Becoming a Witness

Charles Strozier at the NY Academy of Medicine.

One of the plenary presentations at the Bystanders No More conference was by Charles B. Strozier. He had interviewed survivors and bystanders of 9/11. On the large screen behind the podium he projected images of what happened that day and in the days thereafter - images most people had only seen on their small TV screens. Some were familiar to me, others not - I didn't have a TV in those days. The photograph that stood out for me more than any other, was one taken outside the nearest hospital to the World Trade Centre. It showed a big clutch of green-coated doctors and nurses just waiting. They waited all day apparently - no-one came. There were almost no casualties of 9/11. Only the dead and the survivors. For the first time ever, this became a real event to me -

Why "Bystanders No More"?

An astonishing story lies behind the conference I attended in New York in May this year. Its a story about a largely hidden genocide of 100 years ago and the effect of its horrors on the silenced and unacknowledged survivors. A story of how this history was put centre stage by a second-generation survivor and what her colleagues then did about it. A story also of healing, generosity of spirit and reconciliation.

So, what happened?
The last International Self Psychology Conference was held in Turkey in October 2010. Present at the previous US conference in 2009, where the next venue was announced, was an analyst, the daughter of a survivor of the Armenian genocide in Turkey in 1915-23.

Back Home!

Apologies to readers out there for my silence. I had no idea beforehand how important a peaceful Friday is to my blogging career. And there were none of those while I was travelling. Consequently I have many topics to post because it was a very stimulating trip.

Not least the TRISP Conference in New York where I started. Before I get into it - and I think there will probably be about 4 postings on that alone - perhaps travellers to JFK might like to know that the queue at the border was 2 hours long in early May. They fingerprint both hands and take a picture of every entrant. They probably didn't realise that my fingertips are so worn down I don't have any fingerprints left - something I discovered when trying to renew my driver's licence recently.  Thus began my life of crime. (Someone should warn the police to watch out for aging criminals!) I took an illegal picture while waiting in the queue on my new Blackberry before an official came to tell me off. I will post it when I figure out how to transfer the photo.

Should Individual Counselling be a Luxury? Re-Evaluation Counselling

Re-Evaluation Counselling (RC) is a form of peer counselling and is also often called co-counselling. All participants are trained in the theory and techniques so that although co-counsellors may differ in levels of experience, we meet and session together as equals. Its the only practice of human growth and development I know, which places the hurts caused by socio-cultural oppression (starting with the oppression of parents and young people and including racism, classism, sexism etc.), at the core of human distress and imparts a number of methods and group processes to address these.

Re-Evaluation Counselling isn't a luxury. The training is affordable and once you've learnt it, its free.You can have a session in many countries on the planet with another RCer and it will only cost the price of the trip you paid to get there. Workshops cost, but that's your choice.
One of  the most important features of co-counselling is the emphasis on emotional release.

A Cape Town Day

I didn't see any!

Sometimes one gets far more than one seeks. And in Cape Town this is often true. Take for example the morning traffic jam up Paradise Road, Newlands. There the mountain looms close overhead, every detail etched by the morning sun. It beats Los Angeles or London, doesn't it? So last Friday, there I was having breakfast, preparing to spend the morning writing, when I heard on the radio that there were dolphins chasing fish in Simonstown harbour.
This might happen quite frequently but us landlubbers in Plumstead don't always know about it. I thought I'd go and have a look.
When I got there, I couldn't see anything out at sea, but it was a

glorious day so I wandered. There was a sign saying Mosque, uphill from the Main Road. In the paving of the lane, there was a motif, looking like something one might find in Glasgow by Charles Rennie Mackintosh. As I walked up, I saw that the design was picked up in the stained glass windows of the building at the top - an Art Deco mosque! Built in 1911, with the minaret added in 1925. A shopkeeper told me that the Heritage museum was interesting. This was in a house called Amlay and the signs said 'closed on Friday'. But I could hear someone in the garden so I asked him if it really was closed, because the front door behind the security gate was open. He said "Try ringing the bell." So I did. After a short while a woman came to the door.

Women's Bodies (part II)

Video highlights of Endangered Species gives a taste of what the London summit was like. Why 'Endangered Species'? Susie Orbach says: The young woman who can feel free to explore her interests without being preoccupied by how her body appears or focus on what procedure she should have in the future to change it, is becoming an ‘endangered species’.

Sibongile Khumalo - jazz and classical singer

Here in South Africa we still have a multiplicity of images of women that inspire us, but for young women they are fading fast. The quest for the perfect body is in the ascendancy. As Susie says, Body Hatred is one of the West's most nefarious exports. Look at this ad. for deodorant in which Lira, a hugely popular singer in our country especially among young women, says: The whole world is like a stage and I have to look perfect all the time.....We are being manipulated to use a product which has nothing to do with looks, the inference being that if we perspire less we can be perfect like Lira. What is implied about the natural propensities of our bodies to perspire and for that matter smell, is just another well-known addition to the catalogue of Body Hatred. For a wonderful contrast to all of this take a look at the football grannies, who have also been used in advertisements. However young women are not the target of these. 
I wonder if people know of some other South African examples of Body Hatred production that they'd like to share?

Should Individual Counselling Be a Luxury?

From "The Gift Returned" by Lauraine Vivian

For many years, post-TRC (Truth and Reconciliation Commission), there has been hardly any funding for individual trauma counselling. The directors and management at the Trauma Centre (and probably other NGO’s) had to be creative in how they could permit counselling programs to continue. No-one on the staff doubted the need for it and many of us were invested in it. By invested, I mean that we had been trained to do individual work and believed in it. Besides, it had taken at least 10 years of mental health education to make trauma counselling into a service that poor and working class people would seek, let alone find accessible. In the late 90’s and early 2000’s the Trauma Centre’s Training Department played a part in this. It offered widely disseminated Trauma Skills programs to front-line workers. But prior to those programs, OASSSA, provided services to ex-detainees and their families even before the Trauma Centre existed.
The imparting of various forms of emotional literacy also happened in workshops provided to many workers during the 90’s. These were intended to fuel the transformational agendas of various sectors, e.g. public service, the army, the police, and other emergency personnel.

These efforts reached their apex in the trauma counselling culture that developed around the TRC. In 1996, when I met with Thulani Granville-Grey who was involved with the Human Rights Violation Committee of the TRC, he showed me his list of victim requests. I was surprised to see that counselling was prominent among them.

Now the global economic crunch has relegated individual counselling and therapy to the realm of the luxurious –services a developing society can presumably ill afford to indulge. And yet the need remains. I have recently participated in a worldwide e-mail colloquium of the International Association of Relational Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy (IARPP). In it we discussed traumas of history and war. The need for a respectful, patient, nuanced approach to each individual with their own unique history, was so sensitively articulated by many experienced practitioners that I wonder how we can go about effecting the kind of mass scale of recovery that is required in this country. Why should only those who can afford it have the individual attention that most people need? Is everyone else supposed to make do with groups, workshops and “community healing”? I’m not saying those don’t also have their place, but it’s not enough, is it?