Who have you been pretending to be for all these years? For older patients, it's all about finding outby Anna Blundy / April 17, 2018 / Leave a comment
Published in May 2018 issue of Prospect Magazine
A walk in the rain with a 65-year-old relative. Climbing stiles, wading through mud—England. “But what if I go into therapy and find out that my son’s illness is all my fault?” she asked. I probably replied by saying something like: well, you said it, so you clearly feel it might be your fault. Therapy then might be more of a way of working through that guilt, accepting your own responsibility as well as understanding that there are things you couldn’t have done anything about.
People often wonder if really knowing about themselves will make them feel worse, but it’s not so much about better and worse, more about murky and clear. “Anyway,” she went on, squelching a welly out of the mud. “It’s too late.”
A psychiatrist I once shadowed described the age of 65 as “crazy time,” a bit like late teens, when a lot of people crash. If you can face the reality of death and get through the crisis, you can go on to have a fulfilling old age, she told me. I was 35 then and having enough trouble with the reality of life, never mind death. “It’s never too late,” she said.
Obviously, it’s too late for some things. It’s too late to realise your dreams, fulfil your potential, believe that anything’s possible and the other kinds of ludicrous crap that people wearing earpieces march around stages shouting about. Psychotherapy is more about understanding your dreams, accepting your limitations and acknowledging what is not possible than the TED talk fantasy version of life which leaves everyone feeling a failure.
I have an older…