Just a quickie post to direct your attention to yesterday’s fantastic Therapy Tales.
“You’re making this s*** up!”
Also, I got a midterm back last night with a grade of 49/50…so that’s exciting.
The questions came up at the ASCH workshop: When do you use hypnosis? When don’t you? If you do, when do you do a formal trance induction? etc.
Both in response to this and in general comments, several of the faculty made statements along the lines that if the client/patient has decided to seek out help from you, especially knowing what you do; comes in to your office; and sits down… They’re already in trance.
I feel I should take a pause here to quell any misconception of that statement. It doesn’t mean anything nefarious or magical has happened. The model of hypnosis currently in use sees hypnosis/trance as a natural ability all people – indeed, all mammals – have. It’s tied to intention, focus, concentration, expectation… and above all, it’s how we learn and grow. You can learn to access it deliberately and learn how to use it more effectively, for which you might visit a hypnosis-trained professional who can teach you, but you already “do” it. But I digress.
I understood the point the faculty were making; it made sense. But it wasn’t until Saturday of the workshop that it hit home for me what exactly they meant. Read the rest of this entry
This past weekend, April 11-14, I had the extraordinary opportunity of participating in the “Basic Workshop: Fundamentals of Hypnosis” at the San Diego regional workshop sponsored by the American Society of Clinical Hypnosis (ASCH).
I learned from presentations by knowledgeable and personable faculty, practiced with a fantastic group to (finally) begin developing my skills in hypnosis, volunteered as the subject in a demonstration, and met some great colleagues from a range of mental and physical health care disciplines. On Sunday, one of my workshop-mates, a chiropractor named Dennis, related a story that I hope he won’t mind me sharing here, as best I can:
Dennis told our fellow Basic attendees how he’d been talking to the hotel staff setting up our breakfast when they indicated one of our meeting rooms and asked him, “Do you really understand what they’re talking about in there?” Dennis chuckled and told them he didn’t, not really, but then paused, thought, and said, “Well, it’s like this:
“There’s this scrawny, starving cat, pacing back and forth, looking for something to eat. Down a ways, in the wall, the cat sees a deep dark hole and goes to check it out when whhhht! – something runs by the hole on the other side of the wall. The cat, surprised, stops and watches, wondering if the movement is something edible. Whhhht! There it goes again. So the cat reaches a paw into the hole and blindly bats around, but isn’t able to find anything. Retreating a bit, the cat sits and waits.
“Whhhht! And the cat’s stomach growls, reminding him how hungry he is. So the cat musters up his courage and sticks his head into the dark hole, then wriggles in his front paws and shoulders. When his eyes adjust – which never takes long for a cat, the dark being part of their native habitat – he sees no living prey, but there are some balls of cheese scattered around. This cat is so hungry, he takes a chance and licks at the cheese. Then nibbles it. Then eats it. And when all the cheese he can find is gone, the cat wriggles back out of the hole and goes on his way, satisfied.
“And I,” said Dennis, “am that cat.”
Now, I have to laugh – not because of Dennis’s story, but because as I’m composing this post, WordPress is parsing my words through some algorithm and suggesting possible accompanying images from their media gallery. One that caught my attention is just strident text: “Hypnosis can change your life”, which is absolutely true – but not only for the subject. I was leaving the workshop for the final time on Sunday afternoon, completely lost in thought as my feet retraced the now-familiar route between the hotel that had hosted us and the one that had housed me, and I noticed a difference in the quality of the light, in the feel of the air around me, in the way I was hearing my environment. And my mind tossed a thought into the path of my conscious attention: “There’s no turning back now!” I chuckled delightedly at that, knowing in that moment that although I’ve barely started this training journey, I’m already too far in the hole – too intrigued, too hungry for more, and definitely not satisfied by a few balls of cheese (although they made a great appetizer).
It was perhaps an hour later, on the freeway home, that it finally hit me how absurd that thought actually was. As I told a few people at the workshop – never failing to spark a mildly astonished expression – hypnosis (despite the inaccurate way I understood it at the time) has fascinated me since I was 6 or 7 years old. My understanding of the concept has naturally changed over the intervening years, but turning back? Never an option. I recognize now that I’ve always been on this road to learning hypnosis (and if you’ve read my About sections, you know I’ve done some study already); this weekend, by getting me to start finally practicing, just shifted everything into a higher gear.
I’m grateful that my road eventually led towards a career path that enables me to train with ASCH, because I felt at home this weekend. In their understanding and teaching of hypnosis, in their personalities and humor, in so many ways – I’ve found “my people”. So I’d like to send an enthusiastic THANK YOU to everyone who helped make this workshop the amazing experience it was for me:
I’d like to write more posts about the workshop as I process the experience, but I’m also in the final two weeks of my graduate school program (no, I can’t believe it, either!), so have other work to do. Stay tuned and let’s see what happens.
When I logged into WordPress just now to write this post, I had to chuckle that the blog’s top search result today was “hypnosis for world mental health day” because, despite what I said last year and the calendar alert that started pestering me last week, I neglected to post anything for World Mental Health Day 2012. Until the literal eleventh hour of said day.
Even now, I don’t have anything “important” or “profound” to say about mental health or the value of this day in inviting dialogue, raising awareness, and hopefully reducing stigma. Partly just because the past year has had much more… muchness than I ever anticipated.
When I started this blog, for instance, I hoped to post something weekly, perhaps about my experience of being in grad school. What I didn’t realize there was how little motivation I’d have for writing blog entries after the weekly class discussion board posts, the research papers (usually at least one every 8-week term), the exams, etc. were done. (Similar to the effect I mentioned last month that my undergrad program had on my reading habit.) Despite it all, throughout the year I’ve forwarded articles from my Twitter feed to my email with comments I wanted to make, made notes about something I read in CAMFT’s The Therapist magazine, or even sometimes wrote drafts longhand while away from the computer that never got published here. (And some of these things may yet appear, if no one cares that I’m months “late” with commentary on a given article!) Ultimately, school and other things had to come before this blog and don’t think for a minute that I regret focusing my energy in that way.
Another aspect of my lack of a WMHD-appropriate post is that I’m rather self-centeredly consumed right now with the transition facing me. Next Wednesday, I stop being a full-time classroom student and start working at my practicum site. And, due to a scheduling oddity, the next day is my “Advancement date”, the on-the-spot oral presentation of a case conceptualization during which I attempt to prove to two professors that I’ve learned enough from their school to be able to start working at my practicum site. (See “More About Practicum” at the end of this post if I’m speaking gibberish.)
To wax poetic about it, I stand now at the exit door of Theory, gathering my courage and strength to venture into the world of Practice.
So, what I’d really like to do with this post is simply say, “Thank you.” Some of you might recognize yourself in the following list, some of those on the list may never see this post; I’m not going to link to anyone’s site or otherwise single people out, but I’d like to sincerely thank (in no particular order):
I couldn’t have done this without any of you – let’s keep going. 😉 Here’s to the next phase.
More About Practicum: As what’s known in the MFT world as a “trainee”, I’ll still be a student (in fact, I have two more classes between now and graduation next spring), but I’ll be seeing clients – under the supervision of a licensed therapist. Due to confidentiality and other issues, this isn’t direct supervision of sessions, but rather an experienced professional with whom you discuss cases and seek guidance. You might think of practicum as similar to an unpaid internship any other university student takes on to learn their career, but that understanding is muddied a bit because in this field, “internship” is the work you do for two (or more) years between getting your Master’s degree and earning your license.
Today, October 10, is World Mental Health Day and, slightly embarrassingly, this nascent mental-health-related blog’s got nuthin’. Why?
Because October 9 is when I was reminded about the existence of World Mental Health Day. And this close to the end of my school term, I didn’t have time to throw something together on such short notice. Over-organizer that I (usually) am, I’ve now set up reminders in Google Calendar to do better next year. ; )
In the meantime, here’s some link love to appropriate reading material:
Mental health: Let’s get back to basics by Mark Tyrrell of Uncommon Knowledge calls for us all “to bring more humanity into helping us all become mentally healthier”.
You could say that to achieve good mental health, we have to admit our own shortcomings, but this can be difficult. Jeremy Dean over at PsyBlog looks at Why People Avoid the Truth About Themselves.
And Therapy Tales takes a stinging look at the under-investment in mental health.
Something’s bothered me most of my life.
There seems to be pervasive logophobia surrounding the word “hypnosis”.
I first noticed this in my preteens, while I was browsing relaxation tapes (yes, audio cassettes – kids, ask your parents) at the local bookstore. It suddenly struck me: “guided visualization” or “guided relaxation” are code phrases for “we’ve made a hypnosis tape, but we’re afraid no one will buy it if we call it that”. Read the rest of this entry