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The Healing Power of a Good Therapist

The precursor of the mirror is the mother’s face. —D.W. Winnicott, Playing and Reality, 1971

Thirteen years ago I gave birth to my very much wanted third child. Eight months later I ended up in the psychiatric ward of a public hospital for exhaustion and post natal depression. That was when I met my therapist.

For a long time in therapy I did not have a coherent narrative. My stories were long, rambling, confused and disordered. I did not have the discretionary powers to summarize a situation in a succinct, global and philosophical sense. This gave my therapist a pretty clear idea what sort of upbringing I had experienced with my biological mother.

Finally, here was someone who intuitively understood my battered and tenuous relationship with my mother and managed to approve of and validate my feelings without denigrating her. Only I was allowed to whine irritably and incessantly about my mother — no one else was. Blood is thicker than therapy and my very clued-in and astute therapist knew this.

I thought she was amazingly wonderful even if she did wear Ice Queen pin-striped skirt-suits to work and called herself Ms. I have watched her wardrobe change over the years from power dressing to casual clothes that don’t require ironing, from polished high heels to comfortable flats, from black stockings to polka-dotted, multi-colored, frilly-topped socks and from crisp business shirts to sleeveless polyester vests.

I have watched the many years etch lines of wisdom onto her face. We have both grown older and wiser in the same space and time. Because we are very similar in height, hair color, eye color and complexion I sometimes think she could be my real mother. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing your own reflection. But I find it overwhelming and intimidating if she stares at me for too long.

Heinz Kohut believes that empathic mirroring is an essential part of the mother-child/therapist-client bonding experience. One day it dawned on me that my therapist was mirroring my movements. I leaned forward and rested my hand on my chin and so did she. My foot would jerk upward when I mentioned my mother and it was very enlightening to watch her foot jerk up occasionally as well. When she involuntarily took a sharp intake of breath I knew I had said something of significant value. When she scratched her neck I reveled in perverse delight knowing I’d said something that highly irritated her.

Having a good belly laugh in therapy is most important. My therapist, my Winnicottian good-enough therapist, had a great self-deprecating sense of humor. When I arrived one day she was wearing crooked orange (orange!) lipstick. I finally mentioned it to her about a year later and she hooted with laughter and has told the story to other people, although not mentioning it was from a client. I once, on a very rare occasion, caught my mother without makeup on and grimaced. I was severely punished with a long, penetrating, icy glare that made my armpits itch ferociously.

Psychologist John Bowlby believes that attachment and bonding between mothers and children is socially significant and a powerful force in human nature. My therapist, to all intents and purposes, at that stage, was my mother and the little girl within me suffered separation anxiety every moment of the day I was without her. Especially when she went away on overseas holidays. Although she always let me know where she was going, and with whom, the pain of knowing she was in another country was sometimes horribly indescribable.

When I got too frightened and lonely I could contact my therapist either by phone, fax, post, text message or email. If all those forms of communication ever failed I would have been willing to give smoke signals or carrier pigeons a go. Although she was very busy at times, if need be she would fit in an extra appointment slot to see me. Knowledge of almost immediate contact soothed me considerably and I was able to cope with whatever demon was confronting me at that particular moment. And there were a lot of devils dancing on my front door step.

The Healing Power of a Good Therapist

Sonia Neale

Sonia Neale started therapy writing for post-natal-depression and anxiety. Thirteen years later she is the author of two books, The Bad Mother's Revenge and Death by Teenager, both published by ABC Books. She lives in Western Australia, is married with three teenagers, has a certificate in Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy and is studying for a psychology degree. Her website address is www.sonianeale.com

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Neale, S. (2018). The Healing Power of a Good Therapist. Psych Central. Retrieved on April 25, 2019, from https://psychcentral.com/lib/the-healing-power-of-a-good-therapist/
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