Favourite Music? It may just be your best therapy.

I have long felt that music can keep me balanced. At times of extreme mood – both low and high – I will turn to music. Or any sound that is personally soothing or uplifting. Last year I met a troubled young man. He was troubled in the societal sense of being painfully awkward in…

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Art, coming out of lockdown#1

At this time when things are re-shaping themselves I thought I’d offer my take on an artist who was famed for blocking his world with colour and geometry: Mondrian. At the time I created it I was attending a DBT course aimed at supporting autistic people. Life within Therapy I created this Mondrian inspired grid…

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DBT skills course: continuing saga

For the uninitiated DBT stands for Dialectical Behaviour Therapy. It was devised back in the 1990s specifically for the treatment of individuals diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. Even more specifically, it was aimed at young women who were considered impervious to other forms of treatment. The difficult ones. The ones only hardened professionals did not…

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A bit of light relief …

I am still struggling over the DBT skills course. I’ve spent so many hours researching different aspects of the therapy, the doctor who came up with the idea, and about borderline personality disorder and autism. And still very little makes much sense. My biggest problem, apart from believing that DBT is controversial as a treatment…

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Jargon Judgement

Day two of the DBT Skills Course. Back at home and I slept for 45 minutes this afternoon. That might not seem like a big deal but I very rarely sleep outside bedtime unless I’m ill. What is a big deal is that I’m functioning as opposed to last week when I went into shutdown…

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Trust – is it worth the risk?

“Just let go,” the joker cried, “I’ll catch you.” or maybe not, I thought, my mind in conflict remembering unsaved falls, deceived acquaintances who heard the smooth words and believed. “I’ll give it back.” The small boy whined “Just one go.” but one is never only one – I’d seen when pleasure leads to broken…

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