{"id":454,"date":"2014-12-11T15:51:05","date_gmt":"2014-12-11T15:51:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?page_id=454"},"modified":"2014-12-31T17:13:54","modified_gmt":"2014-12-31T17:13:54","slug":"posts","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?page_id=454","title":{"rendered":"All my articles"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><div class=\"et_pb_section et_section_regular\">\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_row\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_column et_pb_column_4_4\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_text et_pb_bg_layout_light et_pb_text_align_left\">\n\t\t\t\n<h2>All my blog articles<\/h2>\n\n\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_text -->\n\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_column -->\n\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_row -->\n\t\t\t\n\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_section --><div class=\"et_pb_section et_section_regular\">\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_row\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_column et_pb_column_4_4\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_blog_grid_wrapper\"><div class=\"et_pb_blog_grid clearfix et_pb_bg_layout_light\">\n\t\t\t\n\t\t<article id=\"post-923\" class=\"et_pb_post post-923 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-all-my-articles category-thoughts category-uncategorized\">\n\n\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_image_container\">\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=923\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Fotolia_72558362_XS-319x250.jpg\" alt='Why is therapy like a tree?' width='400' height='250' \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_image_container -->\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=923\">Why is therapy like a tree?<\/a><\/h2>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tThe tree: what we see, or \u2018know\u2019 We see a tree\u2026 and maybe we hear it, taste, smell or feel it. We see how it moves, changes, sounds; and maybe we feel like we know it. In therapy we can look at all that\u2026 and it\u2019s not a bad idea, to see how we see ourselves\u00a0whether in hibernation or full sway, moist or dry, green or brown. But as we know from those lovely pictures like this one, that\u2019s half the story: there\u2019s another chunk below those branches and leaves. The past We are occupied \u2013 and many of us very busy &#8211; \u00a0doing our life right here, right now, and whilst we like to think we have some control over our daily decisions, actions and words, the past that we experienced all those years ago a) influences us, and b) supports us. Some folks say: \u2018I don\u2019t want to dwell in the past\u2019. Well, neither do I! What\u2019s helpful in therapy is to acknowledge and explore the past in the safety of the therapy room: it can help us not only understand who we are but moreover avoid trying to push it away, a futile pursuit. The subconscious Yes, you\u2019ve got one! The tantalising beauty of the unconscious is that it is never fully \u2018understandable\u2019 or \u2018nailed\u2019. It pops up in dreams, slips of the tongue (\u2018I mis-spoke\u2019, oops!), mannerisms, artistic expression, and in altered states due to breathing exercises, near-death experiences and shamanic ayahuasca ceremonies. If you see me I can promise you I won\u2019t be continually talking about the unconscious\u00a0(aka subconscious): we\u2019ll never have it cracked... <a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=923\" class=\"more-link\" >read more<\/a>\t\t\n\t\t<\/article> <!-- .et_pb_post -->\n\n\t\t<article id=\"post-873\" class=\"et_pb_post et_pb_no_thumb post-873 post type-post status-publish format-standard hentry category-all-my-articles category-therapy-tales-true-fiction\">\n\n\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=873\">Personality traits, passed down the line.<\/a><\/h2>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tMy friend Sam was in the synagogue and an older man called over to him: \u2018hey!\u2019 \u2018Er\u2026me?\u2019 Sam didn\u2019t know this guy and looked around to see if he meant someone else to come over. \u2018Yeah\u2019, the man beckoned Sam over. \u2018Are you a Liebman?\u2019 Sam was astonished. \u2018Yes. How did you know that?\u2019 \u2018It\u2019s the way you walk, the Liebman way. Looks like you\u2019re in a hurry.\u2019 Sam was taken aback, and felt a bit exposed, having been seen in such a perceptive way. Afterwards he wondered what else was on view that he didn\u2019t know was noticeable to others. Next day on his way to his weekly therapy session he was clear he wanted to tell this story to Simone, whom he\u2019d been seeing each Tuesday at mid-day. \u2018How did you feel when he told you that?\u2019 she asked in her usual calm way. \u2018To start with I hated it\u2026 seemed like he\u2019d put his finger on something, a bit like touching a sore wound. Maybe deep down, I felt like other stuff would be on view, and I don\u2019t know what it is. \u2018Then later, I thought it was useful. It got me thinking about how he\u2019s right, I\u2019m always on the go, sometimes my mind racing, trying to get the next thing done, not stopping to enjoy fully the thing I\u2019m doing right now. \u2018I guess you might say I\u2019m continually low-level anxious.\u2019 There was a pause, as the two of them sat with this for a moment. Simone waited to see if Sam wanted to say more, and then asked: \u2018How far back does... <a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=873\" class=\"more-link\" >read more<\/a>\t\t\n\t\t<\/article> <!-- .et_pb_post -->\n\n\t\t<article id=\"post-760\" class=\"et_pb_post post-760 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-therapy-tales-true-fiction\">\n\n\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_image_container\">\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=760\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Cake.jpg\" alt='Cake: eating + having it' width='400' height='250' \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_image_container -->\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=760\">Cake: eating + having it<\/a><\/h2>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tCan you really have your cake and eat it? This &#8216;therapy session&#8217; is a piece of fiction I wrote a few years ago. The material is based on facts (but not from a client), and it has been anonymised. &nbsp; Therapist: What prompted you to get in touch with me? Pete:\u00a0Well, I have been unsatisfied with the sex life I have had with my wife for the last 3 years, and I now find it impossible to get aroused by her. \u00a0Then six months ago, this sexy woman came on to me and I thought, &#8216;wow! What a stunner!&#8217; \u00a0We went for a coffee, and one thing led to another, and we started to have a physical relationship.\u00a0 She is absolutely gorgeous, and adores me, which is great. \u00a0I feel so alive when I am with her, and it&#8217;s fantastic fun, too. &nbsp; T: \u00a0How do you feel when you&#8217;re with your wife? P: She&#8217;s a real turn-off. \u00a0You see, she has a bit of a health problem, meaning she gets very tired. \u00a0I find her draining, and she makes me feel like I have to look after her &#8211; bloody hell, I have turned into a carer! \u00a0I look at her body and think: ugh! \u00a0It hasn&#8217;t changed at all in 16 years, but I now think she needs to do something about her weight. &nbsp; This new woman of mine is so fit!! \u00a0I just want to jump on her each time we meet, and guess what: I do!! \u00a0I am so turned on! &nbsp; I mean, don&#8217;t get me wrong: I love Vanessa, my wife.\u00a0 She... <a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=760\" class=\"more-link\" >read more<\/a>\t\t\n\t\t<\/article> <!-- .et_pb_post -->\n\n\t\t<article id=\"post-661\" class=\"et_pb_post et_pb_no_thumb post-661 post type-post status-publish format-standard hentry category-all-my-articles category-therapy-tales-true-fiction\">\n\n\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=661\">Talk about pleasure?<\/a><\/h2>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tI was feeling excited\u2026.I was about about three months into my weekly psychotherapy with Marcelle, and I had only that morning taken delivery of the thing in the picture on this page, an Axon Mark 2 Neural Guitar Synthesizer. Well, I don\u2019t know what that means to you, but for me it was Christmas, chocolate and sonic orgasms all wrapped up into one. Imagine this: I could play my guitar, in the normal 6-string type of way, and at the touch of a button, out come the sounds of trumpets, violins, bells, organs, vintage analogue synthesizers or string orchestras\u2026.wow! I was in Wonder-Sound-Land, looking forward to soundfest binges galore all in my front room. But, what did I do in my therapy session that morning?&#8230; sat and tried to think about what I ought to be talking about, after all, I had arrived three months earlier with \u2018problems\u2019, \u2018issues\u2019 that I had to address.\u00a0 I was supposed to sort through all my stuff, yeah?&#8230; in a focused and purposeful way, yeah? So, I thought, I had better talk about all the \u2018bad stuff\u2019. Trouble was, I couldn\u2019t think of any! So for awhile we were sitting there, trying to give birth to some kind of conversation that didn\u2019t really want to happen. The whole conversation for 20 minutes was totally constipated, something that didn\u2019t want to come out. I was lucky that I had a therapist who didn\u2019t listen only to the words that I spoke, she also listened to the movements and undulations within her, her own feelings about and reactions to our contact. During my training many... <a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=661\" class=\"more-link\" >read more<\/a>\t\t\n\t\t<\/article> <!-- .et_pb_post -->\n\n\t\t<article id=\"post-655\" class=\"et_pb_post post-655 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-all-my-articles category-therapy-tales-true-fiction\">\n\n\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_image_container\">\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=655\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Fotolia_67895598_XS-400x250.jpg\" alt='Do you need anything?' width='400' height='250' \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_image_container -->\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=655\">Do you need anything?<\/a><\/h2>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tHere&#8217;s a snippet from my therapy with Vanessa, a counsellor in Headingley who I saw for 9 months 20 years ago&#8230; My most memorable moment when seeing Vanessa occurred when I was feeling particularly frustrated with this whole \u2018therapy\u2019 process.\u00a0 I had a gnawing feeling of dissatisfaction but didn\u2019t have any words to put to it.\u00a0 Having been brought up to be a nice well-behaved boy, I was often too polite to express any resentment about anything, but on this occasion I managed to be more expressive than usual.\u00a0 I let Vanessa know a bit more directly how I was fed up with the world, and, yes, fed up with her, too. I was talking vaguely about needs.\u00a0 I can\u2019t remember how the conversation developed, but she ending up saying \u2018I am trying to\u00a0put you in touch with\u00a0your needs\u2019.\u00a0 Well, it had never occurred to me that that was what therapy might be about, or at least, one of the important things in\u00a0my\u00a0therapy:\u00a0getting in touch with my needs! For some people that\u2019s no problem at all: they are quite aware what their needs are, but might have some other problem, or a difficulty in tolerating the frustration of needs.\u00a0 I had been brought up to rein in my needs, hide them away or even pretend that they weren\u2019t there: if there was one biscuit left on the plate I certainly would not take it.\u00a0\u00a0 So it was a big learning point for me that needs have to be known about, acknowledged, accepted and not batted away.\u00a0 Only then can we make conscious choices about what to do with these... <a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=655\" class=\"more-link\" >read more<\/a>\t\t\n\t\t<\/article> <!-- .et_pb_post -->\n\n\t\t<article id=\"post-647\" class=\"et_pb_post post-647 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-all-my-articles category-emotions\">\n\n\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_image_container\">\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=647\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/iStock_000010335927Medium-400x250.jpg\" alt='Is anger a negative emotion?' width='400' height='250' \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_image_container -->\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=647\">Is anger a negative emotion?<\/a><\/h2>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\u2022 Anger is not bad or good; it\u2019s part of being human: it just is. \u2022 I need my anger, so I know someone did something that I may need to address. \u2022 I need to know when I am powerless to act (so that I don&#8217;t obsess about the actions of the other person or people.) \u2022 Anger is not the same as violent or uncontrolled expression of rage. Sometimes people get worried about anger being present in themselves or another person, because of a fear that violence will follow: to express anger does not mean someone is going the be hit. \u2022 If there were no anger in the world, would anyone bother trying to change anything? \u2022 If I say that I am disappointed with someone, but not angry with them, am I denying that I am somewhat annoyed? Sometimes it feels like we are not supposed to be angry at all: it&#8217;s tempting sometimes to think that if only we were never angry, we\u2019d be happy. However, we need our anger: just imagine if you were never angry &#8211; you would not be good at defending yourself. You need to know when someone has wronged you, and when you need to stand up for yourself. I don&#8217;t feel good about\u00a0the division of emotions into negative and positive emotions: anger is not negative or positive: we just have it. What can be negative, however, is what we do with it. For that reason, you need to know your anger, where it comes from, and how big or small it is. I have sometimes met people who... <a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=647\" class=\"more-link\" >read more<\/a>\t\t\n\t\t<\/article> <!-- .et_pb_post -->\n\n\t\t<article id=\"post-643\" class=\"et_pb_post post-643 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-all-my-articles category-emotions\">\n\n\t\t<div class=\"et_pb_image_container\">\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=643\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/Fearful-child-B-W.jpg\" alt='Uncovering fear' width='400' height='250' \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_image_container -->\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=643\">Uncovering fear<\/a><\/h2>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\u2018Leap and the net will appear\u2019 (John Burroughs 1837 &#8211; 1921) Believe it or not, when I was a kid and was afraid, I often didn\u2019t know it!&#8230; I went to a co-counselling workshop in 1996 run by a woman called Margot. The workshop was called \u2018Fear\u2019. I think I only went along because I had a spare afternoon, so I wasn\u2019t really expecting much to happen for me. My main pre-occupations were my lack of confidence, my embarrassment about getting intimate with people, my tendency to be spiky or impatient with people who pissed me off, my\u2026 (Well, I won\u2019t go through the whole list here.) The thing is, I didn\u2019t really think I had much fear. Well, the workshop took the lid off things. To be continued\u2026 31 December... <a href=\"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/?p=643\" class=\"more-link\" >read more<\/a>\t\t\n\t\t<\/article> <!-- .et_pb_post -->\n<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_posts --><div class=\"pagination clearfix\">\n\t<div class=\"alignleft\"><\/div>\n\t<div class=\"alignright\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_column -->\n\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_row -->\n\t\t\t\n\t\t<\/div> <!-- .et_pb_section --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/454"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=454"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/454\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":670,"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/454\/revisions\/670"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/richardmills.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=454"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}