Petronella Philips Devaney MA, Dip.Psych, MBACP (Regd), FCMI
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1 February 2014   

r3 (1)How important is place?
Let’s start with where we live. What type of a place? A flat, a house? A hostel? A log cabin? Or perhaps – recently becoming a more popular choice – a houseboat? And what about the furnishings, the pictures on the walls, the appliances, the outdoor space? And that big, big issue: location?

Obviously, they’re all extremely important. Where and how we live is a major indicator of who we are, how well we’re doing, our preferences – town or country? city or suburbs? – our taste, our style, what we can afford.

For many today, the question of a place to live is a matter of sheer survival, even in wealthy countries like the UK. Hard to believe that homelessness is an issue when properties are being bought and sold for tens of millions of pounds, but savagely true all the same.

Where we make our home is just one example of the importance of space. Anyone who runs their own business know that the right base can be the key to success or failure. Shops, restaurants, schools, theatres – they need to be in certain areas where the people they want to attract can find them. We therapists have other factors to consider as well.

Recently, I found myself unexpectedly having to look for a new base for my own practice. The very central, very comfortable and convenient consulting room I had used for almost a decade was abruptly no longer available. As I scoured the web for suitable rooms, many questions arose, questions I had not had to ask myself for a long time.

Top of the list, was the ambience of the therapeutic space. I remember once, when my main client group consisted of inmates in a London prison, a therapist who had also worked with offenders told me that on occasion she had carried out sessions in the equivalent of a broom cupboard (prisons aren’t, generally speaking, therapeutically friendly institutions) and they’d been good sessions too. I take my hat off to her, but I knew without a doubt there was no way I could work in a bleak or comfortless setting.
And attractiveness and comfort alone are not the whole story. The vibe has got to be right, too.

In an early Carlos Castanada book, the central character, while wandering the New Mexico desert to experiment with mind-expanding cactus plants and shamanic experiences (you see the therapy analogy!) he is warned by his guide, an old pueblo Indian, that the place one decides to stop for the night must be carefully chosen. If it is the right place, you will be safe; the wrong place, and you could find yourself in extreme danger. That resonated with me. I only have to look back on places where I’ve lived and worked – some beautiful and extraordinary, some far from fabulous -and I can see a clear pattern: the one’s that were right for me and the one’s that I somehow suspected – no matter how good they looked on the surface – that weren’t; and how each of them impacted on my life.

Miraculously, I found my new consulting space in just over a week. Within one more week, I was seeing clients there. It is different. Instead of having a room that is my own unique domain, I now share rooms with others in a thriving and popular therapy centre. So, a real change – and I have changed also. I have had to adapt.  At the start, I continually had to negotiate the time slots I needed for the week ahead. I had to make sure I protected my clients’ session spaces, and this became a focus of my work that previously did not exist.

I have now, happily, been allotted my own set room, days and times. But this added task and responsibility, this interaction with the reality of constantly creating space, was an experience that opened me up, energised me. Sometimes it felt like a real hassle, but it always worked out in the end. The people at the Centre were genuinely helpful and understanding, and they welcomed us. Now there is a new dynamic in the way I work, and I feel my practice has entered a whole new phase.

Being forced to move is not a prospect anyone relishes. But without that experience, I might not have known – except theoretically –  how much my approach to my practice, and to my clients, is affected by setting. Sometimes we need to move without realising it. A place that once seemed so perfect can turn into a dangerous comfort zone, and suddenly it is not the right place any longer.
I now see the process of having to leave my previous, much appreciated room as an exciting gift, presenting me with a range of new possibilities, and I am truly thankful for it.

 

Uncomfortably Numb

17 January 2014   

Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?

Not so long ago, it was considered extremely bad form to talk about feelings – even more so to put them on display. Back then, the stiff upper lip prevailed. When I was very young, I remember hearing someone talking about a neighbour whose husband had recently died. ‘You’d never know to see her,’ they said, admiringly. ‘Carrying on just as normal. A real lady!’ Yes, keeping your feelings under wraps was considered the dignified and proper thing to do.

And if that’s how ‘real ladies’ behaved, you can treble it for men! ‘Boys don’t cry’ – how strongly was that drummed into fifty per cent of the population?

Well, things have certainly changed. Everyone from politicians to business leaders, celebs and ‘civilians’ of every description, are letting it all hang out. Emotions, it seems, have gone completely off the scale. Floods of tears, whether at the winning of an award or a soppy TV ad, have become perfectly normal – even expected! – whether you’re male or female. The concepts of ‘dignity’ and the stiff upper lip have become things of the past. And rightly so, many would say.

But strangely, it’s a different scenario in the consulting room. What I’m hearing a lot, is clients saying they’ve lost touch with their feelings. It seems as if, in this avalanch of emotion, as individuals something vital has got disconnected. Overloaded with information about others’ emotions, and manipulated by sentimental movies and heart-wrenching TV and news items, it’s our own feelings we can no longer locate. This in turn is taking a terrible toll on relationships, as can be seen in the case of marriage breakdown: one in every two now ending in divorce.

So, we have people experiencing high levels of painful stress and distress, enough to bring them into therapy or counselling, but unable to connect with the underlying feelings that have caused it. To mis-quote the title of a Pink Floyd song, we have become uncomfortably numb.

In the same song, though, there are a few lines that almost mystically point to a potential cure for this very 21st century condition:

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone…

But actually – thankfully! – the dream isn’t completely gone. It still exists, somewhere deep inside, together with the little child we once were.

The therapeutic journey is many things, and among them it’s a search for that dream we glimpsed and sometimes vaguely remember. It’s a dream worth looking for, because in the end it holds the key that unlocks our own hearts. It can heal the uncomfortable numbness, and lead to a better understanding of what’s happening under the surface of our lives;  to the sense of fulfillment we all need and seek.