
July 27th, 2010 // By Carolyn
July 12th, 2010 // By Carolyn

June 2nd, 2010 // By Carolyn
This group is inspiring and magical...caught a lump in my throat listening to them, enjoying their music, and celebrating their triumph.We want to let all the other people know, all of the other veterans, especially the active duty armed forces that it’s OK for a warrior to seek help.
I think their group would agree that it's not only OK for a warrior to seek help, but it's also OK for the self-sufficient business executive to seek help, it's OK for the tough auto-mechanic to seek help, it's OK for the tough-as-nails climb-to-the-top ambitious female lawyer, it's OK for the mother of 3 preschoolers who has trouble finding a moment to herself, and it's OK for all those who-want-help-but-are-concerned-it-will-have-them-seem-weak-or-whiny to seek help. It's hard to seek help, but if it's OK for warriors, it can be OK for you, too.What it means to us, is that there was a period of time where you might not wanted to see us coming. But the fact is now…This shows what change can do , and that people can change.
May 5th, 2010 // By Carolyn
I found fresh hope one day when sitting across from a new therapist talking about the hopelessness that was me; In my intake session I told him that I had the best life, the most wonderful husband, 3 great kids and was living my dream on a big farm/ranch riding my horse, but for some reason I had no reason to live. I thought that my family would be better off without me. I was tired, frustrated and heading for my third serious depression in 5 years. The last two depressions had lasted for almost 2 years each. I was terrified of antidepressants since I’d had a terrible withdrawal experience the last time I had taken them. The only stone left unturned that I knew of was that I had not followed through on the therapy for the dissociated identity disorder that I had been diagnosed with when I was in my mid twenties. I had decided to make one last attempt at dealing with that.I love that Darlene's therapist was not only a professional, but he was profoundly human. His transparency and authenticity that showed through let her know that she was a real person to him, and he was going to allow himself to be impacted. The work they did was "soul to soul" work, and not some formulaic "nod and affirm" approach. The comments after this blog entry are a dialogue of struggling people sharing their difficulty at finding such a therapist, or the incredible blessing such a therapist had been.
I caught just a glimmer of something different in the methods this therapist was using. He didn’t just listen to me, he reacted to me. He winced when I asked if it “was normal for a mother to put her tongue in her 9 year old daughter’s mouth?” He assured me that this was not “normal” and it was in that moment that I knew this therapy would be different. Not because of what he said though, because he winced. Other therapists had never reacted to that question. It was what I later realized was my “test question” and I was not going to tell absolutely everything if I wasn’t going to get an idea if this stuff was just run of the mill no big deal stuff or if something really wrong had happened to me. I had been raised to believe after all, that my life and my upbringing was better than most.
That glimmer of hope is what kept me going week after week, dumping some of the most difficult stories, and being validated by my therapist who was sometimes moved to tears. He showed his disgust for the things that happened to me. He assured me that it was not my fault, but more importantly than that, he showed me why I thought it was my fault, and then he helped me to see why it was not my fault. This was the beginning of my emerging from broken and into to a life of wholeness and splendid mental health beyond anything I had ever hoped for. (bold mine)
April 28th, 2010 // By Carolyn
That headline had me scratching my head, too. That seemed far fetched...so I looked it up.
Chris Boyce of the University of Warwick and Alex Wood of the University of Manchester compared large data sets where 1000s of people had reported on their well-being. They then looked at how well-being changed due to therapy compared to getting sudden increases in income, such as through lottery wins or pay rises. They found that a 4 month course of psychological therapy had a large effect on well-being. They then showed that the increase in well-being from an £800 course of therapy was so large that it would take a pay rise of over £25,000 to achieve an equivalent increase in well-being. The research therefore demonstrates that psychological therapy could be 32 times more cost effective at making you happy than simply obtaining more money.(My understanding is that "an £800 course of therapy" is about 4 months of weekly counselling. This is a British study, but I would propose that us Canadians would have similar results)
University of Warwick researcher Chris Boyce said:There are people who are not surprised by this statistic. Many of those people are satisfied clients of Bergen and Associates Counselling or clients of other qualified and competent therapists. I watch people make significant financial commitments to engage in regular counselling, making tough choices in their budgeting. They do so willingly because the fresh and innovative ways that therapy allows them to look at their lives, is, quite simply, worth it.
“We have shown that psychological therapy could be much more cost effective than financial compensation at alleviating psychological distress. This is not only important in courts of law, where huge financial awards are the default way in which pain and suffering are compensated, but has wider implications for public health and well-being.”
“Often the importance of money for improving our well-being and bringing greater happiness is vastly over-valued in our societies. The benefits of having good mental health, on the other hand, are often not fully appreciated and people do not realise the powerful effect that psychological therapy, such as non-directive counselling, can have on improving our well-being.” (bolding mine)
February 23rd, 2010 // By Carolyn
There are times when something works, but isn't a sustainable realistic solution.Think about that.
One of my favorite questions, which usually gets a good chuckle in therapy, is "So...how's that workin'for ya?"
I was at Costco a few weeks ago, when a Good Samaritan passing by let me know that the passenger side rear tire was low. I don’t go around that side of the car really, and so I really appreciated his noticing and telling me.
Well, he was being polite. It wasn’t just low, I think it was close to flat. I drove slowly and carefully to the Coop gas station close by, and they filled it up for me. They checked to make sure it had the right pressure. Let me know I should check it frequently over the next while in case it had a slow leak…the other tires had normal pressure when we made sure they were OK.
I checked several times over the next few days and it looked OK…for a while. About 5 days later, the pressure had dropped to about a 1/3 of what it should be. Went to another gas station, and filled it up again.
Next day…visibly lower. Looked for a gas station…and well, by now you know the drill. I did the predictable. Filled it up with air. Good to drive. Safe to drive. Good to go.
Except this was getting to be a bit of a pain. I was starting to drive slowly by gas stations to check to see if they had an air machine. My thoughts while driving, even while listening to the news, or singing tunes, or chatting with the person beside me, frequently went to that passenger side tire. Was it low? When had I last checked? Was I being overly pessimistic and concerned? Was I being overly optimistic and had overlooked the sponginess of the tire? I started circling the car every time I got in.

The car was safe to drive, but this was not the way to live. The tire was where it should be—it was full and operational—but the strategy I was using was costly. It increased my vigilance, created hassle as I searched for the tire guage and found a pump. It worked but it wasn’t really working.
How well was it workin' for me? Not so much.
I took it in to Midas, and the great people there had it fixed in an hour. They found a nail. They patched it. Done.
I might have just kept filling the tire with air when it needed it. Would’ve been cheaper financially. Would’ve been more expensive to my mental and physical health—today it’s cold—who wants to be filling tires in this weather!
By now, you get that this isn’t really about tires.
I work with couples who have been filling the air in the tires of their marriage desperately…trying to make the car move forward safely, but at great personal cost. It’s not easy to address a marital flat tire with bandaids, though I’ve heard stories of people trying…and putting in a ton of effort for not-a-lot of results.
A husband sees his wife is disgruntled and so starts working hard to bring in more income—take the financial stress off to make her happier. It sorta works…she’s happy when she gets new shoes, or buys the new sofa, but then the disgruntlement returns…
A wife sees her husband pulling away and is distant. She buys a new negligee, gets a babysitter, and gives him a night he won’t soon forget. He likes it…a lot…but it doesn’t last.
I’ve worked with individuals too, who solve slow leaks in the tires of the lives in ways other than finding the leak. They bump along with a strategy that makes it better for a bit…
go shopping,
go on-line to a porn site,
drink too much,
or _____________ (filling the blank)
but ultimately leaves them feeling lonely and empty…and back where they started…the tire of life is still flat.
One of the things that has been more gratifiying than
anything as a therapist is to work with someone who recognizes that
A) there is
a problem, and
B) that the strategies they have used to address the problem
aren’t effective, and
C) are looking for creative and original solutions that
don’t provide a temporary reprieve from the problem, but actually remove the
issue as something that is creating them distress.
To watch a person discover the strategy that is has long term satisfaction is, well, is FUN!! I love my job at those moments. The patch cost $22...the air was free. In the long run, when I measure my quality of life, the patch was immeasurably cheaper. Sure, that solution costs some in dollars if you’re going to see a therapist, but think of the way a person can relax, and er, stop spinning their tires and get moving (sorry, pun was intended!).
December 10th, 2009 // By Carolyn
It gets shorter.
And the task gets more challenging as the bag gets shorter.
And shorter.
And shorter.
Until the final round when they attempt to pick up a piece of candy from the flat square of what used to be the bottom of the bag.
It’s a game of balance, flexibility, agility, patience, and strategy. And it’s a total HOOT!
So here these students are leaning way over, their butts high up in the air, carefully trying to balance (while many are experiencing the constraints of denim which challenges their flexibility), doing a game they have never done before while fellow budding therapists are watching them.
There’s tentative looks, silent gazing pleas to me to somehow tell them I’m not serious, or that I’ll let someone “off the hook”.
There’s the awkward pulling down of the shirts as clothing starts to ride up—the wrapping of sweaters around the waist to cover up gaps when bending over. There’s nervous giggles with frequent proclamations of “I don’t think I can do this” (immediately prior to successfully biting the bag).
There’s lots of laughter…it is fun. Their classmates are supportive, and students who are pale with the hours of study, start to color a bit with all the giggling. They tease, encourage, cajole, and toss out ideas. And eventually, even the most reluctant are quite caught up in the energy of the room—and those who predicted early failure are suddenly incredibly committed to go “all the way”.
At the end, feeling a little exhilarated, we talk about it. And they discuss what they learned:
I ask them to remember this when they see clients on their
placements in the new year.
I ask them what else they’ve learned through the game and they tell me:
All of these are lessons I hope these budding therapists take with them as they begin the task of working with clients.
I suspect that there are some people reading this that sense a need to talk to someone but can’t quite imagine picking up the phone, walking into the counselling office and to start talking. It’s really hard to start counselling. It takes courage. For some, it means bucking stereotypes that have been ingrained—“real men don’t share vulnerably”, “Therapy is for sissies”, “Therapy will just blame your mother”. It’s not hard to come up with barriers that can seem to legitimately justify not seeing a counsellor.
Please know that if you go to see a qualified counsellor (do the research to make sure you've got a qualified one!), s/he will be aware that this is new for you, that you will likely want and need to start off tentatively to feel it out. Please know that as you become more comfortable, it is likely that you will be able to talk more freely about more things in a deeper way than you could anticipate prior. Please know that it feels good to work some things out in your own way, to develop strategies and ways of relating to others that are effective.
If you are experiencing challenges and someone has suggested counselling and you’re thinking about, “give it a go”. Please know that your therapist will know that this is hard for you, and will honor your efforts. If you’re not convinced…print this out, and show it to them on your first visit…and tell them that you’re swallowing hard, breathing deep and taking the risk—and you need the support to do it.
October 10th, 2009 // By Carolyn
Adversity brings out the best in many. One of the privileges of counselling clients is that I regularly have the honor of watching men and women triumph over challenges:
September 28th, 2009 // By Carolyn
"It became a consensual relationship over time, and I know that I can't be the only one this has happened to," Mackenzie says. "Nobody's talking about this, and someone needs to put a face on not only nonconsensual incest but consensual incest, because I know it exists."I'd have to say that I quite agree with the following line:
"What struck me most about Mackenzie Phillips' interview," psychotherapist Robi Ludwig told CBS News "is that she's still protecting her father. By calling incest consensual incest, she's still protecting the person who abused her. ... But you can't say it's consensual, because there's always a power imbalance when it comes to a parent and child."What is helpful about Mackenzie's story is the her implication that at some point she felt she valued the sexual relationship and joined in with it. In my experience in working with survivors of childhood sexual abuse, perhaps the most shameful and hidden horror of the abuse is that the child at some level was made to feel special by the abuse, and so in part, came to welcome it in a life that was otherwise difficult and lonely. Other times, during times of repeated sexual abuse, a child's body is awakened to a powerful sexual response--it is degrading to hate the sexual experience and want it to end only to find one's body aroused and wanting more. It is part of the perpetrator's twisted and sinister strategy to have the child believe that s/he wants it and is an active participant. The child is made to believe that the abuse is part of the way special love is shown to him/her that makes the abuse something to be seen as a sign of privilege. As the child, in part, is convinced that s/he is welcoming the abuse (even while another part of the child is silently screaming for it to stop), the child begins to feel like an active accomplice in the abuse.
August 20th, 2009 // By Carolyn
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This on a beautiful card I received this week, encapsulating better than I ever could about what Bergen and Associates Counseling is all about. |
Our logo has a seed planted in dirt, recognizing that it is at times of being buried by life that one also has opportunities to grow. The colors on our walls are various shades of green. Our office is full of plants. The theme of “growth” is everywhere. |
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One of the highest privileges is for me as a therapist to witness those growth-sprouts in clients’ lives. It is not uncommon for acquaintances that I meet to comment that “it must be very difficult to work with people who need counselling”. I tell them quickly and automatically that it rather is quite the opposite…that walking alongside individuals as they emerge from difficult times in liberating and exciting ways is a truly remarkable feature in my life’s work. |
I get to be a change-witness…to watch flowers emerge from seeds…to facilitate that growth, to water it, and to celebrate it. |
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I’ve not got a green thumb, but I’ve got a huge soft spot in me for buds of all kinds in spring. ...then again, I just love watching sprouting in general. |
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