This is my theory of ADHD – “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder” – as it is diagnosed, and as the symptoms present, in many clients I’ve seen. These are people who cannot sit still on a feeling. They squirm physically, they squirm and race and deflect mentally to avoid what will appear beneath the surface when the waters are calmed: emotional truth. I remember a forty-five-year-old man – one of my strongest efforts and worst cases – who pranced and ran away from all feeling and insight every minute of every session for well over two years. His parents had been abusive, shaming, cruel – he’d mention this during one or two of his severed-headed, jocular sprints – but he always ran and never faced it. Now the pain remained underground and, like a planet’s magnetic radioactive core, weakened all structures on the surface, pulled to him a terrible marriage, warped the field in his brain to absurd attitudes and philosophies. “Life” and “the universe” were to blame for his marriage, for his absence of success. He raged over lost pennies so often that his children eventually made him invisible, couldn’t listen to him literally to save their lives. Why couldn’t he ever – ever – still his mind and look within himself? That would be to see the fire beneath the house – or skyscraper – of cards. More accurately, it would be to return to childhood, which was the fire.
"Parents don't do their 'best.' They do their feeling." My purpose is to present original, non-conventional therapy ideas. While "pessimistic" may seem a provocative or sabotaging quality, it is actually a facet of optimism. Just as a physician would do harm by ignoring injury, and helps the best by facing the worst, so must a therapist know that we grow from roots bent by psychic injuries in our childhood. Optimism must be based in this reality, not in wishful thinking.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Casual theory of ADHD
This is my theory of ADHD – “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder” – as it is diagnosed, and as the symptoms present, in many clients I’ve seen. These are people who cannot sit still on a feeling. They squirm physically, they squirm and race and deflect mentally to avoid what will appear beneath the surface when the waters are calmed: emotional truth. I remember a forty-five-year-old man – one of my strongest efforts and worst cases – who pranced and ran away from all feeling and insight every minute of every session for well over two years. His parents had been abusive, shaming, cruel – he’d mention this during one or two of his severed-headed, jocular sprints – but he always ran and never faced it. Now the pain remained underground and, like a planet’s magnetic radioactive core, weakened all structures on the surface, pulled to him a terrible marriage, warped the field in his brain to absurd attitudes and philosophies. “Life” and “the universe” were to blame for his marriage, for his absence of success. He raged over lost pennies so often that his children eventually made him invisible, couldn’t listen to him literally to save their lives. Why couldn’t he ever – ever – still his mind and look within himself? That would be to see the fire beneath the house – or skyscraper – of cards. More accurately, it would be to return to childhood, which was the fire.
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.