Friday, January 21, 2011

The Psychology of...Blogging?

I have a friend named Kim, whom I have mentioned before in these hallowed pages of Blogzilly. She sends me goofy images to make me laugh most of the time, taking the edge off of my sharper days. Stuff like the above image.

Other times, she sends me things to provoke thought or help me answer questions she knows I am seeking answers to.

Funny that.

It is, at times, as if the glory days of Palisades Toys have not ended. There we are, like Batman and Robin, a team again.

Kim has a great deal of that traditional Southern humility. She would argue about how minimal her role was compared to mine at the old P, I would argue that the best work that came out of Palisades was when she was there.

The fact is, that she really was the final piece of the puzzle when it came to filling out the whole picture in the Product Development department (though there was ONE addition to that puzzle, an unexpected one, call it an unplanned pregnancy in the Product Development family...that I plan to discuss later), and that's why everything started to really get as good as it could be with her arrival.

But I digress, as usual. I could write a book about Kim. I could write a book about a lot of things, anyone want to set me up with a book deal?

Anyway...Kim sent me this article, about the healing power of writing or crafting a narrative or your life when it comes to psychotherapy and I wanted to share it here.

Why? Because I think it applies not just to me, but to a HELLUVA lot of you, too.

We all use our blogs, many of us do anyway, as therapeutic tools. I know I do. I have the telephone number here of a psychologist I have been meaning to call for months...MONTHS now, and I haven't. The main reason is that I find that writing is more therapeutic for me than all the times I have ever spent in chunks in therapy.

And I have spent some chunks of time on the couch, in case you were wondering. I have zero admitting that. There is a stigma in this society about that, one that I have never understood, but I SO do not see it that way.

To me, mental health, and the search for improving your mental health, is NO different than walking into a gym to improve your body, and there is no stigma attached to that.

But people are afraid that others will think they are nucking futs. Oh well. Those people, who leap to the instantaneous conclusion that anyone seeking help for their mental health issues are about to run to the top of the nearest clock tower with a Dragunov SVU and start plugging away at innocent civilians, deserve to be the first ones in the cross-hairs.

Here's the article, published in the Scientific American and written by May Benatar.


Psychotherapy and the Healing Power of Narrating a Life

An important part of the psychotherapy process, as I understand it and have practiced it, involves constructing a narrative of one’s life.

This may seem like a curious task given that we all know or should know the story of our lives. We’ve been imagining the movie to be made from that story forever, right?

Well, that may be true of some us, but a surprising number of people actually don’t have a coherent story: something that hangs together, makes sense, and has some internal consistency. The story may have large, important chunks missing. Or the narrative is fragmented and chaotic. Sometimes the story is there but it is self-condemnatory and unfair.

A woman who was raped at the age of 16 was telling herself that she consented to sex with a man much older than she was, someone she barely knew. She thought of herself as a slut. All the adults in her family would agree (if they knew the story): a 16-year-old is a grown-up and responsible for her actions.

I had her look up the definition of "statutory rape."

It took years for her to empathize with her frightened and confused 16-year-old self and to re-structure the story to reflect her naiveté, fear, isolation and vulnerability at the time.

Our stories may not be our own. We may have adopted the stories of our parents, grandparents, siblings or some other authority figure rather than having developed an account of our own experience as we felt and perceived it.

To construct a story of our life is to make meaning of it. To compose memory, emotion and internal experience as well as autobiographical facts into a story helps us to become who we are. Interestingly, story-telling is taught in school very early: in pre-school and kindergarten. A pre-school teacher noted that children’s stories often become autobiographical quite spontaneously. The children include details of family life without prompting.

Story-telling is an important part of self development. The narration that has gone awry can be addressed and realigned in psychotherapy.

There is compelling research evidence that the coherence of a primary caregiver’s autobiographical, relational story is a key component in parenting. There is good reason to believe that the quality of children’s relational lives, as well as their sense of security in the world will be positively impacted by how their parents have come to understand and narrate their own relational history.

What researchers found was that a strong predictor of stable, secure attachment in babies was the primary ability to recount a coherent story of their own lives. That story doesn't need to be historically accurate. It does not need to be positive. It is not necessary to have had a happy childhood. All that is necessary is to be able to tell both yourself and an interviewer a story that hangs together and makes sense.

This is how coherence is described by the one of the researchers:
...a coherent interview is both believable and true to the listener; in a coherent interview, the events and affects intrinsic to early relationships are conveyed without distortion, contradiction or derailment of discourse. The subject collaborates with the interviewer, clarifying his or her meaning, and working to make sure he or she is understood.

Such a subject is thinking as the interview proceeds, and is aware of thinking.

This assertion comes from the attachment literature in which adult caregivers’ "attachment status" is evaluated as a measure of the quality, stability and security of the adults’ relationship bonds. This in turn was correlated with the attachment status of their offspring.

Given the robustness of this research finding I don’t understand why everyone who wants to be a parent or is a parent doesn’t run to their nearest therapist. It would seem to be the best argument for undertaking the admittedly arduous, expensive, and sometimes painful process of psychotherapy.

So many of us have accepted someone else's version of our lives. If you have always been told that your childhood was idyllic you might be tempted to go along and not validate some of your own memories or even weak suspicions that things were not always perfect. If you were always told that you were an overly sensitive child you might buy this wholesale. Never mind your own dim sense that people were actually pretty mean to you.

People in therapy are often concerned that they are blaming others for their problems and this seems unfair. Their empathy for their parents and siblings will make it difficult to empathize with their own younger selves. Empathy for others, those adults who did the best for us growing up, is a positive thing. But not if it’s prioritized over empathy for the self.

It is truly amazing how much fog, depression, confusion and anxiety begins to lift when the story one narrates starts to be one's own. It needn’t be a pretty story or even a wholly accurate story—just one’s own.

A college freshman grew up "knowing" he was just like his father: a depressed, somewhat ineffectual man who had problems functioning at work and at home. The father was bedeviled by chronic procrastination and low energy and a robust depression. As a result the job he held did not reflect his true talents. The family struggled financially.

The young man was brought to therapy for some of the same issues. Despite a very high IQ he was barely passing his classes at school. He had trouble getting his work in on time and was virtually paralyzed when he had a writing assignment. He saw himself as depressed, learning disabled, and an all around loser. His "diagnosis" was confirmed by mental health professionals who put him on anti-depressant medication and medication for ADHD.

An important chapter in our work together was getting him to re-address the story of self he had constructed, i.e. that the apple lay right next to the parental tree. Psychological testing ruled out ADHD or any learning problems at all. He suffered from self esteem issues but was not seriously depressed. Perhaps he was not the "loser" that he had told himself he was?

With a lot of support and constant re-addressing of his basic assumptions about himself, this young man was able to construct a narrative that had more complexity, nuance, and coherence then the family story he had been sold and had bought. He went on to finish college with good grades and an ever increasing robust sense of self.

As examples above - both the rape victim and the young man who saw himself as a loser - illustrate, the enterprise of creating an authentic and coherent narrative of self is an important part of the complex enterprise of psychotherapy and one that pays great dividends in an unfolding life story.


About the Author: May Benatar is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker in practice as a psychotherapist in the DC metro area. She has her PhD in clinical social work and has published, taught, and consulted on the topics of adult development, parenting, and the treatment of the long term effects of psychological trauma. May blogs at Posts from the Unconscious. Please come by and visit.


Hope you enjoyed that little article. I sure did. It validated a few things for me. Not that I needed any. It also made me think how much I want to get some of my hand-written journals of old entered into the computer.

Anyone know of any software that can do that? Or is it just gonna come down to me pulling out those old notebooks and transcribing it one page at a time?

Oh good God that's gonna be tedious.

'...and then I slipped her a note in class and then she even said she LIKED me! Isn't that swell? Gee whiz!'



  1. Ooh, lots of thoughts about this one.

    The first, and most random - I *love* the picture of the couch/chaise thing. Oh my goodness. I think I'd get happy just sitting on it - what a great chair that would be to have in a therapist's office! (I went to counseling for a couple of years. Just sat on a poofy black leather chair. Not at all the same.)

    I loved that article! I really agree with it. For a while I was thinking of getting a degree in psych and using it to help people express themselves with writing or scrapbooking as a healing process. A lot of people think of scrapbooking as just being about paper and stickers and stuff (and it can be), but I've used mine to work out some of my more painful issues from the past. I need to get back to that - it's been a while. Blogging, journaling - all great ways (if you're honest with yourself) to work things out.

    As far as your old journals, I don't know about anything that would automatically transfer image to text, but if you just want an image preserved of them, there's a wand-type scanner for around $100 that you can wave over the page of a book/journal/photo and create a digital image. My friend has one and loves it - type in "Wand scanner" on Amazon and it's the first result, a VuPoint.

    That's awesome that Kim is still in touch and (of course) still wonderful. I miss hearing from/about her! I do think about her frequently when I see Tina Fey, though. I always thought there was a resemblance. (:

  2. Lifeline for me,that is for sure.

    My blog started as a place to vent,when seizures began.Not to any particular person per say.Just a chance for me to get it down and out of my head.I know that since Zoey,knock on wood,is in a stable place right now,you don't hear a whole ton of bitching from me,but trust me,through seizure and leukemia it wasn't pretty.Put my little place aon the net saved me.My sanity.My marriage perhaps and my faith.And money ... best therapy I could have ever this day.

    Have a great weekend ... enjoy the games.

  3. yeah blogging is great therapy...I always use it that way....although I can't find the energy to when things are either quite good or quite bad....

    that article almost makes we want to go to a therapist....although I've been on the cusp of doing that for years. For some reason I never take the plunge. I think in a way I'm afraid to "fix" whatever is wrong in my brain.

    Anyway, good post!

  4. Great article/post, indeed! Thanks for sharing it! Writing is the best activity one could have! It seems I'm not the only one whom it helped ;)? Yet, I think writing mostly of books is the best activity one could have as it is connected with everything else one could think of or imagine! After writing my 1st Tale Of The Rock Pieces I realized it was the thing I would do till the rest of my days and would never get bored! I realized also imaginary stories could be much more real than the real ones ;)... from time to time. Writing could help anyone lead a better/healthier way of life, learn a lot of new, useful facts, even acquire new skills (if the story reveals some special skills of the characters the writer has to know them very well ;). I still feel that way... writing helped me a lot to think over my life and realize how to deal with all the problems/troubles one could experience... It helped me to get over my thoughts to suicide myself (along with reading some of Terry Pratchett's books). So, I could recommend it as the best therapy too! Best wishes to all bloggers and writers! Let the wonderful noise of the sea always sounds in your ears! (a greeting of my water dragons' hunters - my Tale Of The Rock Pieces).


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