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“Well, my mind is goin’ through them changes”

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“For there’s a change in the weather. There’s a change in the sea. So from now on there’ll be in change in me”. This the time of year when there are quick increases and decreases in temperature. It can be sunny and eighty degrees and then rainy and forty. Weathermen talk about high and low pressure fronts moving in. Huge rainstorms related to El Nino and man made climate change are shown on very detailed TV screens. It all sounds very scientific until you have to experience it. Changes in our own moods can be like that and can be very difficult to deal with for all of us. Why is it that one day you can be happy and everything looks wonderful and the next you feel as if you are in Death Valley ? Bi-Polar Illness ,or Manic-Depressive disorder as it used to be called, is a very popular illness. Countless celebrities claim to have it. It is constantly used as a defense in criminal cases ,but how much of it is real. It used to be that all it took was one “manic” episode over a lifetime to be diagnosed with it. Now there are various gradations of the condition.

I remember the extremes. There was a man trying to row his small fishing boat across his grass-covered lawn; another man tried to convince the psychiatric unit that he had discovered a new theory of relativity. There was a man who was a top advertising executive. He refused to take any medications because he was most successful when he was in a manic phase. Then there are the cases where people really do get into trouble. There were suicides from people in extreme depressive states. There was a nurse who had literally crawled out of her illness and was managed quite well on meds. She became a top flight psych nurse and was the head nurse at her hospital. She had been managed on lithium for years, but then the lithium began to attack her kidneys. Other meds were tried, but none of them worked as well . She had a series of severe manic episodes and lost everything. She has now been on psychiatric disability for years.

One man came into my office extremely upset because the FBI and CIA had targeted him and were eavesdropping on his phone calls and all of his conversations. He was convinced that there were even listening in on our conversation. He was thankful that he always carried a gun to protect himself. After much maneuvering and convincing, he finally agreed to go into the hospital. He improved and stabilized, but he was furious when he found out that his hospitalization had cost him the ability to own firearms. After a few years he was able to get that privilege back, but he continued to bring it up in therapy and still had a real distrust of the government and all health care providers.

I think it’s the loss of ability to reality test that is the concern. The extremes that end up as psychoses can be pretty obvious. When you talk to someone in the middle of a cycle, they really don’t want to accept that there is anything wrong with them. Everything seems logical and they cannot understand why you don’t “get it”. Some people have milder forms of the illness. They can either go on meds or not. They seem able to deal with the sudden mood swings. One woman said that for her it was seasonal. Every spring and in late fall she would experience this. Another person had a bad experience with a recreational drug that triggered his manic episode. For him it was inability to sleep, heightened irritability. For some people it is compulsive shopping, gambling , promiscuity, poor judgment. These episodes can often lead to comments like “What the hell is wrong with you ?” No incident of the illness is exactly the same. I think that is why mental illness is so poorly judged.

Measles, Chicken Pox, Intestinal Flu all have symptoms that can be seen and measured. This doesn’t happen so much with mental illness. It is hard to measure someone’s internal state. Years ago there was a patient who tried to explain this to some of his friends. They couldn’t understand why he couldn’t drink. He tried to tell his friends that when he drank he “broke out”. When they asked his what kind of break out, he told them “I break out windows ,doors and peoples teeth!”  His friends suddenly were not quite so enthusiastic in pushing him to drink.

Unfortunately most mental illness cant be explained like that. There is no one answer. If you are going thru it, don’t give up, there is help. Just try and be open to the possibility of things getting better. Hope and support are probably the best medicines we have. Just keep trying.

“Just a Castaway”

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How do you start again ? Over the years many patients came to see me dealing with break-ups , divorces, deaths of a spouse. I also had many people laid off from work , or on long strikes. One of the large corporations in the area had a number of long strikes that caused much conflict. Workers who had been at this company for over 20 years suddenly had to make a decision to go without a paycheck or to “cross” union lines. If they stayed out their families were at risk because of loss of financial support.. If they crossed they were immediately at risk of losing support of their friends of many years. Even after the strikes were over, the workers who crossed were not accepted back. They were ignored, insulted and some were even attacked. There were family members who stopped speaking to them. There were two brothers who had worked at the same company for many years. During the strike ,one of the brothers crossed and returned to work. His brother stopped speaking to him and told him he was no longer a member of the family. This has now lasted almost 15 years.

When someone does suffer such a loss of relationship ,or support ,they often feel totally overwhelmed . They can think of no way thru their loss. I saw people who totally withdrew and would avoid all human contact except for work or family obligations. One man, after his second divorce , literally had no contact with anyone outside of his work for over 20 years. He would go to work—to a job he hated- work his shift, come home, eat go to sleep, get up and do it again. On weekends he wouldn’t leave his house. He wouldn’t be able to sleep on Sunday nights knowing he would have to get up and go to work. His company began to have financial problems and laid off most of their workers. When he was laid off he became suicidal because he had lost the one social support that he had. He tried to get other jobs, but he would only be able to work for brief periods of time before breaking down again. Medication and therapy did help by assisting him to develop a minimal schedule for his life, but he is still extremely withdrawn. It might sound easy to get over it and start again, but it’s really not.

Another woman began a series of one-night stands after the break-up from her boyfriend. This boyfriend had been violent and manipulative. She had stayed and put up with him hoping he would change. He finally left and blamed her. She was devastated and the only solution she could think of was to find someone else quickly to ease her pain. She went thru many men until she hit her own wall and began therapy to find another way. Often these people would talk about no one being able to understand. One woman talked about this gigantic hole in the middle of her heart. She tried to fill it with men, with alcohol, and with drugs, but nothing worked .

I don’t know if there is a good way to start again. Maybe the best way is not to. I would always tell people after a divorce to not date for a while. I wanted them to work thru the pain and the loss. There was a very wise nurse at the hospital who would tell our patients that after a loss you had to go thru a year of holidays, birthdays, anniversaries. This was specifically about death of a loved one. We began to use it around loss of relationship issues and found that it seemed to fit. Divorce is often like a death. I had one woman tell our group in a joking way “It would have been better if he had died”. When no one laughed she was able to process that she really did mean this.

Loss is hard and pain is not fun. Nietzsche’s famous quote about what doesn’t kill you makes you strong does have some validity, but not at the beginning. In the beginning you need support. Often when an animal is hurt it tries to hide. When a person is hurt that may be the first response, but it is usually wrong. You want to get rid of the hurt as soon as you can, but it takes time. Try and find someone safe to talk to. You don’t need just another shoulder to cry on, you need people who can listen and offer support and sometimes give a shove in the right direction. Most of us have gone thru this in one way or another. No one can say they experienced your specific loss, but we all know what pain is like. There are a “hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore”. It’s not that “misery loves company” as much as we each need to find a way to get the support and find the right path thru the loss.

Silver Threads

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I suppose this is the time for me to begin thinking about this, but I just don’t picture myself as old yet. Some days it is more difficult to get moving and some days my aches and pains are more evident. Some days it is harder to remember even the simplest things, but my wife says I have always been like that. I don’t think of myself as almost 70. I don’t know what age I am. I am certainly not 21 or 31. Maybe I’m still really only in my 50s. Some days it feels like that and on my good days maybe only in my 40s.However when I look in the mirror I now see some hairs that are no longer just grey. They are white. I have thought about the beard darkener that is advertised on TV, but I would probably end up with a green beard or one that glows in the dark. This adjustment to ageing is still a challenge. I am still fascinated by how others work thru this. Maybe the real secret is not to think about it, but then I think I would be missing something important.

Erick Erickson’s last stage of development is Ego Integrity vs. Despair. Hopefully this is where you can contemplate a positive summation of life. I remember many patients who had difficulty with this and many who were able to achieve it. There was a woman in her mid 70s trying to work thru the death of her husband. He had been a very successful businessman and had died of progressive heart disease at 76. She had a very difficult time with this and began to use alcohol to cope. Her children were very concerned and sent her to us. She was able to stop drinking and maintain sobriety. She was also able to work thru some of her grief. The more she talked about her husband the more she laughed. One day she came in and told me it had been a difficult week. She told me “yesterday would have been our 52nd anniversary”. She also told me that their wedding picture was on the fireplace mantle in her home. “I still talk to him every day— I met him when I was 15 and was never with another man—do you think I’m crazy?” I offered her much support and as the therapy continued, she continued to talk to her late husband. She still felt the tremendous loss but was able to focus on the many positives of their life together.

During that same week the clinic received an emergency call re an 81 y/o man. His son was quite concerned and asked for a work in appointment for his father. The son said that both his mother and father were no longer able to live independently. The mother had just had a small stroke. He had found an assisted living facility that would take both of them, but his father didn’t want to go and had even hinted at suicide. The assisted living facility did not want to take the father until he had been assessed. When I talked to the father I told him we could help him with his depression and arrange for the transfer. He said, “You don’t understand—we have had a terrible marriage. My wife is an awful person and has made my life a living hell. Now they want to put us in a place where we can die together!!” His son agreed that his parent’s marriage had not been good. The mother was transferred, but the father continued to live in the family home. According to the son he seemed much happier.

Relationships can obviously have much to do with general life satisfaction. One of the most important decisions we can make is about our life partner. There are many stories of people in long marriages dying within a year of each other. Yet it still depends on how you define yourself and where meaning in life comes from. Relationships are not the only way to judge a positive life. There was another patient who was a very successful chemical engineer. He had developed many products and even had his own specific patents. When he retired he was overcome with depression. Due to his commitment to his work, his marriage was in second place and after the birth of their two children it fell even further down his list of priorities. When he retired he realized that his wife had developed her own separate life. His adult children had moved away and he had nothing. He began his own consulting firm and this helped. He also developed a real interest in bridge and joined some of the bridge groups in his area. He continued in therapy for many years. He finally accepted his responsibility in what had happened in his marriage, but neither he nor his wife really wanted to change. They were content in the way their lives had developed.

My brothers-in-law and I have an acquaintance that can’t understand how we all decided to retire. He even suggested that we start another business “just to keep you all busy”. He has his own business and has had for over sixty years. He has told us all that he has no plans to retire. He appears to be very happy and will keep working until he falls over. He loves his work and his devotion to it shows.

As I sit here and begin thinking of all of these things, I am grateful for what I have and what I had. I had an opportunity to talk to some of the most interesting people in the world. I have a wife who is still the one person who can consistently make me laugh and who continues to surprise me on almost a daily basis. I know that there is still a ways to go and much work to do. Hopefully I’ll continue to try without using any special hair products.

How Dumbo Left The Hotel California

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Do you remember the first movie you ever saw? I remember taking my 6 y/o and 2 y/o sons to see a Star Wars movie. My youngest son napped thru the first part and then woke up when the Ewoks appeared. He began talking loudly and stayed awake the rest of the movie.

I think the first movie I saw was Pinocchio. I still remember the start of the film. All of the old Disney films were hand drawn and were beautiful. They all had happy endings and promoted positive values. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, etc, all taught a lot about kindness and inner goodness. My favorite was Dumbo. The little elephant with big ears that everyone rejected. He finally was able to discover his talent and fly with help of a “magic feather”. I’ve often thought about that as a therapist. The “feather” obviously wasn’t what made Dumbo able to fly, but because he believed in it, he was able to. When he finally let it go he found that he had the ability to fly all along. I think that a lot of therapy is about giving someone a “magic feather”. If they believe in it strongly enough, change can happen. There are lots of techniques to do this from cognitive behavioral therapy to mindfulness, meditation and even anti-depressant medication. Some people report almost immediate results from the meds when we know most medication take from 3-12 weeks to achieve results. It’s the individual’s own belief in the ‘cure’ that is important.

There is a very old study about troubled couples deciding to enter therapy. The results of the study were that the decision to enter therapy often was at least as helpful as the therapy itself. Couples who were on long waiting lists often showed as much improvement as couples actually in therapy. The authors hypothesized that this didn’t show the uselessness of therapy, as much as it showed the decision to enter therapy was the key factor in achieving change—the “magic feather”.

There is still so much stigma attached to seeking counseling/therapy. It is still looked on a sign of weakness. We often had people trying to hide if from their insurance companies. I had people who didn’t want their spouses, parents, or children to know that they had made the decision to ask for help.

A lot of people would come in for their first session and be surprised that there wasn’t a couch in my office because that’s what they imagined therapy was about. The importance of helping people relax and begin to trust was essential. I would try to be as supportive as possible to help achieve this. The importance of developing trust and a developing a therapeutic alliance is what the beginning of therapy is all about.

The “magic feather” part comes later when the therapy is progressing. You get to know each other and talk about what is really possible. Not everyone can fly, but everyone has the ability to change. It just depends on how change is defined. In the hospital many years ago, a 16 y/o girl was admitted. Her parents didn’t know how to handle her and told us she was out of control. She was doing drugs, flunking school, and staying out all night. She was the youngest of four girls. Her sisters had all run away from home at 17 by leaving out a rear window. They would come home a year or so later with a husband, a baby, or both. The parents wanted their youngest to not make that same mistake. After she left the hospital she did well for a while, but then began to slip. Her parents were able to set some clear limits. When she left at 17, she left through the front door after saying goodbye to her parents. She had some additional struggles, but then settled down and has had a fairly successful life. Now this might not seem like an important change, but it was to her parents. They thanked the whole hospital staff for the change in their daughter when it was probably them that changed the most. It’s important to help people accept that they are the ones who are doing the work.

It’s very common for people to put their therapists up on a pedestal and give them all the credit for any positive change. I would always resist this. I had no need to be anyone’s false idol. We are all responsible for our own lives. Some patients don’t want to accept this. They want their therapists to “fix them”. The problem with taking credit for anyone’s success is you also make yourself liable for their failure. I didn’t want anyone to be that dependent on me. The decision to enter therapy is hard enough; the decision to stop can be even harder. In the old days therapists would see their patients weekly to semi-weekly (2x per week) for 90 minutes or longer. This could go on for years with patients making very small incremental changes. Now it is a lot different. Insurance companies and the real business of everyone’s lives wont allow that. I did have patients that came to see me for years and some patients only for months. I would tell them all about the Hotel California. “You can check out any time you like, But you just can never leave!” Therapy shouldn’t be like that.   Dumbo didn’t have to hold on to his magic feather forever. He was able to let it go and get on with his life. Therapy should be about supporting and encouraging you to realize your own strengths and abilities. You should always be able to leave when you get what you want. This doesn’t mean you can’t come back if something else happens. Just remember the address and phone number.

 

Once Upon A Time

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How we picture ourselves is important. The narrative of our lives is our own movie. I have seen my grandson and other small relatives literally change into various superheroes just by putting on a costume or even just a hat. They wont answer their given names any more. They have to be Batman or Captain America or Elsa from Frozen. As we all get older it is interesting to think how we define ourselves. What is our narrative? How do we get there? One of my first memories is standing in a playpen and watching Howdy Doody on a tiny black and white television. Buffalo Bob, Clarabelle, and the puppets that seemed so real are still very clear in my head. It’s hard to explain the part TV played in growing up. Saturday morning cartoons, Walt Disney, Davey Crockett, Roy Rodgers were all important parts of my childhood. Even in grade school we would come home for lunch and watch Lunchtime Little Theatre with Uncle Johnny Coons (until he showed up drunk one day and shared some new words for us kids). Our parents had the radio, but we had real TV. We didn’t have Batman costumes, but we had coonskin hats, cowboy hats, Lone Ranger masks or something similar. I think every one in my generation from the southside of Chicago has a picture somewhere of sitting on a pony with a cowboy hat.

On rainy Saturdays there were movie matinees on TV. Our parents could just park us in front of this small black and white box to watch a collection of B movies that all seemed to have the same plot. Jon Hall, who was also Ramar of the Jungle on Lunchtime Little Theatre, seemed to have a starring role in all of them. He was always a sailor/explorer/etc who endured some type of shipwreck/kidnapping/disaster and ended up with a native tribe. He would fall in love with the chief’s daughter. Everything would go well until this massive volcano or monster showed up. The only way to stop it was to sacrifice a virgin who was always the chief’s daughter. The rest of the movie was about their struggle to escape. They would endure fights with animals, reptiles, and nature itself to get out. As I got older I wondered if a simpler mechanism would just have been for Jon Hall to have sex with the princess so she wasn’t a virgin anymore – but that would have been a different kind of movie. It probably wouldn’t have made it to Saturday afternoon.

I often used the plot of that movie to talk about the role of savior and scapegoat in families. Both play very important parts and often have the same function of distracting families from the real problem. I would even use it in talking to women who were in abusive relationships and just couldn’t find a way to leave. I would ask if it was worth sacrificing yourself to calm a volcano who would still end up destroying the rest of your loved ones .I remember one very petite woman who was a construction manager for a very large company. She would end up bossing and criticizing all of these contractors who weren’t living up to her specifications. She was very successful at this job, but not so much in her own marriage. She had a very suspicious and abusive husband. He would continually accuse her of having affairs. He even put a tape recorder in her car to catch her. No matter how abusive he was, physically or emotionally, she stayed. When I asked why, she told me she had no other options. I began to tell her that she was like a female version of Clark Kent. She would start off from home in her mousy little outfit and somewhere on the way to work she would turn into Superman. Once there she was unbeatable. On the way home she would change back. This went on for about 15 months until she discovered her husband was the one having the affairs. She was then able to confront him and eventually divorce him. She continued to blame herself for the end of the marriage. She was unwilling to let go of that part of her own narrative that “if only I had done—“ the marriage could have been saved. She just couldn’t accept a new story.

The movie/story analogy is a good one. What happens if you’re stuck in a bad movie? Do you continue to watch it? Or do you walk out, turn it off, and go do something else? You can do the same thing with your life. It is just harder, but any story can be rewritten and there really are a lot of good movies out there. This again gets down to the ultimate question of how people change and when they are ready to do it.