Tag: self expression

  • Two Ways of Looking at The Art of Counselling

    Holistic on the left. Psychoneuroimmunoendocrinology on the right

    The picture above shows how AI art interprets two very different words. They both mean the same thing. The long psycho word is just the medical term for how all the various human systems work together, as explained here.

    Psychoneuroimmunoendocrinology, which was first described in 1936, is the study of the interactions between the psyche, neural and endocrine functions and immune responses.

    Whereas Holistic therapy means something like this

    β€˜Holistic’ originates from the Greek root β€˜holos’, which translates as β€˜whole’. Therefore, β€˜holistic therapy’ is an umbrella term for any healthcare therapies and practices that treat the entire body and the whole person, rather than curing ailments in isolation as modern medicine does.

    The first perspective comes from the medical world, whilst the second originates from the world of Humanistic Therapy.

    Humanistic therapy is a mental health approach that emphasizes the importance of being your true self in order to lead the most fulfilling life. It’s based on the principle that everyone has their own unique way of looking at the world. This view can impact your choices and actions.

    The Art of Counselling as of 2022

    As a recently trained counsellor but someone very experienced in the world of mental health, I have studied the science of Counselling in depth. And the conclusion I have come to after 35 years is that it is not a science. It is an art.

    Making it science is the medical and academic world’s way of corralling and branding it, like gathering and taming wild horses ready for market. Once corralled, the horses are weighed and tested and compared with each other. In the process, however, you have restricted their freedom and taken away their autonomy. The horses that have survived unaided on the plains for 55 million years are now domesticated and dependent on humans for survival.

    These images for psychology paint a grim picture.

    Image created by the author on Midjourney

    Creative Counselling can give you back your freedom.

    Art is ever-changing. Techniques and materials come and go and fall in and out of fashion. With the coming of AI art, I can summon up the pictures in this article with a few words as a prompt. I do not have to restrict myself to one particular school of art or material. I can be creative in the moment and follow any threads that interest me.

    The same is true of Counselling. I clarify to my clients that I do not restrict myself to any particular branch of psychotherapy. My focus is firmly on providing each client with exactly what they need. If I counsel you, then your inner world is the focus of my attention. You can take it in any direction you wish. I will follow along, noticing patterns and nuance, cheering for your success and listening and encouraging you while you untangle your confused thoughts and feelings.

    By painting a picture with your words to your counsellor, you may or may not understand yourself better rationally, but you cannot take away the fact that you have painted the picture. You have chosen the materials, the tools and the pallet. You have allowed yourself to be creative and maybe surprised yourself with some of the images that have arisen.

    Image created by the author in Midjourney

    The creative process makes a difference.

    Many clients arrive on my doorstep like those corralled horses I described above. They have learnt to survive in captivity, which is all they know. They seem unaware that the gate is wide open and freedom awaits. If they are aware of the open gate, they are afraid to step away from the safety of the corral. The regular meals, rules and routines have embedded themselves as an illusion of safety.

    For some, their childhood was not safe physically or emotionally, but even so, they cling to it like a punctured liferaft, afraid of stepping out into the unknown.

    There is no doubt that the gate is open and all they have to do is step through. The creative process is all about exploring the unknown. In the picture on the right below, my conscious mind was aiming for three horses in a corral. By some magical, mystical process between me and the AI server, a human face appeared in place of one of the horses. The image expressed what I wanted to say so much better than the one I had intended to create. I had allowed chance and randomness to lead me into the unknown, and the result was far more potent than I had planned.

    Image created by the author on Midjourney

    Identifying Counsellors who work creatively

    I think all I can suggest here is to avoid narrow specialisms. I will not name specific therapies to avoid, but you are more likely to find a creative therapist if they call themselves Integrative, Pluralistic or Eclectic. I don’t use any of those labels for myself. I prefer to call myself a Counsellor and leave it at that.

    If you ask for a description of my way of working, I will tell you I follow your lead and work with any approach I feel you need. I could list all the therapeutic approaches I know well, but often, that can be confusing. There are broad misconceptions about many of the therapies that hold specific labels.

    Maybe I should show you the two pictures below and say I will help you look beyond the window that marks the confines of your present world. I will help you imagine the freedom and colour of that alternative future, to get used to its smell and weight. When you eventually leave your present constraints behind, it will be like walking into something new with a trusted friend. You will realise that your trusted friend has always been there. You will realise that all I have done is help you to find something you already had.

    Image created by Author on Midjourney.

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  • Being In Relationship

    It’s not about dating apps

    people dancing in a colourful room
    Image created by author on Midjourney

    Dating apps convince you that you are doing a relationship, but that is quite a different thing from being in a relationship.

    Being in relationship

    We will take a few steps back and look at everything it takes to be in a relationship with others. Maybe you can dump the apps and start living a life where you nurture your relationship with yourself first, and every other relationship flows from that.

    Take a few more steps back to see the moment you were born. Yeah, that moment. The only relationship you had was with your mother from the inside to the outside. All sorts of stuff can kick off there. You are ripe for abandonment, neglect, abuse or being hurt. Maybe you were lucky and got a lovely big dose of care and attention, and then a bit further down the line, it all went a bit weird. Yeah, I can’t seem to write even one sentence with a fairytale ending.

    Whatever you had to go through was your relationship training ground. Every cell in your body grew in childhood and took on patterns and relationships from your environment.

    Childhood is your training ground for relationships

    My family were not touchy-feely. My parents restricted physical contact to functionality. A boil on the bum meant I could lie across my mum’s lap while she took a needle to it. Being a bit pathetic at drying myself after a bath meant I got a good roughing up with a towel.

    I needed touch then, and I still need it now. Do those strategies born of neediness still creep into every relationship? You bet they do.

    What have you dragged from your childhood into every adult relationship?

    Do all your romantic partners start out wonderful and then begin to metamorphose into someone with many similar characteristics to one or both of your parents?

    Lots of things are going on here. Your childhood is your training ground for relationships. You learn how to interpret and live with your emotions in connection with those around you as a child.

    When you move into independent adulthood, you are naturally drawn to relationships that reflect your relationship with your parents and family. You feel safe there. It is familiar. You have spent almost 20 years surviving in a particular relational environment. All your responses, habits and behaviour patterns have been integrated into your body/mind as a safe and sensible approach to life.

    One of my survival techniques or patterns was to be the peacemaker, keep a low profile, and be calm in the face of chaos. This is a handy set of characteristics when growing up in a large, noisy and mildly dysfunctional family. It is quite an attractive characteristic; as an adult, it has drawn many people to me.

    But what is the downside?

    What am I missing out on ?

    What am I dragging into all relationships as a result?

    Recognising the relational baggage you carry

    There are different approaches to this task depending on your processing style.

    1. Thinkers: Look at your thoughts around relationships. What do you believe about yourself? What do you believe about others?
    2. Feelers: Visualise interactions with a parent when you were a child. What do you feel as you negotiate these moments in time? Do you recognise these feelings in current relationships in the workplace or in your social life?
    3. Action takers: List the times in childhood when you could not take action, were frozen or took yourself away from situations that immobilised you. Do you now avoid similar problems, or have you begun to face them?
    4. Seekers: Imagine you are carrying a large backpack on a long journey. You set it down, take out each item in the pack, and lay it in front of you. Explore what each item represents.

    Whatever your baggage, your current relationships are influenced by what you carry.

    I can’t advise you what to do next.

    You have recognised a belief or an obstacle, a recurring feeling of discomfort or a symbolic item you brought with you from childhood into your life as an adult.

    Now is your opportunity to transform that, and only you know how. It may be that by simply recognising the thought, feeling, obstacle or symbol, you can acknowledge the echo from the past and decide whether it is helpful to you now in the present.

    You may need to start by going through a process where you develop a stronger, more loving relationship with yourself. Notice when you judge yourself, regard yourself in a negative light, or behave in a way that does not reflect your true self.

    I recognise and acknowledge that my relationship with myself is where all other relationships begin or fail.

    My ongoing challenges and how I meet them

    I often find myself in communication, where my automatic response is to keep the peace. I walk away from challenging conversations and avoid confronting bad practices or behaviour. I resign rather than negotiate further. I give in rather than argue.

    I am now noticing my responses, but instead of shutting down or stepping away, I acknowledge what I am feeling to myself. This is often enough. If I am feeling threatened or attacked, acknowledging the feeling is enough to stop me from reacting in my usual way. I can stay in the conversation. I can gather my thoughts and find ways to express myself that connect me to that person rather than create a wall.

    Whatever your relationship challenge, dating apps will not solve it. Focus on your relationship with yourself, and maybe dating apps will be a useful tool to get you out there and practise your new skill of being in relationship.

    If you need more help, get in touch

    First published in Medium September 2022

  • Father’s Day Is A Nightmare

    But brings back precious memories

    John Walter πŸ“£

    Jun 23 Β· 4 min read

    Photograph of John Walter, author of the article and his daughter, Holly.
    Holly and me – by author

    I have two daughters. Holly lived life on full throttle for 28 years and then stopped. Two years after this photograph on a hot summer morning, she sent her last text to me, β€œLove you, daddy”, and took her own life. Like everything she did, Holly thoroughly researched and planned this final act, and it was sure to be successful.

    She won’t send me a card, text, or Whatsapp message for my third Father’s Day. So I sit here sifting through memories and wondering what it means to be a dad, father, daddy.

    She trained me well. I had strict instructions to prepare my wedding speech and write notes. She didn’t want any of that improvised waffly nonsense I was famous for. It worked, and I delivered a humdinger. I was the father of the day.

    Now I am a bereaved father, and no one has written a manual for that, and I haven’t got Holly to tell me how to do it. So I can’t ring her up and ask her to talk me through the steps like she did when she organised that cheap phone for me through her insurance.

    An anecdote in the wedding speech recalled a time when four girls were in the bath. Holly was the youngest, but her strength of personality was such that the three other girls started chanting and splashing the water.
    β€œHolly is the boss! Holly is the boss!”

    At times of indecision, all of us still have the thought, β€œWhat would Holly do?

    I have lost my centre. I have lost the guidebook. I am a tourist that does not want to be on holiday. Not here. Not now.

    Father’s Day arrived with a card from my eldest daughter and was soon followed by a phone call. But it all feels messy. How can I love one daughter without the other? So I spend the day with sadness dragging around my feet and love and joy carrying me forward in a lurching fashion.

    I walk to the cliffs and watch the local youth surfing some beautiful waves. I want to be out there with them, but I know my balance and bones won’t allow that. So I sit in the Cornish mizzle, a spectator on life.

    Holly’s death has been a catalyst that has transformed my life. The week after she died, I signed up for a Counselling course. Tomorrow I hand in my last bit of written work. Yesterday I attended an induction course for a new job I will soon begin as a counsellor for young people.

    Before Holly died, I was directionless, downsized, living in a beautiful place, a retired teacher who never wanted to teach again.

    The trauma of Holly taking her own life was like a lightning strike that energised me and reconnected me with my passion.

    I am a father. Of course, I doubt whether I did a good enough job.

    I have days of obsessing around the details of a conversation. Would it have made a difference if I had said …? Could I have changed the course of her life?

    That question feels rich when it is so tricky to affect any change to the course of my own life. How could I possibly manufacture a perfect upbringing for my children? My own childhood was pretty idyllic and privileged, but something was missing, meaning I have never felt fulfilled or entirely content.

    If it has taken me over 50 years and many hours of therapy to get to that realisation and still not pin it down exactly to specific causes, what hope was there of single-handedly creating the perfect environment for my children?

    I have learnt a powerful lesson from my counselling training about being congruent. This is one of the core conditions of Person-centred counselling. As a teacher, I was not congruent. My authentic self sat on the sidelines while I trundled out government-approved garbage.

    As a counsellor, I can be congruent. I can be my authentic self. I can notice how I am thinking and feeling when I am with a client. Then, rather than deflecting or dismissing those thoughts and feelings, I can make decisions in the moment on whether it is helpful to share them.

    I wish I had developed that skill while Holly was still alive. I have so many memories of conversations with her that started well and then seemed to hit a brick wall. So often with a cheery smile and β€œI’m fine.” Maybe my counselling skills could have created a chink in that wall that we could have worked on over the years.

    I am under no illusions, though. Just because someone is labelled father doesn’t mean they necessarily have any control or rights over their progeny. Congruent or not, every child is an independent living being with their own path to follow.

    Father’s day passes, and I know I love being a father, whatever form it takes. But, I also know there is more to it than those traditional roles of breadwinner and protector. Sometimes I was so focused on breadwinning that I failed to protect. Sometimes everything was out of kilter, but I was there. I stayed present.

    Holly β€” I wouldn’t have missed your wedding for the world. I still treasure the 60th birthday lunch you organised at Ronnie Scotts. I even treasure memories of you moaning all the way on a walk around the Lizard. I love the videos of you singing with your choir and the memories of family harmonies in the car.

    I wish I could have spoken to you on Father’s day but hey! Thank you for all those beautiful memories over 28 years.

  • Finding Your Voice

    Do you unconsciously limit your self-expression?

    John Walter ⭐Jan 16 Β· 5 min read [First published in The Ascent – Medium]

    Image by Dawnyell Reese from Pixabay

    The medium doesn’t matter. As an artist, a musician, a writer or as a human being, you reach your full potential when you find your voice.

    Most of us never do. Some, like me, think we have found it only to discover years later that we are still hitting invisible barriers in every aspect of our self-expression.

    I am a musician and writer. I have recognised that the significant shifts in my creative expression, have come not from some artistic revelation or inspiration, but a conversation with a coach or counsellor. My self-awareness and emotional literacy have a direct, measurable correlation to my creative expression.

    So below is a little process I go through when I feel I have lost my voice in some way.

    First Question:

    Is there any space between stimulus and response when you are speaking?

    In 2000 a coach asked, β€œWhy, when I ask you a question, do you look away for a moment before answering?”

    in 2020 my counsellor observed β€œWhen I asked you about your feelings, it was as if you took a step away from yourself. You seemed to observe your feelings from a distance and then return to yourself to answer.”

    The exploration prompted by these professional interventions caused a massive shift in my freedom of expression.

    Second Question:

    What is happening in that space?

    What is your body doing? What are the thoughts? What is the present emotion?

    In 2000 my eyes would look up or to the side. I could sense anxiety or fear. It was challenging to be specific about thoughts that happened in a millisecond, but I had an idea I was censoring myself, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

    In 2020 it was different. My eyes still did that thing, but there was no anxiety or fear. I had experienced 20 years of being fearless in my speaking. Now there was sadness and pain. I was still censoring myself! It was extraordinary my counsellor had asked the same fundamental question 20 years later. I thought I had dealt with that!

    Third Question:

    When did you first do that?

    Do not consider this as a history question. What flashes into your mind Don’t censor don’t judge, don’t even think about it. Let your unconscious give you the answer.

    In 2000 I had a picture of my childhood dining table on a Sunday night.

    Father sat at one end, mother and seven children around the edge. Walls a deep red, table a dark old wooden affair. I was sat on a bench, an older brother on either side. No one was talking. Above the always warm stove was a smudge on the wall β€” the smudge marks where Father’s dinner plate had once made violent contact followed by an unintelligible parental tirade.

    The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner.

    Margaret Atwood

    For a while, Father experimented with cooking Sunday dinner for all of us. On this occasion, it was a casserole. Whole Brussel Sprouts were bobbing around in it, completely uncooked. We all watched our father. As soon as he looked away from me, I snatched the uncooked sprout from my mouth, and before he looked up, it was safely in my pocket. All seven children were following the same procedure.

    I was terrified at what he may unleash if he thought there was anything less than total appreciation of the remarkable results of his torturous culinary afternoon.

    The nature of our terror was such that even out in the garden later, as we each discreetly searched for a place to deposit the offending sprouts, there was no giggling or relief, no relaxing of the tension. This behaviour was severe survival mechanisms kicking in.

    Fourth Question:

    Is there a way you can resolve or complete this?

    The thing to do here is to look at this historical incident. Don’t worry if it is half-remembered. It could even be some fantasy you have created because reality is too painful to contemplate. Whatever it is, you need to let it go. It is still driving your life.

    The situation no longer exists. It may require forgiveness. You could use a ritual like writing it on paper and burning it. You could speak to the people involved. Whatever works for you.

    I had not spoken to my father for many years. He was no longer any threat. If I visited for a meal, he would drift off to the front room to watch television, and I would sit and chat with my mother.

    So I arranged to visit on a day I knew she was going out for part of the evening. I had a simple plan. I was going to talk to him. I wanted to experience the freedom of communicating, without that feeling of terror that was there in childhood.

    We ate a simple meal together chatting happily and then he did his usual thing of sitting in the front room and turning the telly on. β€œWhat do you want to watch?” he asked, picking up the television magazine.

    β€œYou know what? I think I’d rather sit here and chat.”

    And there we were. No big drama, no hysterics, just a father and son talking about their lives together and sharing their experiences.

    Extra Bonus Question:

    What do you need to keep this in place?

    This epiphany with my father marks a point in my life where I moved from struggling with circumstances to living a life I loved. I spoke my truth. I had found my voice. I created a successful music business which served me well for 13 years.

    Circumstances change. For me, my business collapsed in the recession, and I found it challenging to create an alternative successful career path.

    2020 β€” After several years of struggling with difficult circumstances such as health issues and bereavement, I am back with a counsellor. The questions are the same, but the answers are not. It leads me to wonder if there is a way I could have used these four questions to keep my authentic voice ringing out.

    Creativity is a fluctuating process. I have ridden a roller coaster. My lesson now is to keep returning to these four questions when blocks arise. In my speech, piano playing, singing, writing, cooking, whatever it is.

    Is there a millisecond space between an idea and its execution where I am censoring, judging, criticising or otherwise sabotaging my authentic voice?

    β€œWhen we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us. We’ve been raised to question what we know, to discount and discredit the authority of our gut.” β€” Terry Tempest Williams

    2020 marks a new beginning for me. Reconnecting with my soul and helping others to do the same.