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So was it love or transference then, grant?
I'm doing a group therapy course at the moment, with experiential group work for three hours a week, and I'm analysing every fucking thing. I can barely be civil to my poor mother on the phone. And, as for climbing into bed with a shrink every night, there's no hope for me... I guess sometimes a cigar is just a stiff dick, as Freud might have said if he had been fonder of us benders.
CBT, btw, is Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. It's a short-term treatment option, often used to help with specific, focused problems like phobias, panic attacks and mild or less severe forms of depression.
It combines cognitive therapy, examining troublesome cognitions (thoughts, attitudes, and beliefs) and behavioural therapy, which focuses on how you behave in response to those troubling thoughts.
CBT's about identify thoughts that cause troublesome feelings and behaviour, and learning to change that thinking which then leads to more appropriate and positive responses. The aim is to replace unhelpful or negative cognitions with positive ones.
The research shows that it's effective (and cost-effective too) , so it's becoming more and more available here in the UK all the time. To borrow neuköln's metaphor, it won't drain the stinking moat but it'll help you build a canoe or a stout drawbridge to cross over it. Classical psychoanalysis might help you drain the moat but, then again, you might just drown. From that point of view, CBT's a better option. |
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