Articles by Anna Blundy
My friend has been seeing her therapist for 30 years—and why not?
We were both listening for the unsaid, the nearly said and the accidentally said. We were both patient and analyst at the same time
There is plenty of literature supporting the acceptance of silence as resistance, as communication, even as a creative space
Where are the intimate relationships my analyst promised?
I used to feel as though my analyst was trying very hard to make me cry
"That’s the trouble with reading psychoanalytic theory—it’s impossible to dislike people without working out what projections of my own I’m throwing out"
It’s about not leaping into the material but bearing not knowing what to do; bearing not knowing how the situation will develop
Who is this person in whose mind I might occupy a small space and to whom I’ll tell my actual dreams?