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Gale Minchew, PhD

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Counseling Outside The Box...Grief

In my counseling practice, I dwell not on the past but on the indomitable spirit of your will to go forward, to live in the present and prepare for a beautiful future.  Unfortunately, many who come into my office are stuck in the past, dwelling on issues they can no longer effect.  My patients bring me problems with seemingly no solution.  What am I to do?  Easy...think outside the box.  Refuse to be constrained by typical or expected answers. 

What does one do when she cannot get past the loss of a loved one?  The typical answers I've heard over the years include "It'll get easier with time" or "You must take time to grieve" or "Know they're in a better place" for example.  These comments, while offered by genuine hearts, do little to help one move forward to a point where the pain has subsided and they can again recall their loved one with beautiful memories rather than sadness or distress. 

All cases are unique and must be addressed as such.  For my patient, she had tried for years to let go of her despair, so it was clear to me that she needed a technique for letting go that was definitely outside the box.  To that end, I suggested she send a message of love.  I asked her to go home and sit down with her thoughts.  She should write a letter to her loved one expressing everything she wanted and needed to say.  Once the letter was written, I asked her to attach the letter to a helium balloon, walk out into a wide open space, close her eyes for a moment and think special thoughts of the loved one, then release the balloon to the heavens where the recipient could "receive" her message.

Now, some may say this is nonsense, but to this patient, it changed her perspective, allowed her to release long held feelings of sadness and despair, and gave her a chance to symbolically say everything she needed to say for closure.  She needed the physical and visual representation of goodbye.  For her, the standard answer to her problem only seemed to make it worse.  Thinking outside the box to find a solution enabled her to go forward with a lighter heart, a feeling of closure, and the ability to apply the same technique to other areas of her life.

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The Sidewalk Ends Here…

May 11, 2011

I don’t remember any books from my childhood.  At least, that’s what I thought.  When I first tried to conger up memories of reading, I drew a complete blank.  Yes, I couldn’t think of one single book!  So, I decided to delve a little further into my mind and came up with the cute teddy bear board book my mom read to me as a toddler, Cinderella, and The Princess and the Pea.  I still have that little teddy bear book and will always cherish it.  But, can that really be all I remember reading as a child?  Pulling those memories from the frayed edges of my mind soon buried me under a wave of book covers and authors.  Oh!  What about the Sweet Valley High series by Francine Pascal?  I read that series incessantly during my teen years.  I remember spending so much money on those books…and it became a challenge…buying, reading, and arranging all those books on my shelf in chronological order.  Then, a little further back I remembered some required reading from middle school…Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume and the life and writings of Edgar Allen Poe.  I admit, I didn’t care for Judy Blume, but I was fascinated with Edgar Allen Poe…The Raven, The Tell Tale Heart, The Masque of the Red Death, The Pit and the Pendulum, and so on.  But, I still wonder why they had Poe as required reading for a 13 year old!  It was probably my fascination with Poe that led to my interest in crime/suspense/mystery novels.  So, it was only logical that by high school, I had moved on to Dean Koontz, Stephen King, and Anne Rice. 

I continued to ponder the books I read as a child and found that with all the authors, titles, and genres flowing through my mind, I continuously returned to fourth grade.  It was a magical year, I suppose…a time for trading stickers with my friends, staying out of the clutches of boys chasing girls on the playground, and my first introduction to poetry.  Now, I admit I would have done almost anything to not go outside for recess, as you can imagine!  Quite coincidentally, my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Joyce Sigler, had an exciting project for me and a friend in lieu of play time.  At recess, she would tape a large sheet of white paper on the wall and place the overhead projector in just the right spot for maximum size.  She would then place a transparency on the overhead glass, and my friend and I would carefully trace the letters and drawings onto the plain white paper.  That simple job made me feel important!  And, unbeknownst to me at the time, I learned about poetry and how to make that funny little lower case ‘a’.  I mean, who really writes an ‘a’ like that?  Ultimately, I ended up reading the entire book from which the transparencies were made.  What an exciting experience at such an impressionable time in my young life!

You may wonder what poetry could possibly fill a fourth grader with so much excitement.  This poetry was magical, complete with funny drawings…a book filled of stories such as Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who would not take the garbage out, a crocodile who went to the dentist, and little Peggy Ann McKay who was so sick she could not go to school today!  Yes, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein became my favorite book that year.  That year became one of my most memorable years in school and, by my estimation, served as a catalyst for my growing love of books.

I now share Mr. Silverstein’s books with my own children.  Not only Where the Sidewalk Ends, but A Light in the Attic, Falling Up, and The Giving Tree, as well.  Will my fourth grader have the same memories about reading these books as I have?  Probably not, but I hope to make an impression as great as that given to me all those years ago by one very special fourth grade teacher and Shel Silverstein!

*This entry first appeared as a guest post on basicallyamazingashley.com in May 2011