interested in suggestions, or you might ask them more questions about where they feel stuck and if they have resources.

    What Wang suggests, and I find to be true, is that when we help address the underlying powerlessness, anger, and fear, and help each other find our own power, then the need for a grand theory of our powerlessness becomes less important. We also have opportunities to create solidarity with each other, or offer other suggestions for concrete actions that build power.

    Emotional Fatigue, Justice, and the Long Game

    The merit of learning approaches like Wang’s is that it gives us another way to intervene when we are advocating for change and encounter people who are extremely hostile or appear to inhabit a separate sphere of reality. When we cannot follow each others’ intellectual labyrinths, we can move into the territory of the heart and will, which tend to be more relatable and accessible.

    Debates about lizard people and time travel is not something I have any interest in, but I sure understand what it’s like to feel out of control and afraid about the way things are today. Instead of yelling at each other to think right or do better, we have an opportunity to help each other ground, remember what we want, and think about what paths are available to move toward that. From a public policy perspective, Wang’s insight points to the sense that much of our unrest today is rooted in a sense that our citizens do not know what is possible or how to pursue their goals.

    A green brick wall, attached to which is a surveillance camera. Photo by Edward Howell, courtesy of Unsplash.

    When I suggest this work, I hear from folks who are annoyed that I am asking them to do more emotional labor, especially with people who are harming them or seem bound to ignore them. In the case of QAnon, it is apparent that popular QAnon beliefs are retreads of long-running anti-Semitic tropes. The whole story of child sacrifice, sex cults, harvesting the blood of innocents to drink for their vitalizing powers, secret cabals of wealthy people—these get dragged out in different clothes during periods of social crisis to make Jewish people the scapegoats of larger tensions

    So am I asking Jewish people to be kind, thoughtful, and patient with QAnon supporters? No. I do not think anyone is obligated to coddle bigotry and scapegoating, especially not the people most impacted by it. And if someone has been striving to engage in the hard conversations and is feeling burnt out and tired of doing everyone else’s emotional work, I think it is better for the world if you focus on what restores your spirit and gives you strength and joy.

    In the long run, I have always been more interested in effectiveness than what feels emotionally satisfying. And sometimes being effective looks like “losing,” letting a battle go or end, not adding that parting shot, not jumping to the attack of every bit of misinformation or every baiting comment. Sometimes being effective means learning to let go of the noise of the ideology and redirect attention to the emotional and material roots from which these beliefs have grown.

    In working with misogynistic men, for example, it is not always effective to combat the misogynistic words directly. Instead, we may need to acknowledge and set aside the misogyny to seek out the unmet needs and feelings, the frustrations and the hurt. Once those deeper pains have been surfaced, we also discover the genuine urge for authentic connection, the genuine feelings of shame and guilt, and the possibility to help these men learn the skills they need to get these needs met for real.

    Another critique, related to the first, is that it is easier for privileged people to engage in the work of meeting a hostile person where they’re at and helping them identify their emotional needs, which is true. I would clarify by pointing toward why privilege makes it easier—it’s easy for people not directly impacted to set aside the aggression of the attack and go to the deeper need. It’s easier for me as a non-Jewish person to be patient in conversation when I am not at existential threat from anti-Semitism. All the more reason for me to be the one to do this, when I have the resources.

    I find the most persuasive conversations and movement happens when people can have honest conversations that are not polarizing, in which they feel heard and taken seriously—not necessarily their ideas, but the emotions beneath the ideas. I find these conversations really do not work in unmoderated public spaces like Facebook.

    And also I find these days it seems like you only get social justice credibility when you call people out in public spaces where others can see. A long-term, supportive yet confrontational kind of relating feels unfashionable and uncomfortable because it means that there are times we might choose to preserve the relationship instead of a direct attack, or to address things in private.

    For me, there are times I’ll wait until I sense the other person is open to hearing another perspective, and that could take a very long time. I do not always interrupt other people’s conversations and erode the relationship with arguments that are more likely to generate heat than light. I still make time to express my perspective in a space where I can set the frame for the conversation I want.

    And in the meantime, a part of me wonders what I would do if someone called me out in a public post and demand I account for my relationship with a person they consider problematic. My way of relating invites mistrust that we are simply collaborating with people like us, and that is a risk.

    Compassion is present, but compassion is not simply agreeing with everything a person says and making excuses because they’re having a hard week. What we see on the surface is not the entirety of the truth, and compassion gives us a pathway to the roots.

    I don’t believe public arguments and call-outs are intrinsically wrong. They are different tactics that serve different purposes, and have value in situations where a personal connection is impossible to establish or dangerous, or the community needs protection when the subject of the call-out has proven they cannot be accountable in good faith. Without strength, kindness loses its potency. But without kindness, strength is simple cruelty.

    Return to Power

    In conclusion, I feel Wang’s insight is applicable to many of us right now. Across the political spectrum, I see our extreme manifestations of terror, anger, and despondency as reactions to the instability of the ground on which we stand, and feeling a lack of agency in life. Sinking into the feelings of powerlessness and overwhelm, remembering your goals, and figuring out what concrete steps you can take toward your own goals have all become more important since the election of 2016, and since the pandemic almost a daily necessity. The problems facing us seem so huge and insurmountable that it crushes us.

    When we feel powerless, we are at risk of spinning out into anger, fear, and rage. We need to feel heard by someone who cares, who can then help us remember what agency we have in the world. If you can offer that to someone, that is wonderful. If you need that, think about who in your life might be able to offer that. If you cannot think of anyone, you might try the following:

    Notice your relationship to the ground. Notice how the ground is supporting you right now, and see if you can start slowing your breathing down. As you inhale, notice the tension you’re carrying in your body. Notice what feelings you’re having. As you exhale, see if you can let the ground take more of that tension. See if you can sink into that which you’re sitting upon and let it hold your weight. Notice your back.

    If you can, as you breathe in, imagine you can breathe into your belly center, our center of gravity and movement, a place of power in many traditions. Just breathe into your power, and let yourself be supported. Ask your body, what does it need right now? What would help?

    If an answer comes, see if you can make a plan to move toward that.

    If the answer seems impractical, ask yourself, how would I feel if I had this thing I need? And if you get an answer, imagine that you can breathe that feeling into your body. Imagine a time when you had that feeling, if needed, and see if you can give it room in yourself.

    Think about something you want, and one concrete step you could take today that could move you toward that want. Even if that want would be impossible to accomplish today, there could be one thing you do that moves you toward it. It could be an incredibly simple, small step. Do an Internet search about it. Find a book about it. The smallest step is the best step.

    If you can think of nothing else, look around your space for something you can clean, and clean it.

  • In Uncertainty, Return to Basics

    My Aikido dojo has been doing online practice classes since the lockdown began, a complex gift as it is such an embodied, connected practice; and yet some practice is better than no practice. In a recent class, Sensei had us do a basic staff strike, one I’d already practiced perhaps hundreds of times. “At this level of practice it should be a relief,” he said, like coming back to an old friend. comforting amidst the stressors of practicing at a higher level with greater intensity and depth.

    Foundational practices tend to be tedious and typically ones that enthusiastic beginners want to rush through on the way to getting to the real stuff. The glory stuff. The scary stuff. Yet it is these practices that never leave us, and make it possible to meet the demands of the heavy stuff. Basics never leave us. When we move into overwhelming complexity, we can return to them—for relief, but also as an opportunity to practice new depths, receive new teachings, and discover challenges we were too inexperienced to face before. In the basics are the entirety of the discipline.

    There is a practice I learned from my honored former spiritual teacher, which is available in their book Evolutionary Witchcraft, which has many variations. We use a cup of water, and intentional breathing. We identify that within us that needs cleansing, releasing, or forgiveness. We use toning of a sacred sound to enact that transformation.

    This is a practice I’ve also done perhaps hundreds of times and still am seeking to master. Recently I reflected on its components in the light of all that I’ve learned about the nervous system and the psyche since I first practiced it. Certain practices are found to soothe the stress response, bringing us to a state of calmness, such as toning or singing, drinking water, slowing down the breath, and consciously labeling our painful feelings. All of which is contained in this simple ritual.

    The explanation given as to how this practice “worked” was quite different from a discussion of vagal theory, with language that emerged from and reflected the spiritual and cultural context in which the practice was embedded. We have hundreds to thousands of practices like this, practices of our ancestors, which a post-“Enlightenment” rationalism dismissed as superstition, and now have “rediscovered” and packaged with fancier, scientific language. Now we talk about the vagal nerve, the parasympathetic nervous system, the hemispheres of the brain. Like it didn’t count until we could scientifically justify it.

    Even our current explanations as to why and how these practices “work” are wrong in some way that we’ve yet to discover. New paradigms will come that overturn our thinking and explanatory models. Yet no matter what we call it, or why we think it works, we’ll find that breathing slowly, soft gaze, drinking water, singing and chanting, dancing in community, and visualization affects us in a calming and enlivening way.

    We do not always have to understand intellectually how things work, or why they are, to benefit from the practice. Sometimes understanding emerges from engaging in the practice repeatedly, allowing it to teach us, watching how it shifts our experience. The practice always has something new to teach us.

    In a sense, our work is to both let the practice teach us, and to enliven the practice by passing it along with the language and knowing of the age in which we live.

    I am thinking of this, with great relief, in the midst of an existential crisis. The problems are enormous and overwhelming, greater than any one of us can solve, and right now the possibility of mass cooperation seems quite unlikely. I hear so many of us wondering what’s the point, why bother, and how we can meaningfully participate in this situation. I hear many of us hoping for there to be a clear answer and finding none.

    As a therapist, I’ve accumulated many tricks, pieces of sharp insight, and helpful knowings, and still there are times when sitting with a client and we reach a moment that feels so overwhelming and insoluble that we fall silent in the face of it. I feel both of us longing for a simple solution. And often, the best move is to return to a basic, foundational practice.

    For me, that is listening. Deeply. To seek understanding of the client, both who they are and where they struggle, on their own terms. Without that foundation of listening, attunement, and understanding, all the complex and exciting interventions fail.

    My greatest offering is to practice that deep listening, and in the listening and seeking to understand, a safety emerges that makes possible for the answers begin to unfold in their own time.

    It is a relief to return to the practice of simply listening, like reconnecting with an old friend. A friend who still has mysteries to teach and challenges to offer. The entirety of the therapeutic discipline is contained in learning to listen well. How do I know I am listening? How does the client know I am listening? What helps me to understand? What helps the client to feel understood? What emerges in that space when listening and understanding connect?

    You have your own work, your own disciplines that you follow, and I offer to you today the invitation to consider what your foundational practices are. What is a basic skill to which you can return? What can it teach you today about the work before you?

    If nothing else, remember that caring for yourself is a discipline and offers its own basics. Drinking enough water. Eating well. Sleep hygiene. Moving your body. Resting your body.

    A photo of a child in silhouette, playing a piano, by Kelly Sikkema, courtesy of Unsplash.com
  • Aggrieved Entitlement Syndrome

    For the consideration of the DSM*:

    This syndrome is marked by mild to severe psychological distress, anger, and antisocial behavior in response to encountering the boundaries, limits, and refusal of another person, whom will be referred to as “the target,” particularly when those boundaries, limits, and refusal challenge one’s perceived social superiority.

    AES is indicated when subject meets the following symptoms:

    1. Disregard for physical, emotional, social, or resource needs of others.
    2. Marked intolerance of stresses related to normal inconveniences such as waiting in line, experiencing an error in service, or hearing another person’s refusal in response to a request (such as asking for a date).
    3. Marked increases in reactivity when encountering a target’s emotional boundary or limitation, which may be expressed as one or more of the following:
      • Expressions of anger or contempt toward the targeted person, which may include dehumanizing language or accusations based in the target’s actual or perceived age, race, sex, gender identity, body type, class, or level of ability.
      • Requests to escalate complaints toward those with authority to harm the targeted person, including asking for a manager or calling the police.
      • Physically entering the space of the targeted person, raising one’s voice, physically striking or aggressing upon the target.
      • Publicizing one’s anger at the target to attempt to shame, humiliate, or hurt the target.
    4. Inability to tolerate and process feelings of shame, as evidenced by at least one of the following:
      • Inability to recognize responsibility for harm done to targeted person.
      • Refusal to apologize for antisocial behaviors.
      • Blaming antisocial behaviors on mental illness, medication, or other external factors.
      • Denial of one’s antisocial behaviors by claiming one cannot possibly be racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, ageist, or classist in contrast to statements made that evidence those attitudes.
      • Reframing self as victim of the form of discrimination or assault demonstrated through one’s own words and actions, including bouts of tearfulness when facing accountability for actions.
    5. These symptoms cause clinically significant distress for the target.
    6. The person demonstrating this dysregulation only evidences such behavior toward those they perceive to be socially, politically, or economically inferior; and not toward those they perceive to be equal to or greater to them in social power.

    *This is satire.