Friday, June 14, 2013

Travel funnies 2013 (2)
Torrey Orton
June 13, 2013

Rocks do fall – Squeezed, again!!

It is a source of endless entertainment to notice the various ways our route-masters attempt to preserve themselves from litigation in the name of preserving us from our emerging fates en route to whereva we’re going. Take “rocks may fall” for example, a geological salutation common to slightly hilly areas of our neck of the Australian woods running a tight race with its biological brethren “limbs may fall” and “overhanging limbs” for leadership in the fatalities by fate struggle. But I meander…

Along the switchbacks of the Mercantour there are no signs proclaiming imminent disaster by stone, though at the head of three valleys we passed up are signs looking dead ringers for Oz beach warnings to foreigners about the dangers of high surf symbolised by a stick figure swimmer about to be swamped or mouthed by a looming dumper. And sure enough, that’s what’s being warned in these three valleys only the prospect of seeing such a fate has to be a lot smaller than the Australian version. The sign warns us that local electricity supply authorities may decide to evacuate the local dam without warning. At one such spot, there was even one little permanent statuette of a religious type cemented to the bordering rock just above normal stream flow levels (with permanent plastic flowers attached) memorialising one loser to the watery maw. Death by car mementos abound on Australian roads and a couple of mountain ones we’ve recently travelled here. No implications here for the relative death prospects of the two settings.  It seems the overall road toll in France is similar to Oz. Still, I meander…

Much more reliable in the Mercantour is the appearance of a recently fallen rock in the high roads of the region. They seem to fall cleanly into the middle of the quite constricted driving lanes, often enough just around one of the blind curves provided by walls of rock rising beyond sight (mountains) along the path. Some of the fallen rocks look a lot like they’ve been intentionally placed by hand, being often quite well shaped and cubic and just big enough to shock a steering system into irrecoverable disarray. Scared me, too. Hence my feeling squeezed by the prospect of encountering a fallen rock.

Of course that’s a paranoid foreign fantasy, but I’m not meandering here. That’s how they look. Someone must have put them there, they are so neat and neatly poised so often.

Lacets.

We got to know these well in their command of mountain driving.  A lacet is a switchback or hairpin turn. After days of responding to warnings of their imminence, often in multiples specified on warning signs – e.g. 3 lacets or 4 lacets – one of us wondered at the obvious: lacets = laces?? No??  Yes! And laces on shoes or corsets are switchbacks aren’t they. Once again a true linguistic friend not recognised, because it didn’t need to be. A lacet is so obviously a switchback it needn’t be thought!!

Heinz Dijon mustard?? Really…

Over the last two weeks I’ve increasingly thought there’s been an Americanisation of French (and other European??) public cuisine in two respects. One, the emergence of American marques in the retail food sector, of which Heinz Dijon mustard in single serve plastic sachets (think any American burger bar of pre-Mac days).Did the source the Dijon marque from Dijon? I guess not cuz the sachets don’t even say where the product they contain is sourced, despite the marque!!! Of course, these were very local eateries not salons of grand cuisine. Keep posted. We’re getting near to that next week and I suspect we won’t see Heinz there.

The second respect: shopping in Casino or Carrefour here is increasingly like Coles or Woollies in Oz, where the great maestros of food marketing are endlessly seeking ways to constrain us to less choice – that’s what house brands are about. Smart FMCG folks will tell me that the Oz retail maestros actually are learning from the French. Noticeably for us the varieties of muesli which not long ago adorned the shelves of these two providers have all but disappeared, relegate to “Bio” shelves. We’ve been in metropolitan and country France pretty much every year over the last 8 or so, preceded by multiple times going back to the early70’s.




Sunday, June 9, 2013


Travel funnies 2013
Torrey Orton
June 9, 2013


Travel funnies – where everything is of interest that can be a bit strange, unusual, unexpected…in short, a threat to my normal preconceptions, understandings and values. The shock of the new is often a laugh of surprise, which isn’t what people are talking about when thy say they are just having a laugh. Now, here we go again…overseas that is, to France quite a lot, with a closing glance at Budapest, if it doesn’t get rained out, which it currently is on the flooding reports for this week.


“… verbalisation par camera..”


Having barely escaped the car rental company parking lot (learning to drive again – see below!) and started to navigate our way out of Nice we came to a series of traffic lights working more or less successfully to keep French drivers and foreign pretenders in line. Our attention was on the third ahead at which we needed to turn left. In the near distance an illuminated panel about 1 meter square next to the traffic lights blinked with neon intensity  –“ …verbalisation par camera…” I love the little wonders of our twinned languages and here was one. I haven’t checked yet whether “verbalisation” here means what being verballed means in Oz, but I’m guessing yes. That is, you can’t argue with this camera. Its sight is its word and the word is good…and you’re fined!!

 
Is this a case of French being eroded by English (a borrowing unauthorised by the Academie Francaise), by English usage (a real friend which turns out to have a bad family background) or just some unnoteworthy linguistic coincidence? Notice I haven’t considered that we borrowed the usage from French…. Ah, linguistic hegemony.

 
For the third trip in a row we are starting with a week in a rented car. The first two trips were outstanding successes, though the second of the two, a Skoda station wagon from their premier range, provided, on reflection, a forewarning of the vicissitudes late modernity has for me. It was a start by touch not by key machine.  Like many IT-innovated products the main usage processes were somewhat counter-intuitive. The rental company had no reasons to assume there was anything to warn me about. I’d obviously been driving a long time in a lot of places. While there was an on-board instruction module with screen (not touch screen and don’t wait for it) and all, I still thought driving a car was to be done by driving the car, not driving secondary screen-based systems enabling driving the car. Which brings me to now…


We have a Citroen D5 diesel 6 speed manual, four door plus hatch semi-RV with danger sensors all around and a rear looking reversing management system providing live video to aforesaid screen.  Whoever designed the thing clearly never drove on mountain roads like those of the Parc Mercantour in the French Alpes Maritimes just across the hill from eastern Italy. They are almost without exception, if we are off the local inter-village routes in the valleys, a constant opportunity for life threatening encounters either with other drivers who zing around as if we’re on an autoroute  and/or with falling off the side of a mountain with 200-300 shear metres drop available just to the right or left. Much of this opportunity occurs with switchbacks as mentioned.  And much of the opportunity is on roads which really fit about 1 and ½ cars with a mocking dividing line signalling passing allowed down the middle!!

 
The Bren gun carrier school of design

 
Now here’s the design glitch. The D5 is out of the Bren gun carrier school of vehicle configuration – squat and heavy – with the added complication of a pretence to tank-lite slits for windows, aggravated by the blockages to all around vision which occur when these characteristics are joined in one vehicle.  The roof beaming is also squashed, especially in the driver’s line of sight around the squeezed sharp turns of switchbacks. The turns can’t be seen around. Fortunately we have a flexible driver assist system in the passenger’s seat who can see around, sometimes. Meanwhile I’m trying to gauge the sharpness of the turn and the turn space the road builders happened to manage on this particular switchback (highly variable!) while changing down to first gear and not end up under a cement truck which has appeared from the next switchback driven at local driver’s speed, a competence for which I have yet to receive my probationer’s license…but then, that’s a self-administered qualification. How will I know I’m deserving? By not succumbing??

 

The origin of this gun carriage design I think is the Chrysler 300C of about ten years ago when scrunching the roof down on the body got its first life, with a net reduction in visibility for drivers and observability for others. Maybe the Lexus 4WD four door station wagon / RV of the late 90’s was an unintended contributor with its scrunched down rear section detracting from a clear view though providing a notionally aesthetic marketing edge at the time.


Over the last 5 years the feature has spread across the motoring marques from the Subaru XV last year back thru the BMW and Range Rover, with less pronounced versions all around suggesting aggressive cool for your driving buck. It seems to be an offshoot of the muscle machines which have increased in availability in direct proportion to the unreliability of everyday life. In our Citroen version the crunching of vision is such that it is almost impossible for the driver to get any rear view except through the rear vision screen!! And the slight bit available is squeezed by reduced rear window size and shape and oversized anti-whiplash headrests.


A stray left arm, or the return of the phantom limb

 
I’m always learning, sometimes by force of choice, as with unlearning my automatic driving responses to make the shift from right to left hand drive. I’ve on the whole done better this time than earlier when I had nearly irrepressible tendencies to turn into the left hand lane given any chance to do so. Not that unlearning here. Now it’s the one about shifting gears right-handed.

 
When a gear shifting need comes to mind, even after four days driving here and dozens of the switchback turns that dominate the mountain landscape demands to shift up or down to make the needed turns without having to stop hallway through and back up to gain the curve, my left hand starts lightly waving towards the non-existent shift lever in the direction of the car door close on my left. This happens before I am aware of the need thought which drives it. And the countermanding order arrives almost in tune with the phantom limb’s gesture at controlling the car, but consciously telling my right hand to reach for the shift lever which is, correctly for a left hand drive car, to my right!

 
I haven’t driven a manual car for 7 years, except that first drive in France three years ago. Not an excuse. Rather, perspective on the embedded habits I am dealing with. Plus, while I’m at it, here’s an acknowledgement of relevant prior experience in these matters. I grew up in a right hand drive world and spent my first 14 years as a driver driving in it.

 
The feeling of being here - Squeezed


“Squeezed” was the word that came to mind reflecting on the events and scenes above. Driving is an endless squeeze to pass by any other vehicle, to resist the temptation to speed up to local rates and to stay on the roads when the vertiginous attraction of the deeps just off them are at their strongest.

 

 The countryside is actually squeezing in a way different from the other alpine areas we’ve visited in the last 10 years. Though only averaging around 3000 metres at the highest, the Alpes Maritime of the Mercantour are a dense impression sustained by the depth and narrowness of the array of valleys between them. Another take on the feeling of being here is embraced… on an easily accessible walk yesterday we got closer to the highest peaks than we ever did in the Pyrenees or other French Alpes and so giving the experience of being surrounded by them. I took a video sweep of them which covered about 270 degrees.

 

Saturday, June 1, 2013


Learning to act right (34)… “Gloves are off”
Torrey Orton
June 1, 2013

 
“Gloves are off” usually signals engaging with more force, preparing for a fight of some kind, having it out. There’s another usage, at least in my life, which is perhaps equally automatic as this one, but does not enjoy its linguistic popularity. This ungloved hand is a foundation of right action.

 Right action is founded in civility in part, and civility in politenesses, and politenesses in human history, perhaps some even back to our pre-historic precursors. Among these, manners of greeting are central and mostly pass by without notice because they are automatic at the beginning and ending of events. The arrival of Melbourne’s version of winter (8C early mornings) is glove country for me. I show up around 7am at my twice weekly morning post in front of the Fertility Control Clinic to be greeted eventually by the security guard of the day. On his walking down the Clinic path I unglove my right hand with my left and offer the bare paw to him.

 
Originally, on the first such morning, he declared my ungloving unnecessary. I had to explain that it just is not right to shake a man’s hand (or any other’s, child or adult for that matter!) with a glove on. I couldn’t explain why. He had not grown up in a winter gloved  place, so it was a wonder to him, and no one on the street who I’ve chased it up with has had an idea either why it is the right thing to do.

 
My point here is not really the historical origins of my sense but rather that I have it automatically functioning, as it always has. It belongs with a number of other politenesses (public ones, especially) which arise out of me under appropriate circumstances. The most recent was standing back for others to enter a lift first. Given that I’m usually undeniably the oldest person standing wherever it is, there’s some natural deference I elicit in my efforts to honour others. A small tussle sometimes ensues of the variety specific to efforts at mutual respect which can only be resolved by one deferring to the other’s need by accepting their respect. I usually stand on my right to be respectful over theirs, but will accede to a repeatedly pled need.

 
Such habits can be changed, with serious, persistent application. For instance, I can deliver a good Chinese handshake now after a few years practice. This is seriously counter-intuitive to westerners, particularly Anglo ones, who treat any close contact between men (other than jocks in the full spiritual frenzy of sport) as suggesting sexual intent. For Chinese, length of handshake and intensity, nicely balanced and certainly not paw crushing, is a signal of presence and likely eventual persistence. Good starting places for any connection.

 
There are some other own cultural fine points: right hand only and shaking all the present hands being preferred, even if they are the paws of knowable unknowns – friends of friends; colleagues of colleague. I walked into a psych workshop a week ago and was greeted by the sponsor’s president who I’ve known professionally but distantly for 10 years. I had a coat, a backpack and the day’s course ware in my right arm/hand and offered my left to him as I moved by to let others in.  A few hours later at the midmorning break I stopped by at his table first to re-offer the shake right handed. I just had to on the way to asking a question about other matters.

 
A neuroscience influenced thinker might point out that these are behaviours intended to “down regulate” the amygdala’s wariness about anything new. I’m not sure this adds too much other than to  the accessibility of the concept of the amygdala’s function. I don’t doubt it is true, nor that an appearance of civil intent can be presented which is also keeping under cover some degree of apprehension about the other.

 
A few weeks earlier I had stopped into a local restaurant in Albert Park to pass on a long-delayed message from an industry old-timer I had seen months earlier in another place. The boss was in, as were his main 2ICs. I held out my hand to the boss and reported the message with appropriate disclaimers for my lateness in doing so. I was in a rush for some reason and went out immediately only to be stopped in my tracks 100 meters away by noticing that I had insulted the 2ICs. It’s a nice question what prompted the awareness but the proximate trigger was a video replay of the just gone event in which I notice the missing handshakes for the 2ICs!!!

 
The explanation, I imagine, is a subliminal function which checks experience against templates for right action. I turned around in the middle of my stopped tracks, retraced my steps, asked the boss to get the 2ICs back (one of whom was in the upstairs storage area of the restaurant), shook their hands and explained my need to do so, which they persistently assured me was not required nor even noticed by them. The latter point I wondered about but couldn’t stop to explore. It could have been impolite to do so – disrespectful of their explicit self-knowledges of not needing my paw then!!

 
I wonder if these behaviours can be picked up in an fMRI “light up”, or any other of its kind.

Sunday, May 26, 2013


Appreciation (50) – Toots gone too soon
Torrey Orton
May 26, 2013

Honouring her…

 
Toots went out a few days ago and did not come back.  I didn’t know she wasn’t coming until I got a phone call from a vet up the road from us later that morning…not Toots’ vet. He announced, in the de rigeur, indirect way that’s common now, she had “passed away”. Toots was a two and a half year old, short-haired tortoise shell domestic with four white paws and a white chin, amplifying eyes and whiskers of unusual grandeur. She had encountered a car somewhere over the back fence from us, the vet imagined. Damage was slight and death was quick.

A woman had brought her in to the vet’s and left without leaving a name we would have liked to thank her for her effort. Strange what people don’t want to be involved with these days – the prospect they might be thanked which turns into a prospect they might be blamed for a samaritanism spontaneously provided. Let this be our thanks. Otherwise Toots might have been an Otty – our cat who disappeared a year ago and is a fate for us worse than death.

Toots seemed to be much more weighty dead than alive. Perhaps a feature of death that the loss of life weighs more with us, or its value is more present to us in some respects than life?? Presenting her to me for her last ride, the vet had wrapped her in a greenish towel and tied up her package with a length of light purple tape, topping it off with a note saying “Honour” - her original registered name they found from the micro-chip identity tag which had brought them to me a few hours earlier…

Toots started as of a few days ago to push up daisies in our garden along with many of her predecessors, under a rock or a bush as the habit of each epoch’s burial over our 40 years here assigned them. She will probably push more vigorously than some because she had a certain sparkling liveliness mixed with an intensity of gaze that commanded attention.

Toots was Lulu’s caretaker, to the last ensuring the younger, deeply traumatized long-haired owl-faced one was cleaned up on request and providing a pillow for most sleeps. There was occasional testing of the pride lines, mostly initiated by the junior who now still wonders at her senior’s absence, retreating to her earlier anxiety about the great outdoors of our garden, wandering forth with more cautious steps because Toots isn’t there to lead the way. They had shared a caged existence for 6 months in a local cat shelter before we found took them away with us 8 months ago.

We miss Toots lots…too short loved, too long gone. Lulu does, too.

Friday, May 24, 2013


Emerging needs (5)… Late life stage(s); whole of life patterns
Torrey Orton
May 24, 2013

For a while I’ve been distracted more than normal for me, which is quite a lot. I know as a result of recent brain inspections that my distractibility is not precursory to dementias. More expressive of persistent characteriological and endemic congenital inclinations. And the distraction has been accompanied by more feelings of impending personal doom than usual, too.

 There’s not much reason for doom premonitions. I’m doing quite well at the big four on my must-do-to-be list: (1) understanding the world, (2) helping therapy patients live better, (3) enacting my hopeless vision of impeding the harassing effects of HoGPIs on Fertility Control Clinic patients and (4) writing about the first three. But I am having doom premonitions… fuelled by an underlying sense that I’m not really being effective in addressing the way the world seems to me - roughly, falling apart …

 This has been going on for about 6 months now. My blog production dropped off; irritability rose, along with hours of low grade distress avoidance activity…reading the latest news in five papers on three continents; watching mindless tube reruns; struggling to get in sufficient stick work to feel tuned up for mountains next month, and for everyday activity now….and I found myself over the last few months sighing, sometimes, repeatedly with a biggish intake of breath as if I were holding my breath doing whatever I was doing…a good precursor to a possibly shape shifting new departure perhaps.

…I first remember this happening in Paris in 1973 around my 30th birthday – an occasion marked by my first writing efforts and a sharp realisation that whatever I was supposed (according to my class and education) to have achieved by then I was achieving something else (which didn’t become clear for another 10 years or so). I had one of my first touches of depression in my second year of undergraduate life a decade earlier. All have carried the basic elements of depression – hopelessness, helplessness and overall torpor with a scattering of self-destructive inclinations and emotional fragility surfacing in irritability with little blockages (e.g. a difficult instruction sheet for a home climate monitoring system), ruminant angers at worldly injustices,  plus imagined withdrawal from many of the things I most cared about, though never actually doing so….

This pattern of depression around the turning point of some personal / career trajectory has history. I almost did not finish my undergraduate psych course 25 years ago because I couldn’t be bothered writing the last couple of papers…they dragged on me...there was no question of capability…more one of significance, mattering…they didn’t and the process was for the four years of night school somewhat beneath me???

I’ve been coming up to my 70th for 18 months as my appreciation of my declining statistical life potential increased. It was the half-way point between 60 and 70 that yielded this blog and a first time commitment to intensive work as a therapist, and then three years later the start of Friends of the Fertility Control Clinic. Both were outcomes of a five year search for the next big work things in my life as my China consulting period came towards a close (too much flying, etc.) in the mid noughties.

 What I have to face up to now is writing seriously, aiming at a larger audience about fewer things. This has been coming for 18 months. I knew at the turn of last year (Jan. 2012) that I should ramp up my writing effort, having established that I can produce weekly for three years in this blog on a scale appropriate to weekly commentary production and often enough in a style generally accessible, maybe.

 One of the topics is neuroscience and well-being mediated by therapy. I’ve had 8 Keys to Brain-Body Balance (Rob’t Scaer, 2012; Norton) sitting on my reading table for 6 weeks and approached it a number of times in the way I approach what I imagine may be a disconcertingly high potential reading: apprehensively, tentatively and sporadically. The latter usually means reading a bit of the introduction, then poking through the chapters, preceded by a scan of the table of contents, checking out the index for a few key conceptual indicators (power, conflict) and starting with the last chapter. So I did here. It took five weeks to decide that I really was going to read it. My process has been sporadic, though with an ‘I hope this one’s different’ focus driving each encounter.

 I’m now thinking this means starting a new blog, or similar, which would be aimed at larger audiences and retain www.diarybyamadman for continuing forays in its existing topics and readers – therapy, acting right, appreciations, rectifications and such. I know this will require a focus and discipline well beyond what I’ve managed in my life to this point, signalled as they say by doubts about both my competence and will to do it - the normal process recurring in the story above. Finding the right basis for choosing focal points will be the principle challenge. The choices have to all be self-sustaining, as the neuroscience and psych one feels to be. That is, what I need to write about I have to be sure is my need, and if I can make it the world’s as well that will be good, even in any small part. A couple of other candidate focal points are in view but still not enough for a mention or an election.

 I’ll let you know how it works out…by hook or by…One early warning sign is that I’ve cleaned up my desk, mostly, for the first time in five years. This includes actual throwing out of two reams of printouts and dud post-its and clippings from imagined subjects of interest, and relabelling of a couple of collection boxes. Also, I departed about 20kgs of redundant IT wires and instruments like long superseded backup drives - remember Iomega?? – to the local recycling station on a loose Sunday morning. There were three lifeless laptops in the collection, too – another memory lane: Twinhead?? Doing this confronts me with the next stage: retained clippings, etc. which I believe by retaining are worthy of development. So….

Monday, May 6, 2013


Learner therapist (32)…… What’s psychologically normal, or Am I crazy now (draft)
Torrey Orton

May 6, 2013

Is normal good enough??

A potential handout for patients, or outlines of various ‘inputs’ to be made by therapists, as part of patient education about what’s psychologically ‘normal’

Before you start reading this please do the following:

Write down one thing you think is abnormal about you. Then identify one patient who is troubling for you.

Now consider that a role of psychology in contemporary life is as a well-being improvement service for the ills our parents would barely conceive treating. We are the “worried well” from that viewpoint. Determining what’s normal provides fences around what’s good-enough, the moral self-evaluation (and social evaluations) of wellness.

In psychology (and health services generally) a patient life is composed minimally of biopsychosocialspiritual /cultural components. These 4-5 factors, in principle, equate to the presumptive ‘normal’ which is intrinsically good-enough for living well. We inherit certain biological features and a society and a social status. Hence family, school and culture of origin are critical factors in establishing our growth, but not well-being, capability. We are not responsible for our inheritances. They are fated, but we are responsible for what we do with them. For some, fate is almost destiny – e.g. being born into a constantly marginal care (material and /or psychosocial) environment can almost permanently damage capability.

A general fact about anyone appearing as a patient in therapy is that they will report a range of symptoms for their appearance, often the most important not first. Among them will be little things like:

 …disordered sleep, binge-like consumption of food and /or drink, failure to exercise regularly and adequately, rumination about certain events or prospective events, occasional periods of mildly self-harming or suicidal thinking and, more visibly, self-destructive consumption behaviours, differing degrees of present relationship disturbance, conflict or breakdown, some degree of perceptible anxiety like mild panics or phobias, negative self-appraisals like ‘I’m just not good enough’ or ‘I’m worthless’ and a history of inadequate family of origin early in life, with continuing

These are known in the psych trade as “comorbidities”. They are what make “mental health” issues so resilient. They spread into many aspects of patients’ lives, usually with one symptom dominant and thereby attracting the diagnosis of Disorder X or Y, whatever it may be. These lesser symptoms also present a variety of treatment opportunities which can provide easily achieved small steps of recovery.

I‘m going to focus on patients on the borderline of mental illness – long term trauma victims who provide the deep end of the anxiety-depression ranges.

Bad normals

1)     A suite of bad normals which normally occur for people assailed by multiple morbidities: these are common and also not good for people. Therapy should challenge these directly as and when appropriate. Trouble is, they are the outer expressions of the defenses you needed to survive the trauma, so they have natural resistance to being disclosed and even more to changing. So, many victims of long term trauma:

·       blame themselves for their trauma and feel guilty for being injured

·       feel it is unethical to put themselves first

·       self-medicate with alcohol and/or drugs, or self-distract with compulsive behaviours like gambling, sex, etc.

·       deny their traumatic experiences (I was never mistreated by my parent(s), school master(s), and anyway I don’t remember anything, even if someone else – a sibling – reminds me, etc.)

·       have things they’ve never told anyone, and never will…

·       just don’t feel much of anything…like pleasure or pain or anger or…

·       life feels conflicted much of the time

A look back over this suite will show a bunch of interactions among the items which tend to keep you stuck in your defenses, even after the immediate threat has passed. These are normal in varying degrees and configurations. (Effective) defenses are normal, until they become dysfunctional. Some, like aggressive behaviour, are so close to normal that they are mistaken for being so, as when they appear in the hands and mouths of leaders.

Good normal

2)     Underlying patient trauma is ‘right’ normal life…that of eating, playing, loving, achieving, learning, creating, sustaining, believing…but what is a normal life? After thinking all around this topic for weeks (years actually, as I’ve responded to patient needs for normalising of their experiences as much as they can be normalized, which is almost always a great deal more than they expect) I realized that the question is: where are the boundaries of normality which we can lay clear and reliable claim to for ourselves and others??

Well, they seem to be expanding / fracturing / evanescing at an increasing rate. There’s a website for every imaginable (to this point) way to vary our look to others and ourselves, to vary our duration in this life, to vary our creativity, to vary our speed, mass, agility….on it goes to validate any variation. Enhancement is the objective of our times, bringing to reality the fears once held for eugenics in a positive psychology, moving forward form. The new black is grey.

This expanding universe of human aspiration leaves in its wake the detritus of previous generations’ norms, which cling as do broken limbs and dropped leaves to the ground on which they fall but without the fertilizing effects. People miss their norms and flail in the breeze of the as yet thinly shaped successors. What’s a real relationship? How would you know when you have one? ...or have the right body? … or the right sex. Equally, determining the boundaries between normally occurring psychological distress and pathological is not at all easy for two reasons: one, what pathological distress is is unclear (its defining characteristics) and, two, how much of it someone has to have to have it is uncertain. Depression is a good example of this difficulty, recently getting print and digital media airtime as the DSM’s latest version struggles into the light of publication.

So in what follows I will lay claim to some boundaries which seem to be viable now and have some prospects for imaginable futures. My main resource in this pretense will be ideas about human needs and well-being (cultures and values) and some structural features (aspects of brains and bodies) and some contextual features (socioeconomic and cultural/historical played out in family and community life) which seem relatively reliable.  In all cases, a recurrent question to patients will be: “How does it work for you?” Is your life effective for you?

Am I nuts, or on the way to it?

3)     A very common concern of patients who appear with relatively acute anxiety or depression is their sanity. Anxiety produces moments of intense disorientation in its panicky forms and depression feels like death and grows thoughts of dying. Because patients know a little about psychology from the public press, health adverts and friends / family with mental health experiences (or opinions about what the experiences of others should or should not be), they default to assumptions that they’ve caught a special kind of cancerous disease and they may be scarred for life, especially if others know about it. ‘I can’t tell X… they would not listen, they would reject me, would tell me what to do’ (order from bad to worse option).

Most of what we treat is not life threatening. It is however, life distorting. And if it goes on long enough, the distortions harden, building defending and compensating behaviours around them. When these become ineffective, taking them apart can take almost as much time as initially required to build them. The same is the case for physical injuries, which can take months of daily exercises of appropriate sorts to return a patient to ‘normal’ functioning, and often they never return to completely ‘normal’, though they may be good enough!

So, you are not crazy, so far. To be crazy you have to pass a CAT exam for hospital admission, and then you are only crazy for that moment. Long term craziness is attested by recurrent incarcerations, especially if they are against your will. Some long term meds may be a good introductory step, but are not conclusively correlated with future pathological outcomes.

I’m just confused, muddled, can’t keep my mind on anything

4)     Another concern is how to make sense of the morass you may feel you are in, at least on arrival. Having an idea of what’s a normal mind may be a helpful response to this concern. Much of the early stages of therapy are ventilation, dumping, letting it all hang out, etc. Letting it out gives our mind air and allows a self-organising process to occur…stuff is gathered up in chunks and bunches and families and domains…a natural storage and retrieval system. We vary in our facility and style of remembering – variations which can be very irritating or blocking under pressure. Some prefer pictorial approaches, others verbal and others physical, etc. All are normal and we all have some capacity in each remembering style, but may be more gifted in one.

There are unavoidable complexities to the memory tasks – for example, family is a multi-generational, multi-contextual entity complicated by gender (cultural) and sex (biological) and mediated by ethnicity, religion, etc. This is the biopsychosocialspiritual /cultural perspective mentioned above. A little recording of brain dumps is often helpful. It gets the stuff outside and into an examinable position. Normally, there’s relief in just unburdening.

Dilemmas along the way

However, there are unavoidable dilemmas along the way: e.g. –

·       we are all the same (human) and all different (individuals);

·       we are subject to unequal workload distributions and/or unequal affection distributions – one loves more than the other;

·       what’s good for one is sometimes bad for the other;

·       work-life imbalances drain our energies and contest with other values for attention;

·       we are subject to conflict / interdependence between our needs and those of family, team and other groups;

·       we are whole (one consciousness / awareness) and broken (incomplete, in process never to be completed); and,

·       we think we should choose but discover we are repeating habits.  

 

These are all presented digitally, as either/or constructs, when most are continuous ranges. Only the life and death dilemma is either /or, though it is also one of the domains which is continuously being enlarged (some would say deformed) by science jet-propelled with wealth – e.g. surrogacies of various kinds (children, body parts, etc.), life-support systems of increasing power, procreation choice tools (ultra-sound, day after drugs, surgical abortion, in-utero pre-natal surgery, etc.).

So, conflict is unavoidable in life!! There are some other reasons, too, but these are systematic…and actually so are the others like the emerging nature of our needs, the impact of unpredictable forces on our normal progress in life…

Will I ever get over this? I just want to move on…

5)     And yet another concern – will I ever get over this? Will it be gone forever? This is about memory – its roles and characteristics (e.g. feeling based, unreliable…etc.) and especially about how we come to maturity…by handling challenges, creating new approaches, trying new behaviours, etc. So, implicitly, we will be changed by the pains we carry and our efforts to manage them. And like the activities which please us, all experiences contribute to who/what we are as long as we remember them. Peak experiences tend to get remembered, especially painful peaks repeated systemically.

We are creatures of habit, who develop over time thru relatively predictable life events (both inner e.g. puberty, ageing and outer e.g. transition from school to work, becoming competent, shifting careers/workplaces, becoming coupled, etc.). Our potential for habit formation is leveraged by our capacity for communication, which comes laden with pre-formed (“hard-wired” as the neuro’s, and just about everyone, now say) potential.

The nature of consciousness: we are that being which can observe itself and reflect on what it sees – that is, evaluate itself; much of the processing of experience is below the level of daily awareness and the outcomes are usually intuitive; that is, they seem to emerge whole out of nowhere, and especially without trying (in fact, you can’t get there from here by trying too hard!).

Awareness, which is conscious presence, is a key tool for learning of all kinds. Awareness works mostly by focusing on parts of the total potential experience at any one time; high focus is very like obsessiveness, as skilled action is like compulsiveness (that is automatic in large parts)…It can be developed by working on mastery of any kind of activity. We can choose some things to some extent some of the time.

The body is the main instrument of awareness, and the vehicle of consciousness (think of a brain without a body; it’s easier to think of a body without a brain). Awareness grows by small steps and so does therapeutic effectiveness, one of the on-going learning activities that humans can engage ‘til death!

There are natural life stages, through which we are able to develop to varying degrees, so learning (and unlearning or change) is always present, driven by naturally occurring challenges; but, natural learning is only assured by necessary natural conditions – e.g. nutrition, care, experience

Freud was right – family is central and essential because it is the place for all learning for 5-6 years for most people in most cultures…and that learning is always likely to contain distorting elements to the congenital needs and capacities we start with…there is no perfect family. The claim daily seen in the news that so and so, now dead, had a loving family, was a loving parent, etc. is the signal of its untruth. Why would anyone bother saying this? May be they think it will make dead turn into passed?

There are normal feelings, esp. including the so-called “negative” ones – anger, sadness, despair, fear. These feelings occur in graded levels of intensity. But what terrifies me may only slightly disturb you. We can learn to deal with things through experience, training, watching others deal and so on. There are natural functions – for example, our in-built threat detection system, the FreezeFlightFight response it triggers, the body readiness processes (muscle tensing, etc.) etc.; organic needs and self-regulation; stress management in the face of cumulative stressors.

Who / What can I trust?

6)     Another concern is to interpret the myriad of commercial and “evidence-based” claims about what’s normal in life and effective in treatment. A few trust indicators:

·       How does the product offer feel to you?

·       What market recognition does it already have?

·       Google the product and find professional reviews of it by accredited members of recognized professional associations.

·       If the product has recognition then it will have user blogs providing client /customer experience reports

·       Check out CHOICE for product danger warnings.

·       Ask your treating therapist, GP or experienced friends

The “K 10” test you took at the GP’s to get your Mental Health Care Plan is based on the assumption that perceptions of feeling are individual and that certain levels of perception are potentially toxic for anyone.

What’s a good person?

7)     A related concern is how to know if they are good enough human beings. This may not be the same as ‘normal’, but includes normal as a foundation. There is no single right way of living, believing, etc., demonstrated by the endless struggle between even very similar religions (e.g. the Abrahamic trio) for dominance of the god space. Diversity in sameness is the rule…and the foundation of species survival in short and long term. An unchanging species is a dead one…in the long term. There seem to be some basic conditions of life which, if transgressed or disregarded, lead to less fulfilling or early terminating lives. Among them are adequate food, cover, care, exercise …etc.

There are natural human values – e.g. fairness, balance, wholeness – and virtues: persistence, integrity, etc., which seem to be present across all cultures. The values come into play automatically under the appropriate conditions. For example, we sense when we are being unjustly treated. That sense is a reliable capacity, except where it has been distorted by punishments directed at it by the more powerful in life. Even then, in therapy the sense can be exhumed from its socially induced grave (or rehabilitated from its weakened state). It appears in patient observations of their world which retain sensitivity to truth, which reflect other perspectives on that world than the ones approved by the powerful. We can see the truth sense operating at the broad cultural level in all (not only the repressive) societies in the socio-culturally appropriate forms of whistle-blowers.

Another source of truth is what I call our gifts. These are the natively occurring interests and dispositions towards the world which shape our preferred occupations or vocations. We are not all equally gifted, but almost no one is ungifted in this sense. Everyone has capacity for taking an interest in life’s opportunities; a few have huge capacities in specific areas – the arts are the most glaring example of this, along with certain technical proclivities (the nerd-doms).

There are some whole constructs of what human being is. Draw on Maslow, AQAL (Wilber), Spiral Dynamics, etc. The religions offer worked-through answers to this question, too, though lumbered with some empirical historical falsehoods of major orders. Seligman’s wellbeing theory; the needs construct of

Primacy of the non-verbal / feeling in expression and perception – that is, the body is the instrument of the mind and shapes it to its needs!! A pain in the foot is in the foot, etc. Eg. The brain doesn’t sense, the body does; brain interprets sensation in habitual (schematizing) and hard-wired ways and mind interprets it above the FFF level. This could go on but much of the detail of ‘normal’ should be found in an introduction to psychology textbook, failing which reverse engineering the prescriptions of abnormal psych may provide backup through implicit definition of the terrain of normal…

Interpretation – a recursive step.

Go back to the beginning. Look at what you wrote and ask: Is this normal? How normal is it (a little, not at all, fairly, quite, completely)? Could you easily share it with someone you know? Who?..... If not, why not? This last query reveals the true normal you are working with; the definition you practice for yourself now. There’s no reason to hide the normal, is there?

 

Thursday, May 2, 2013


Learner therapist (35)…… Spaces for feelings
Torrey Orton
May 2, 2013

Partial out-of-body experiences…

Getting to, creating, or discovering the experiences I describe below is one of the first concrete steps in objectifying the inner dynamics of the chronic trauma which affects patients’ lives. The feeling of these dynamics held at a near distance to themselves is a kind of self-outing, but in the privacy of therapy. This is what a safe therapeutic place supports. For instance…

 
… I’ve recently seen a guy who I first saw 4 years ago whose injured inner world was so close to the surface that he could barely stand being looked at, couldn’t bear to hear his name used or himself to be referred to, even indirectly – in short, he was a raw, exposed wound. He always sat on the edge of his chair, posed for a quick departure. He could also acknowledge that this is how he was – poised for a quick departure in life. Speaking to the presence of his demons was a pathway to keeping him in the room…but the speaking was often somewhat indirect.

 
Another guy could put the black hole of his depression aside just to his right, roughly parallel with his shoulder. It was just on the edge of his peripheral vision, but easily accessible through my pointing, gesturing or even nodding at it … bringing its fullness back into the control of his awareness, without dropping him into its endless decline. So he was having the experience of keeping the threat under control, without denying its existence or blocking it out with palliative self-medication.

Often another patient pulls herself down out of the grip of her demons just there in front of me and I can ask where did they go, are they still in view, can you feel them? And she may say ‘Yes, just here or there’ (gesturing to one side or the other) and usually a bit in mid-air (even a figment is real, after all). While in their grip, she has been contorted in her chair, drawing back and up into a partial ball, while slightly patting/massaging herself on the forearm…with glimpses of scratching or pinching herself…

And then, in all three cases we can discuss the ‘treatment’ of the demon(s). Questions like: Do you want to go there now (pointing at the suspended traumatic contents)? Is there a part you want to look at now? How is it to have it just there? Can you keep it there? And, often, early in the therapeutic engagement, this amount of direct attention riles the demons and the patient begins to fall back into their black hole. The pointing may itself rouse the demons, making their presence more aggressively felt again, more gripping than when observed or sidelined by their relegation to the space. This is something I’ve felt before akin to action at a distance, like gravity, but immediately perceptible to the other like a virtual hug offered across the therapy space without touching but my arms held in an encircling pose…

Holding their demons within reach is also an enactment of the patient’s internal disconnect between their injured and well parts… between their competent and incompetent selves…recovery from which requires slowly increased ability to shift back and forth between the split parts, progressively integrating them. A kind of internalised exposure therapy perhaps?