<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928982451920011121</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:42:51.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Therapist's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Angela Jullings, Psychotherapist, Hypnotherapist &amp;amp; Clinical Supervisor of therapists, sharing insights and thoughts on emotional issues.&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928982451920011121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela Jullings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078359345563613804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928982451920011121.post-8378625418855997627</id><published>2011-06-13T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:21:09.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch checkout?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is 2011, or so I believe. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure of that, most days. &amp;nbsp;Until last week. &amp;nbsp;I was also pretty sure most people in the UK had heard of psychotherapy. &amp;nbsp;“Most people” meaning more than 50%. &amp;nbsp;Until last week, of course. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Most of my supermarket visits are uneventful. &amp;nbsp;“Most” being more than 50%. &amp;nbsp;So, visiting my local supermarket last week caught me off guard somewhat when it proved to be anything but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Having shopped for enough food to feed 30 people for one week, I took my goodies to the nearest checkout. &amp;nbsp;The usual beeps from the bar code scanning machine had the familiar effect of lulling me into a relaxed “it’s-nearly-all-over-and-you-can-go-home-soon” type of trance. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hadn’t really paid much attention to the checkout lady. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“Almost finished” I thought. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As I took my loyalty card out to rack up 1000s of nigh-on worthless points, the checkout lady said to me “you work?” &amp;nbsp;Now, I’m used to working with boundary issues. &amp;nbsp;It’s my job. &amp;nbsp;Much of my work is spent exploring boundary violations, boundary setting and keeping with my clients. &amp;nbsp;However, I wasn’t at work this evening and being human, I was a little off guard! &amp;nbsp;“Er, yes, yes, I do!” &amp;nbsp;Said I. &amp;nbsp;“What do you do? &amp;nbsp;You got kids? &amp;nbsp;You a working Mum?” &amp;nbsp;Feeling a little uncomfortable, aware of the queue behind me, all desperate to hear what I was going to reply and knowing they were next in line to be questioned, I muttered “yes, yes”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoving the food into my bags as quickly as I could, determined to exit stage left, our checkout lady wasn’t letting me get away so easily. &amp;nbsp;With more determination this time, she asked “So.....what do you do? &amp;nbsp;What’s your job?” &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I thought about brushing her off, avoiding the question, lying, running, pretending my mobile needed answering urgently or just plain fainting there, right on the shop floor, but instead I heard myself answer “Urm. &amp;nbsp;I’m a psychotherapist” in as low a voice as possible. &amp;nbsp;After all, I didn’t want everyone hearing the “interview” I was undergoing. &amp;nbsp;“A what?!” came the reply. &amp;nbsp;I repeat the agony of answering again and try to punch in my debit card numbers on the payment keypad as fast as I can. &amp;nbsp;“A what?! &amp;nbsp;What’s a psychotherapist? &amp;nbsp;Is it like.....is it like......is it witchcraft or something? &amp;nbsp;Casting spells?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop punching in my numbers and look at my “interviewer”. &amp;nbsp;She’s deadly serious. &amp;nbsp;I take a deep breath and, just about to explain myself and my work, I suddenly thought “why bother?” and heard myself saying instead....”yes, yes. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I suppose it is a little like that.” &amp;nbsp;I’m not sure it was she or I who was quickest to get shot of each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was naughty but it      &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; late, with a huge queue behind me and I had the sense that no amount of explaining would have worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, reeling from the shock of being labelled a witch, wondering if she’s a one-off or whether there are other people out there who aren’t aware of what psychotherapy is. &amp;nbsp;Is it really 2011? &amp;nbsp;Most days I’m pretty sure it is. &amp;nbsp;Until last week, that is.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Note to self: &amp;nbsp;more work needed on one’s boundary setting.&lt;br /&gt;Extra note to self: &amp;nbsp;avoid the same checkout next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928982451920011121-8378625418855997627?l=angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8378625418855997627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/witch-checkout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928982451920011121/posts/default/8378625418855997627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928982451920011121/posts/default/8378625418855997627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/witch-checkout.html' title='Witch checkout?'/><author><name>Angela Jullings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078359345563613804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928982451920011121.post-4511793870119566757</id><published>2011-04-21T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:40:09.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm popular at parties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I’ve lost count of the number of times people have found my work “fascinating” at parties or functions I attend. &amp;nbsp;It seems no-one really wants to get to know “me” but the psychotherapist or hypnotherapist, the work I do. &amp;nbsp;The most frequently asked question I hear is “can you hypnotise me?” &amp;nbsp;This question hosts a range of pre-suppositions and assumptions. &amp;nbsp;I always reply “no, I can’t” and then explain why. &amp;nbsp;It’s a misconception far and wide that a psychotherapist who practices hypnosis can hypnotise their clients. &amp;nbsp;They can’t. &amp;nbsp;We can only assist, guide, facilitate the hypnotic state. &amp;nbsp;Only the client can hypnotise themselves. &amp;nbsp;It’s not just a willingness to enter the hypnotic state but the unique inner world of the client that allows them to journey to that state. &amp;nbsp;As I don’t know that world and have no control over it, I can’t “make” hypnosis happen, I can only guide and facilitate. &amp;nbsp;Ok, yeah, I’m skilled with years of practice behind that skill, but I’m not a magician.....I can’t make it happen, only you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most popular question I’m asked at such social gatherings is “what’s hypnosis like?” &amp;nbsp;I reply “you already know, you do it on a daily basis”. &amp;nbsp;Hypnosis, although a unique experience for everyone, has many common traits. &amp;nbsp;It’s an altered state of awareness. &amp;nbsp;You experience that state when you’re reading a book, watching tv (unless it’s crap of course!), daydreaming, having sex and caught up on Facebook perhaps! &amp;nbsp;Common traits of the hypnotic state: &amp;nbsp;dissociation from where you are (example, the people or noise around you, the chair underneath you), heightened sense of focus perhaps, a deeply relaxed state or one where you forget your body and travel somewhere in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No two experiences of trance will be the exact match because no two people are the same. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All in all, it’s not new to you, you’ve done it before and are expert at going into trance. &amp;nbsp;You probably didn’t know that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928982451920011121-4511793870119566757?l=angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4511793870119566757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-im-popular-at-parties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928982451920011121/posts/default/4511793870119566757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928982451920011121/posts/default/4511793870119566757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelajullingsblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-im-popular-at-parties.html' title='Why I&apos;m popular at parties...'/><author><name>Angela Jullings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078359345563613804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
