Hi Snow White,
Sorry about taking so long to get the reply up, my network connection went down. Unfortunately I can't blame the network for the length of the post ;-)
Oh hell I am so avoidant.
There's a mythical English bird called the Oozalem bird. According to different people, when this bird is confronted by something that it finds stressful, it can either behave by sticking its head in the sand and whistling out of its arse,
or, it can fly around at high speed and in ever decreasing circles until it vanishes from this universe up its own...
I think I follow that first pattern of behaviour, my ex agrees and says better that I realized it late than never (I was speaking to her on what would have been our wedding anniversary).
Is your Dad serious or is he perhaps half joking about the walking? I put on an act of complaining about eating “dead green things” – even though I do like eating fresh vegetables. (I'm making too many references to stories; I think there's one of the winnie the pooh stories where ee-aw the grey, depressive donkey, is complaining about eating nothing but thistles, when he is questioned about what his favourite food would be, if he had the choice, his eventual answer was “thistles”. The re-framing into a free choice, even when there are limited or no alternatives, can make a massive difference).
I have some friends who are academic philosophers, and it is surprising how many of them believe that psychotherapy is not compatible with their training in thinking problems through, but do believe that they can ruminate their way through feeling down – not surprisingly, a lot of them seem to be on medication and dulling their minds to the problems they experience in their lives, rather than addressing the problems.
My own experience with relationship counselling ended when it was suggested that I might have PTSD – and I completely lost faith in the therapist and the process. It took about 4 years for me to come to the conclusion that he was probably right. There was already a lot of grievances in the relationship before we went to the guy, but he was good while we were going.
So, yes I do think you should speak with your mum and dad, probably separately, but I don't know how to do it so that they think they have found their own solutions and ways forward, rather than them resisting.
CBT talks all about the therapist being Socratic.
I don't know what your dad used to work in?
I'm in civil engineering / construction, which has been very much in recession since the 2008 crash, I'm also in around fifty something years old. I got a new job this February, despite having a career gap spanning the previous 5 years, so it is possible to find work, even in depressed areas of the economy, where it would be very easy to tell yourself “there are no jobs”. I did price myself well below what I was earning before the 2008 crash, but it is still far better than the soul destroying crap that is “social security” or doing a few odd jobs for a little cash and living in a cold and damp cottage without mains electric – which is what I had been doing.
Perhaps you could gently question some of his beliefs and challenge him to test them against what is out there? Perhaps some employer locally who is looking for someone just like your dad is when he has to get up to go to work in the morning and has deadlines to meet.
Perhaps you can ask him about some of the good times you both remember, or get him to drive you to somewhere that he took you as a child and you know that he has good memories about? Some way to find a way in and to show him memories of happier times and the real possibility of him having happier times again.
A psychiatrist that I know, said that he took his first and most difficult patient (I'm not suggesting that your dad is anything like this!), up a little welsh mountain, a few steps at a time, but at the top, the route gave a sudden and fantastic view, and that achievement gave the guy some solid proof that firstly someone actually cared enough about him to take him there, and secondly that he actually could still do things (at the bottom of the guy's problem was his marriage which was effectively over – but he couldn't admit it. He'd secretly had casual sex, once, when he was away on a business trip, felt really guilty about it, then convinced himself he had caught AIDS, and despite numerous negative HIV test results he was still intent on killing himself…) he made a full recovery.
I hope this one makes you laugh, I'm certainly not suggesting that you try it (it comes under the category of precipitating a crisis). A “For Sale” sign had been mistakenly put up outside the house of the guy who used to work on the farm. My grand mother had taken the guy's wife shopping, because she doesn't drive, and when she got home and saw the sign her response was “Eeeee, I never thought our D would do a thing like that...”
My grandfather had dropped the husband off after work, and when he saw the “For Sale” sign his words were “bloody hell! she's kept quiet about that!”
I don't know what they said to each other or perhaps even threw at each other when he went into the house, or how long it took them to work out that the sign was beside the wrong house. They're still together about 30 years later.
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Sorry about taking so long to get the reply up, my network connection went down. Unfortunately I can't blame the network for the length of the post ;-)
Oh hell I am so avoidant.
There's a mythical English bird called the Oozalem bird. According to different people, when this bird is confronted by something that it finds stressful, it can either behave by sticking its head in the sand and whistling out of its arse,
or, it can fly around at high speed and in ever decreasing circles until it vanishes from this universe up its own...
I think I follow that first pattern of behaviour, my ex agrees and says better that I realized it late than never (I was speaking to her on what would have been our wedding anniversary).
Is your Dad serious or is he perhaps half joking about the walking? I put on an act of complaining about eating “dead green things” – even though I do like eating fresh vegetables. (I'm making too many references to stories; I think there's one of the winnie the pooh stories where ee-aw the grey, depressive donkey, is complaining about eating nothing but thistles, when he is questioned about what his favourite food would be, if he had the choice, his eventual answer was “thistles”. The re-framing into a free choice, even when there are limited or no alternatives, can make a massive difference).
I have some friends who are academic philosophers, and it is surprising how many of them believe that psychotherapy is not compatible with their training in thinking problems through, but do believe that they can ruminate their way through feeling down – not surprisingly, a lot of them seem to be on medication and dulling their minds to the problems they experience in their lives, rather than addressing the problems.
My own experience with relationship counselling ended when it was suggested that I might have PTSD – and I completely lost faith in the therapist and the process. It took about 4 years for me to come to the conclusion that he was probably right. There was already a lot of grievances in the relationship before we went to the guy, but he was good while we were going.
So, yes I do think you should speak with your mum and dad, probably separately, but I don't know how to do it so that they think they have found their own solutions and ways forward, rather than them resisting.
CBT talks all about the therapist being Socratic.
I don't know what your dad used to work in?
I'm in civil engineering / construction, which has been very much in recession since the 2008 crash, I'm also in around fifty something years old. I got a new job this February, despite having a career gap spanning the previous 5 years, so it is possible to find work, even in depressed areas of the economy, where it would be very easy to tell yourself “there are no jobs”. I did price myself well below what I was earning before the 2008 crash, but it is still far better than the soul destroying crap that is “social security” or doing a few odd jobs for a little cash and living in a cold and damp cottage without mains electric – which is what I had been doing.
Perhaps you could gently question some of his beliefs and challenge him to test them against what is out there? Perhaps some employer locally who is looking for someone just like your dad is when he has to get up to go to work in the morning and has deadlines to meet.
Perhaps you can ask him about some of the good times you both remember, or get him to drive you to somewhere that he took you as a child and you know that he has good memories about? Some way to find a way in and to show him memories of happier times and the real possibility of him having happier times again.
A psychiatrist that I know, said that he took his first and most difficult patient (I'm not suggesting that your dad is anything like this!), up a little welsh mountain, a few steps at a time, but at the top, the route gave a sudden and fantastic view, and that achievement gave the guy some solid proof that firstly someone actually cared enough about him to take him there, and secondly that he actually could still do things (at the bottom of the guy's problem was his marriage which was effectively over – but he couldn't admit it. He'd secretly had casual sex, once, when he was away on a business trip, felt really guilty about it, then convinced himself he had caught AIDS, and despite numerous negative HIV test results he was still intent on killing himself…) he made a full recovery.
I hope this one makes you laugh, I'm certainly not suggesting that you try it (it comes under the category of precipitating a crisis). A “For Sale” sign had been mistakenly put up outside the house of the guy who used to work on the farm. My grand mother had taken the guy's wife shopping, because she doesn't drive, and when she got home and saw the sign her response was “Eeeee, I never thought our D would do a thing like that...”
My grandfather had dropped the husband off after work, and when he saw the “For Sale” sign his words were “bloody hell! she's kept quiet about that!”
I don't know what they said to each other or perhaps even threw at each other when he went into the house, or how long it took them to work out that the sign was beside the wrong house. They're still together about 30 years later.
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