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How to have a useful argument
How to have a useful argument
Often when we are angry enough to argue with someone we are more interested in letting them know how we feel than in focusing on a particular outcome, and that’s often how fights play out (you’re an asshole! No, YOU’RE an asshole!). It ends up being more of a monkey-brain thing than a logical, thought-out process. It is very rare that if you shout at someone (YOU’RE an asshole!) that they will…
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FAMILY FEUDS: How People behave doesn't always tell us how they feel!
FAMILY FEUDS: How People behave doesn’t always tell us how they feel!
We have all been subject to the behaviour of people we love or respect that completely throws us. How can they be so rude? So uncaring? How could they be so abusive? So angry? So harsh? How could they be so dismissive? so cold etc….. We could come to the conclusion that… they don’t care, they are heartless, they just use people, they don’t ascribe value to anyone but themselves. We are…
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The Melbourne IARPP Launch gathering last night was a wonderful success with an atmosphere of inclusion and curiosity. The sense of community and openness was palpable and so very important in a diverse psychologically trained group. We look forward to the development of Reading groups throughout Melbourne and evolving a community of inclusion and enquiry. (The International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy)
MOURNING: WHEN A CLIENT DIES
MOURNING: WHEN A CLIENT DIES
When a client dies, after they have spent years and countless hours in therapy sharing their innermost fears, joys, dreams, heartache and love, where does the mourning go?
Therapy is a special kind of relationship. It only works if there is a true meeting of emotions with genuine care. As a therapist we spend each hour of therapy weaving through the threads of a persons life, trying to connect…
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Addiction: 7 thoughts on the impact on families and loved ones
Addiction: 7 thoughts on the impact on families and loved ones
Addiction, insidious bastard that it is, does not only affect addicts. It can be like a nuclear bomb in a family, flinging destruction in all directions. Loving an addict is very hard work sometimes. Addicts are so much more than their addictions, but it can be hard to see the person you love behind the smokescreen of ridiculous behaviours and addict thinking when they are in active addiction.
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Addiction is a bastard
One of the things I work with regularly is addiction. Addiction can come in a range of shapes and sizes but there are some principles that remain the same, regardless of the poison in question.
You can think of addiction as a little devil on your shoulder (this is a METAPHOR – you’re not actually engaging with anything demonic here.) This little bugger grows or shrinks depending on how much you…
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Depression is a bitch
Depression plays havoc with your mind. It distorts your reality and if that isn’t enough it can evoke huge feelings of shame and even self-disgust.
1. Depressions’ Bullshit messages:
“You’re alone” and as you grieve this, it also tells you “you’re worthless so who would want to be with you.” It tells you “this ain’t gonna change – this is going to be like this FOREVER” and shit, forever is a long…
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Parenting: 4 things to do to with a tantrum
We’ve all been there: it’s not easy dealing with a wailing kid of any age when we are so overwhelmed and so frustrated that we feel ready to start wailing ourselves. Whining kids also trigger the same bits of the brain that the sound of crying babies does – we are immediately desperate to make it stop. We begin operating from hindbrain fight-or-flight principles instead of thinking clearly.
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The TAKE-CARE tracker
So often we want to create new good habits but beware… this could just be an indirect way of saying “I’m not good enough… I need to change ‘me’ to be valuable.” If this is the motivation for new habits then they will never last. We can’t build someone up by breaking them down, devaluing or even worse, humiliating them. All you will achieve is a greater need to escape the cycle of self-loathing…
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Don't believe 'un-truth's' about yourself. They are generated only by fear in the service of protecting us - however - they no longer protect and instead hinder any movement forward.
Sometimes it takes time and exhaustion to hear the invitation to find your way back to the SELF
.... and she called it love
It is as if we first stumble into our belonging by realizing how desperately out of place we feel … We might at first label the body’s simple need to focus inward depression. But as we practice going inward, we come to realize that much of it is not depression in the least; it is a cry for something else, often the physical body’s simple need for rest, for contemplation, and for a kind of forgotten courage, one difficult to hear, demanding not a raise, but another life. It seems that to find the real path we have to go off the path we are now on, even for an instant, and earn the privilege of losing our way.
David Whyte, The Heart Aroused (via seekingforbeauty)
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world determined to do the only thing you could do— determined to save the only life you could save.
Mary Oliver
