Archive for October, 2009

Miss Gaspar

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

Mom said there was a party going on in the room next door to her and bid me to go check. I was placating her and she got vexed so I went over there to see if there was any sort of party going on. Instead I found meek Ms. Gaspar sleeping in her dark bed, not uttering a peep.

When a friend of mine was dying of AIDS, in his final month, he lay in bed and told everyone he was an old gumshoe detective and he would recount cases he had worked on.

At night, when I’ve been so tired my mind has quit functioning Tatjana has asked me a question and I’ve responded with the utmost nonsequitor – like when she asked how this person had asked me out and I yelled, “Biscuit.” Or the other night when she was probing some subject and I was near death sleep and said, “Patagonia!”

Where do these things come from in our minds?

Cradle to grave

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

I’ve been speaking to women who might be looking to put their baby up for adoption. I know what is coming in a year long segue into dirty diapers but I can’t tell you how thrilled I am at the chance that we might be parents very soon.

Today, I was visiting my mother and once again watching the nurses clean her up and then right when they finished, like clockwork, they had to start all over again in thirty minutes. This has happened every time I have gone there this week.

It’s really shit from the get go, you know.

Another beautiful day in paradise

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

We experienced near perfect weather today in New Orleans which was a welcome respite from the fact that we had swung from 92 degrees to 55 degrees in the blink of an eye and never had a chance for one of those “let’s open the window” moments.

Loca and I were walking through City Park and she was looking up at me adoringly and I said to her, I love you too, in some sort of doggy baby talk, and then she kept looking all dreamy eyed at me and I saw that she had a chicken neck in her mouth so I had to straddle her and unhinge her jaw and shake her head to get it out.

Afterwards, a felt a nice cool breeze blowing and saw pelicans up in the leafless tree again. One took flight right then and soared across the lagoon casting a prehistoric shadow on the still water.

Calgon take me away

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

I’m knee deep into the second part of the trilogy of Stieg Larsson’s Millenium Series and I ran a hot bubble bath and escaped there to just let myself become engrossed in the book. The house could have burned down and I wouldn’t have noticed.

Because we can

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

My pest control guy came by late today and we were talking about his dog who just cost $1200 at the vet for skin care. I said, “It’s insane how much we spend on these dogs.” And he said, “We do it, because we can.”

It’s Tuesday but feels like we’re diving off a cliff

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

How can it only be Tuesday? It seems like so much has happened in the past few days that I’m not sure if we are living at some warp speed or what? I mean we’re supposed to be in the lazy South but it sure doesn’t feel like it.

The weather went from hot and humid to cold and frigid to absolutely gorgeous in just about 48 hours.

The pelicans are here – a clear sign it is fall but that may be all except that I wore a coat for the first time in about 9 months.

We have nibbles on our ad and are waiting patiently for … to be determined.

An endless supply of work caused me to have my brain seize up about 2PM today – I just was frozen in action – almost as if someone had unplugged me. Weird.

My first therapist got it right the first time

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

When I went to therapy for the first time at 20 years old it was because I was in love with a manic depressive alcoholic plus I wanted to be able to get along with my family, who I loved, but was having difficulty. She told me that I should move as far away from my family as I possibly could.

The New York Times

October 20, 2009.
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When Parents Are Too Toxic to Tolerate By RICHARD A. FRIEDMAN, M.D.

You can divorce an abusive spouse. You can call it quits if your lover mistreats you. But what can you do if the source of your misery is your own parent?

Granted, no parent is perfect. And whining about parental failure, real or not, is practically an American pastime that keeps the therapeutic community dutifully employed.

But just as there are ordinary good-enough parents who mysteriously produce a difficult child, there are some decent people who have the misfortune of having a truly toxic parent.

A patient of mine, a lovely woman in her 60s whom I treated for depression, recently asked my advice about how to deal with her aging mother.

“She’s always been extremely abusive of me and my siblings,” she said, as I recall. “Once, on my birthday, she left me a message wishing that I get a disease. Can you believe it?”

Over the years, she had tried to have a relationship with her mother, but the encounters were always painful and upsetting; her mother remained harshly critical and demeaning.

Whether her mother was mentally ill, just plain mean or both was unclear, but there was no question that my patient had decided long ago that the only way to deal with her mother was to avoid her at all costs.

Now that her mother was approaching death, she was torn about yet another effort at reconciliation. “I feel I should try,” my patient told me, “but I know she’ll be awful to me.”

Should she visit and perhaps forgive her mother, or protect herself and live with a sense of guilt, however unjustified? Tough call, and clearly not mine to make.

But it did make me wonder about how therapists deal with adult patients who have toxic parents.

The topic gets little, if any, attention in standard textbooks or in the psychiatric literature, perhaps reflecting the common and mistaken notion that adults, unlike children and the elderly, are not vulnerable to such emotional abuse.

All too often, I think, therapists have a bias to salvage relationships, even those that might be harmful to a patient. Instead, it is crucial to be open-minded and to consider whether maintaining the relationship is really healthy and desirable.

Likewise, the assumption that parents are predisposed to love their children unconditionally and protect them from harm is not universally true. I remember one patient, a man in his mid-20s, who came to me for depression and rock-bottom self-esteem.

It didn’t take long to find out why. He had recently come out as gay to his devoutly religious parents, who responded by disowning him. It gets worse: at a subsequent family dinner, his father took him aside and told him it would have been better if he, rather than his younger brother, had died in a car accident several years earlier.

Though terribly hurt and angry, this young man still hoped he could get his parents to accept his sexuality and asked me to meet with the three of them.

The session did not go well. The parents insisted that his “lifestyle” was a grave sin, incompatible with their deeply held religious beliefs. When I tried to explain that the scientific consensus was that he had no more choice about his sexual orientation than the color of his eyes, they were unmoved. They simply could not accept him as he was.

I was stunned by their implacable hostility and convinced that they were a psychological menace to my patient. As such, I had to do something I have never contemplated before in treatment.

At the next session I suggested that for his psychological well-being he might consider, at least for now, forgoing a relationship with his parents.

I felt this was a drastic measure, akin to amputating a gangrenous limb to save a patient’s life. My patient could not escape all the negative feelings and thoughts about himself that he had internalized from his parents. But at least I could protect him from even more psychological harm.

Easier said than done. He accepted my suggestion with sad resignation, though he did make a few efforts to contact them over the next year. They never responded.

Of course, relationships are rarely all good or bad; even the most abusive parents can sometimes be loving, which is why severing a bond should be a tough, and rare, decision.

Dr. Judith Lewis Herman, a trauma expert who is a clinical professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School, said she tried to empower patients to take action to protect themselves without giving direct advice.

“Sometimes we consider a paradoxical intervention and say to a patient, ‘I really admire your loyalty to your parents — even at the expense of failing to protect yourself in any way from harm,’ ” Dr. Herman told me in an interview.

The hope is that patients come to see the psychological cost of a harmful relationship and act to change it.

Eventually, my patient made a full recovery from his depression and started dating, though his parents’ absence in his life was never far from his thoughts.

No wonder. Research on early attachment, both in humans and in nonhuman primates, shows that we are hard-wired for bonding — even to those who aren’t very nice to us.

We also know that although prolonged childhood trauma can be toxic to the brain, adults retain the ability later in life to rewire their brains by new experience, including therapy and psychotropic medication.

For example, prolonged stress can kill cells in the hippocampus, a brain area critical for memory. The good news is that adults are able to grow new neurons in this area in the course of normal development. Also, antidepressants encourage the development of new cells in the hippocampus.

It is no stretch, then, to say that having a toxic parent may be harmful to a child’s brain, let alone his feelings. But that damage need not be written in stone.

Of course, we cannot undo history with therapy. But we can help mend brains and minds by removing or reducing stress.

Sometimes, as drastic as it sounds, that means letting go of a toxic parent.

Dr. Richard A. Friedman is a professor of psychiatry at Weill Cornell Medical College.

The first cut is the deepest

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

I spoke to an old flame of my mom’s today and gave him the update on her condition. He said a day hasn’t passed in all these years where he doesn’t think of her.

The wisdom of age

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

I was driving home the other day from the hospital and found I had two messages on my cellphone. I pulled over to listen to them and they were from a nutty relation spewing venom. I listened without having any feeling whatsoever and then only a mild sense of amusement.

I had, I learned today, transcended the moment.

If every transaction requires a giver and a receiver and I was not the giver of these invectives, nor did I care to be the receiver of them, then I could opt out. I did this mechanically without thinking about it and miraculously had a trascendent moment.

Michele’s talk at yoga today was about how if you are thinking disturbing thoughts to think otherwise. And that you only receive shit if you give or have given the same type of shit. If you are neither the giver or receiver, and have not been, then you have the ability to opt out.

Love this stuff. So today while I was twisted in a pretzel and feeling like my thigh muscles just weren’t going to go along with this and I thought my stomach was pooching out and I looked fat, I said to myself instead – yoga isn’t about being comfortable and what if I am beautiful and voluptuous and desirable, stomach notwithstanding?

It worked – I felt suddenly transformed in this beautiful flexible clear-headed being.

Look up, tonight

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

The best time to watch the earth as it moves past Halley’s Comet debris left in the atmosphere will be between 1 a.m. and dawn local time Wednesday morning, regardless of your location. That’s when the patch of Earth you are standing on is barreling headlong into space on Earth’s orbital track, and meteors get scooped up like bugs on a windshield.