This blog is about the implicit betrayal of traditional psychotherapy training, and how it lays the ground for a further necessary and explicit betrayal on the part of the nascent psychotherapist. The traditional route to becoming a psychotherapist involves several years - usually five - spent in training, hundreds of supervised practice hours, years of … Continue reading The double betrayal at the heart of becoming a psychotherapist
Introduction If you find the title disturbing then perhaps we are already friends. Friendship is after all a relationship made to disturb. If the title excites, we are perhaps friends who are yet to meet. And if it puts you off, we may have once been friends, but are unlikely to be so again. If … Continue reading Clients can become my best friends.
Psychotherapy is a conversation between two people who are both willing to become inarticulate. This can happen when trying to say something not yet thought, when experiencing ourselves in a new way, or as a new paradigm emerges. It can also be due to the limitations of language and grammar, or our grasp of them. … Continue reading “I am afraid we are not rid of God because we still have faith in grammar…”
I was not there when my therapy went up in smoke. Like most transformations, although it appeared as a moment, it was the manifestation of a much longer process. And whilst I did not witness first hand the incendiary moment, my therapist was able to tell me about it. I cannot remember what we were … Continue reading The day my therapy went up in smoke.
I have often wondered what you pay for when you pay me for psychotherapy. Perhaps: You pay me in the hope I cannot be bought. You pay me since not paying me would seem even odder. You pay me so you do not owe me, even if you think you do. You pay me to … Continue reading ‘What am I paying you for?’
A very short story about a man, a stranger and a herd of goats on a hill-side discussing internal voices, exorcism, angels, demons, multiplicity, integration, healing, listening, the self, the Bible, walking and amongst other things, animal husbandry.
This blog is about an interview I went to hoping to get work as a leadership and executive coach. It describes how the act of making myself invisible enabled the interviewer to see me.