Dear Hops, ann3, Bones, lighter, Garbanzo, and Worn,
Thank you all for your encouragement and suggestions!
Since your posts, I’ve thought about all of them: a novel (Hops and Bones), a prose poem (ann3—I’ll take a look at the Prather book…), the autobiography as I would write it today (Garbanzo), or brainstorming the obvious ideas out of my head (lighter—I enjoyed the idea of doing that!). And ann3, thank you for your idea and encouragement on the “Voiceless in the doctor’s office” thread: writing a book in the style I have been writing here.
I’m not sure yet in what direction I’m going to go. I have long been convinced that the book I’m interested in would be best written from the other side of the room, i.e. the patient side, showing, via thoughts and feelings, the slow evolution/brain changes that are involved in going from being alone in the world to feeling heard and understood—in essence, going from one to two. I have never read a therapist’s book that captured this process adequately. Sure, one can talk about “attachment,” and even how one goes about achieving it—but to me it never feels real because I am never in the room watching in detail how it happens. And certainly, the relationship between patient and therapist is all in the details, many of which are subtextual.
Which brings me to another point and another reason why it’s so hard for me to write a book on the subject. From the therapist side, I’m not sure it’s a job for which graduate students/residents can be trained. In a sense, one either has the ability to make this kind of relationship or one doesn’t. And very, very few people have the ability. It took almost a decade (my 20’s) to throw out most if not all of the training I did have. And in the course of interacting with 100’s of therapists in the Harvard Medical School system/ Mass. General Hospital, looking back, there was not one who could have helped me in part because the training they did have got in the way of who they were. So, if such abilities are largely born in/genetic, what is the point of writing a book no one can learn from? I’m overstating things here, perhaps, but often I have this thought/feeling.
I’ll stop here for now…
Richard