"I know this all sounds like minor stuff, but, given where we started, it’s huge."by Anna Blundy / January 18, 2017 / Leave a comment
Published in February 2017 issue of Prospect Magazine
Psychotherapy works. There are studies that show this and there might be (crap) studies that show the opposite. Someone to talk to for the first time? Having a space in which to be seen and heard? The application of Freudian theory itself? Opinions differ. And in terms of “works,” well, it’s all relative.
But, purely anecdotally speaking, there does appear to be a common trajectory.
First, there’s a period of total denial that the problems that bring us to psychotherapy have anything to do with us personally. So someone with tattoos, piercings and a scowl says he can’t understand why people don’t warm to him. He is outraged at the suggestion that fear might make him need to be offputting. Or a woman who hates men believes it’s because they are uniformly awful, rather than wondering if the hatred has its origins in her. This phase goes on for ages.
Next, when we finally acknowledge that we do have a defensive system (mine was a petrifying combination of the above) we are able to start thinking about what this lead sarcophagus of a defensive structure that we’re dragging around might be for. This is the gruelling stage during which a lot of patients leave (I did—but I crawled back). Looking in the mirror, facing the past and present reality instead of pushing the family propaganda and wailing about the side-effects of our defences (usually chronic loneliness/liver failure) is acutely painful.
But then, for those who can plough through all that, there is a moment when a light seems to go on. It is awe-inspiring and it happened with a patient this week.
She’s been very unwell, with a history of early abuse followed by self-harm and addiction. Two years ago she had no memories at all from before about 13 years old (and she’s only 30…