Showing posts with label psychology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychology. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 April 2020

The Joy of Childhood


Right before COVID-19 distancing measures came into play in the UK, I was fortunate enough to squeeze in a trip to London, including a visit to the Wellcome Collection museum. I often see reviews of interesting exhibitions at the place and wish I could go more often, so I relished the chance to check out the Play Well feature that occupied the downstairs gallery (which is usually hosting something on an intriguing psychology-related theme).




Now, I have to admit I’m not a huge museum person in general – I usually grow tired and disinterested quite quickly when I visit them - but each time I’ve been to the Wellcome collection I’ve found their exhibitions to offer a very engaging experience. Through a thought-provoking mix of historical artefacts, artwork, video and more, Play Well explores the impact that play has on our lives – including its benefits to wellbeing – and how it has changed over the years. The exhibition really struck a chord with me, and I’d like to share my thoughts on some of the most pertinent features here.




The paradox of adulthood




I’ve often reflected on what a shame it is that we lose something of our propensity to play when we become adults, and this exhibition really brought that sad fact to the front of my mind. Indeed, the very first thing you see when you walk in the front door is a video of some primary school children answering questions about play, one of which was something to do with whether adults need play. Poignantly, a [roughly] 9-year-old matter-of-factly states that yes, adults do need play, so they can have a break and a rest. It’s a simple truth, but one that isn’t given anywhere near enough attention in day-to-day life. It’s an unfortunate paradox that perhaps the very reasons we need play to help us let go and wind down – increased responsibility, more stress, less time for doing the things we enjoy – are exactly what rob us of it as we grow up.



One person who talks a lot of sense about this stuff is actress, author and stand-up comedian Miranda Hart. Her fondness for ‘jollying life up’ shines through in everything from the exaggerated version of herself she plays in her sitcom to the fact that she’s released a book for the specific purpose of offering the reader a Daily Dose of Such Fun. To quote a favourite scene from Miranda:


“If adults had even the slightest in-the-moment joy of a child, then frankly the world would be a better place”




Never has something so profoundly poignant and philosophical been stated so simply and eloquently in a slapstick sitcom, but there you have it: wise words from my life hero. Everyone should play more and have more fun; end of!



The sensation of simplicity




Fröbel's gifts
One of my favourite parts of Play Well was the display of Fröbels Gifts, a set of materials designed by German educationist Friedrich Fröbel for the original Kindergarten in the 1800s. The Gifts were designed to facilitate learning and creativity throughout infancy and childhood, and comprised activities such as building blocks,  paper weaving, mosaic building and creating shapes & structures from, for instance, semi-dried peas & toothpicks or coloured pieces resembling lollipop sticks (to name just a few; see the video for more!). I was both surprised and heartened to find that as I viewed the artefacts, I did so with a compelling sense of familiarity: I warmly remembered playing with a lot of this stuff at school and at my grandparents’ house, and a bittersweet sense of nostalgia ensued.



I was pleased to hear from another visitor that these types of materials are still being used in her own work setting – a special educational needs school – but I wonder whether many kids still get to enjoy such activities today. More to the point, I wondered whether as adults we might benefit from such an opportunity: paper-weaving, for example, would make for a lovely mindfulness activity, and I’d rather hoped to purchase some papers and start practicing this at home. Alas, a quick search on Amazon reveals that you simply can’t but this stuff today, at least not from mainstream sources. What a shame.



The power of exploration




Another highlight of my Play Well experience was engaging with the ‘live-action role play’ (LARP) piece; a phenomenon designed to get people exploring and acting out situations in the context of a specifically-designed set of props. In this particular case, there were no rules or objective, but the designer had provided shapes and objects that were deliberately ambiguous in order to foster creativity and discovery. Visitors were particularly encouraged to interact with others on the set, which is indeed what I did myself when I finally plucked up the courage.



A playful moment
It was certainly true that the props on offer were ambiguous: the shapes seemed random and there was no clear way of using them or putting them together. My new companion and I had a bit of a laugh stacking them this way and that, seeing how well we could balance on them and so on. Then, all of a sudden we had a eureka moment we could form the pieces into a perfect tree with a snake climbing it as if to reach the forbidden fruit brilliant! We were childishly delighted with our creation, as you can see in the picture, and I think that’s exactly how it should be. Experiencing that in-the-moment joy from the smallest of things is something we surely all need more of.



I was just amazed by how simply being in that environment, letting go, experimenting and interacting with a stranger enabled a bunch of random shapes to become something meaningful. It goes to show that creativity is really facilitated by certain conditions, and conditions that most of us perhaps don’t experience much in our daily lives. How much better might we be at our jobs, or coming up with meal ideas, or thinking of novel things to do at the weekend, if we could offer ourselves those circumstances for creativity just a little more often?




Food for thought




As we live through the strange and unique experience presented by the COVID-19 pandemic, these thoughts are perhaps more poignant than ever. I talked in my previous post about the lightness that could come from such a dark situation, and I feel it brings with it an opportunity to cultivate creativity, enjoy the simple things and reconnect with the joy of childhood. A friend recently shared with me a quote that captures this quite nicely, a snippet from which reads:



“And the people stayed home. And they read books, and listened, and rested…made art, played games…And the people healed.” – Kitty O’Meara




I’ve added the italics myself for emphasis, as this is the crux of it all for me. Playing, and letting go, and spending time just being, is immensely healing. I hope we can discover and leverage that healing power and the joy of childhood through this difficult time and, more importantly, beyond. 



Saturday, 26 March 2016

We Are



I write this having been inspired by attending the History of Mental Health conference at Leeds Trinity University earlier this week.  This was a joint venture between the British Psychological Society’s History/Philosophy of Psychology Section and the Critical Psychiatry Network.  If you know me or have followed my views in this blog, you’ll be aware that this is right up my street!  The observant among you will notice it’s been a wee while since I’ve posted here - aside from being busy with uni work, I’ve also been writing a few bits for OMQ Fitness & Wellness magazine - so this was the perfect prompt for me to add some fresh material.  I hope you find it a good read.

A key theme over the two day conference was that of the epistemology of mental health: What constitutes knowledge?  Where and whom does it come from?  How is it developed?  Who decides which knowledge is good or best or right?  Given the theme of the event, a large proportion of the delegates would argue that too much credence is given to the knowledge of ‘experts by training’ (psychiatrists and so forth) and not enough to ‘experts by experience’ (those who have experienced mental health difficulties and their relatives & friends).  A very balanced view was given by keynote speaker Gail Hornstein, who suggested no type of knowledge or expertise is superior, but that the two need to become more integrated and be used together, not separately, to best support people’s mental wellbeing.

This notion of separation and fragmentation was another theme that cropped up a lot in my mind over the course of the two days.  Fragmentation between those ‘with’ and ‘without’ mental health problems; between ‘experts’ and ‘patients’; between the ethos of recovery and the obsession with quantitative evidence that underpins funding for services and research; between people’s actual experience of distress and psychiatry’s explanation for it.  I strongly believe that if we can build a more unified, inclusive approach, we can in turn build a stronger mental health system and ultimately a heathier, happier, more productive society.  

To illustrate my thoughts, I first cast my mind back a fair few years, to when I read The Psychopath Test by Jon Ronson.  In hindsight, this was probably my very first taste of critical psychiatry.  I was struck by Ronson’s statement that he had been able to diagnose himself with about 6 ‘mental disorders’ by reading the DSM.  As far as I can remember, I didn’t do a great deal of thinking about this fact at the time, but some years on I’ve become a lot more familiar with this field, and my professional interests have become somewhat consumed with addressing the over-pathologisation (yep, I think I made a new word up) of human experience and mental distress.

One of my favourite things about the conference was a section that encompassed accounts of mental distress from a range of sources.  A key message was that psychiatry’s depictions of and explanations for mental ‘illnesses’ are often very different from those that the individual can make sense of themselves.  Related to this, another key point was that making sense of distress is a process that can take many years, and sticking alabel on it therefore simply doesn’t work (at least not for the labelled individual, or indeed their loved ones).  A third key theme was the need to consider mental distress on a case by case basis, because each occurrence of it is as unique as each person who experiences it.  Putting someone in a category based on your perceptions of their experience isn’t conducive to helping them recover, whereas supporting them to understand their unique experience is. 

To further illustrate my thoughts, I turn to the words of Caitlin Jenkins, who at the event presented her research on service users’ experiences of psychiatric diagnosis, along with snippets of her own experience (she herself has received more than her share of psychiatric diagnoses and treatments over the years).  She noted there is a danger of seeing a person as a series of notes, rather than as a person.  One of her participants spoke of how a diagnosis gives rise to a particular treatment; if that treatment doesn’t work, another diagnosis is given, and so on.  This resonates with my own concerns that psychiatry arbitrarily tries to fit people into boxes in a way that doesn’t facilitate true insight into their experience or therefore how to help them.  This got me thinking about something that’s crossed my mind on occasions before: what would a psychiatrist have to say about me if they had the chance to observe my life or conduct an assessment on me?  I have a few ideas as to how this might go, and present them here with alternative explanations from my own viewpoint.

Lauren’s mood has been variable over the last two weeks; she moves between being bright in mood and full of energy to being low and withdrawn, sometimes within a single day.  These mood swings do not appear to be related to any particular events but happen spontaneously.  At time of writing, Lauren is experiencing a depressive episode; she is staying at home more regularly than usual and neglecting to partake in all of her usual activities.  Previous to this she was showing signs of mild mania; her lifestyle was somewhat chaotic and she presented as being obsessed with completing as many different activities as possible within each day.

I often experience ups and downs in mood, sometimes to a greater extent than others, but see that as a normal part of human experience and manage it accordingly.  Sometimes I do feel like my changes in mood are happening for no particular reason, but I can usually identify the causes in hindsight if not at the time. I’m quite self-aware as I practice mindfulness, so can usually recognise my mood changes quite quickly and look after myself well to keep on top of this.  Over the last couple of years I’ve had ups and downs with my physical health, which I seem to be getting better at managing.  I thrive on being really busy and active and have realised that I tend to feel healthier physically as well as mentally when I keep this up, so when I feel good I make the most of it by doing as much as possible.  I’m really ambitious so not one to waste time!  However, it’s really important to recognise when I need to take things down a notch.  I recently had a spell of feeling poorly for a few days and responded to my body telling me to take it east by having a rest week.  This meant I did gentle exercise rather than my usual intense, structured training, and spent the rest of my free time relaxing at home.  After a few days of this I felt much better and more myself.

Lauren has been persistently non-concordant with her medication.  She expresses paranoia and delusions that it will be harmful to her and do no good, and that the whole mental health system is one big conspiracy.  Lauren becomes highly argumentative when staff attempt to explain the benefits of her treatment and why she needs it.

I have no desire to take brain-altering drugs that will cause a multitude of unpleasant and potentially harmful effects.  Ultimately, we don’t really understand exactly how these drugs work and what their effects are on the body long-term.  There is no real difference between these drugs and illicit ones, except that psychiatric meds have been packaged and marketed in a way that implies they will fix some sort of problem or deficit, rather than as psychoactive substances (which they are).  Because I feel so strongly about this, any discussion about psychiatric meds is likely to end up quite heated; not least if someone is trying to get me to take them! 

Lauren has been very low in mood and withdrawn today.  She has refused to spend time with others and spent a lot of time isolating herself in her room, doing nothing.

I meditated a lot today, which made me feel very peaceful and at one with myself and the world.

From my experience working in a psychiatric hospital, I genuinely believe that my fictional patient notes above are quite a realistic representation of what might be written about me if I were unfortunate enough to be subjected to this.  The problem is that once you’re in a mental health service, the system seems to be hell-bent on giving you a diagnosis, and this is really difficult to shake.  In Caitlin’s research I mentioned above, one participant noted how a diagnosis is given, which gives rise to a particular type of medical treatment, and when it doesn’t work, another diagnosis is applied, along with a change in medication, and so on.  This resonates with me from my experience working in mental health, where new diagnoses and medication combinations appear to be flung around in a sometimes arbitrary, trial-and-error type of manner.  In my fictional situation above, I can see how my diagnosis might have changed to try and fit my presentation at each time, perhaps from bipolar disorder to paranoid schizophrenia to major depression, and no doubt over a number of years of ‘failed’ attempts at treatment and defiance of the system probably ultimately some sort of ‘personality disorder’.

I’ve talked before about how I feel that my determination to take good care of myself has really helped me to stay mentally well.  When I feel things are not going so well, I take the time to understand why this is and work out a way of remedying this.  I am very fortunate that I have always been able to do this with just myself and my friends & family for support, but I am all too aware of the many people who need extra support from mental health services to get well.  Unfortunately, the approach to mental health that has developed over the years jumps straight to medical solutions, with room to explore and work through distress being reserved for the lucky few that are able to access such services, or a kind of bolt-on to medical treatment.  At the conference that prompted me to write this post, I was inspired by the story of a mum who had seen her son go through acute psychosis, which she and he were helped through by support from SoteriaBradford.  He had been prescribed a variety of antipsychotics, none of which had relieved his distress, and the thing that really started to help him was a therapeutic approach called Open Dialogue, which he and his mum engaged with as a family.  This is a long process that requires concerted effort from therapist, patient and their families, but by engaging with this process they were able to identify factors that had contributed to his declining mental health, which ultimately supported him to come through the psychosis.  As a family they recognise that this may return at some stage but are confident that by accepting it and working with it rather than trying to force it to be silenced pharmaceutically, they can cope when this occurs.  Interestingly, there was no major trauma leading to his illness, but a culmination of elements of life and how he perceived them that took their toll. 

The point I’m really trying to make here, and the reason for the title of this post, is that, simply, we are all human, and could do well to remember that more often.  In her talk at the History of Mental Health conference, Gail Hornstein talked of how we’re always placing ourselves and others into categories – patient or professional, expert by experience or expert by training, those needing support or those offering it.  In reality we all have various roles and identities we fulfil and usually sit on a spectrum or fit within multiple categories simultaneously – if we can embrace this, perhaps we can achieve more than we would’ve done otherwise – for instance, Peer Support has become quite buzzword in the mental health arena, yet it is a term reserved for a relationship between patients and other patients.  Why not apply peer support to the staff too?  Surely they need support as much as those they seek to help, both in terms of professional development and looking after their own wellbeing?  And, indeed, to return to my original point about epistemology (where does knowledge come from?), professionals could do well to accept that patients may be able to help them too, and offer knowledge about their condition that no diagnostic label could ever hope to shed light on.

Patient-centredness is supposed to be at the heart of mental healthcare these days, yet still so many people within services don’t feel listened to or supported effectively.  As an example, those wanting to prioritise losing weight or giving up smoking are often told “let’s get your mental health sorted first”, rather than trusting that this person intuitively knows what they need and may see improvements in their mental health as a result of working on their own personal goals.  Using this innate personal knowledge in conjunction with, rather than in opposition to, the knowledge of healthcare professionals, could be a powerful tool in helping people to recover and master their own wellness in a holistic way.  An anecdote from my own work comes to mind here: I work as a Wellness Coach, supporting people to make lifestyle changes around weight management, physical activity, smoking and alcohol.  We recently had a client who the staff member that initially spoke to believed needed intensive mental health support, as he reported having used such services extensively in the past.  On speaking with this person myself and exploring in more depth what their priorities were, it turned out they felt getting more active was exactly what they needed in order to improve both their physical health and mental state.  This sits perfectly within my remit as a coach, whereas others might have pointed him in the direction of a mental health service, not fully understanding what it was that he wanted to achieve.  After a few weeks of working with him on some basic goal setting and action planning, he was feeling much more positive, in control and ready to move on with this healthier new lifestyle without ongoing support.

I could talk about this forever, but I’m aware that I’ve already gone on a bit and may be pushing my luck in terms of keeping or losing your attention!  If you’ve read this far then thanks for persevering.  I just want to end by emphasising my message that being human is a powerful thing, and I believe that by nurturing this fact – by always bearing in mind that ourselves and others are, simply, human, and relating to ourselves and each other as such (rather than as categories, diagnoses and so on), then we can cultivate recovery, wellness, happiness and achievement of our potential.  This can be far more powerful than what can be achieved by constantly striving for the perfect labels to separate ourselves off into various boxes.  We are human, we can grow and develop by understanding ourselves and being understood by others, we do have the capacity to recover and heal from trauma, and we will build a happier and healthier society by nurturing these qualities of humanity.

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

What Dreams we Chase



Over the last few days I’ve been thinking a wee bit about what it is in life that makes me happy, what makes me tick, what keeps me feeling well and balanced.  I think it’s come out of the fact that I’ve been having to adjust my expectations of myself a bit: I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather with an ongoing, unresolved health issue – nothing major (as far as I’m aware!) – but enough that it has an impact on the way I’m living my life.  In recent years, physical fitness and keeping in shape have become really important to me, and a huge part of my identity (see this post about my days of racing my bike!).  Now that I’m not feeling so on form, I’m having to accept to the fact that at this time in my life I’m not destined to be super fit and doing intense exercise nearly every day, which not only means changing my lifestyle a little but also adjusting the very identity for myself that I’ve formed over the last few years!




Another side-effect of my slightly ill health is that I’ve found myself choosing to spend more time at home, especially in the evenings, when usually I’m out and about all the time.  This is in a quest not to over-do it, but I fear I may have been under-doing it as a result!  Naturally this doesn’t have the best effect on my mood, hence the philosophising about what I want out of life - which, of course, isn’t such a bad thing – silver linings and all that!




So, what have I come up with?  Well, firstly the fact that I can still do gentle exercise to keep in shape, which is a lot more than can be said for a lot of people so I should stop feeling so sorry for myself!  AND that time not being spent exercising can be spent doing other things that are important to me, of which there are plenty to keep me occupied (blogging being one of them)!




I’ve put my vague sense of discontent over the last few days down to being too inactive and just generally being fed up of not knowing quite what’s wrong with me physically (if anything) and how best to deal with it.  And it probably is those things.  But still, I got myself thinking about what I want to achieve in life.  I’ve got the best job I’ve ever had and it feels like the best things I could be doing right now.  Every day I help people on their journeys towards healthier lifestyles, which is pretty much the stuff of my dreams.  But I’ve realised it’s also important to keep alive my quest to be a part of radical change in the world of mental health.  To Western civilisation move away from the horrifying grip of medical psychiatry and start treating distressed people as people and not diseases. 




At a work event recently a discussion about mental health cropped up.  Currently the service I work in does not explicitly support people through mental health difficulties (although this may be a by-product of supporting people to make lifestyle changes for the benefits of their physical health!).  The upshot of the conversation was that our service is non-clinical, which makes mental health fall outside of its remit.  Anyone who knows me well (or has seen my posts such as Freedom and The Stairway to Heaven... may well guess where I’m going next with this…!




Mental. Health. Is. Not. Clinical.  That’s what I think!  Some of you may be sick of hearing me talk about it, but it’s something I feel very strongly about but have not put much time or thought into recently, so now seems a good time to bring it up again!  Antidepressant prescribing has been rising at great speed over the last couple of decades, with accelerated increases from 2008 (the year the economic recession hit, in case you didn’t know).  Can we really be so naïve as to think this is a result of a pandemic of the horrible ‘illness’ of depression?  No.  People are more stressed because of job insecurity and financial hardship; kids are bombarded with pressure to do well academically, look good and be ‘cool’; we are all constantly glued to some form of electronic communication, stifled by it without even realising, unable to truly connect to our actual surroundings and the people we love.  Are drugs really the solution to all of this?  I’ll leave it to you to answer that question…




Now, to get back on topic (sorry!).  I was thinking this evening about how my aspirations in life, my dreams, have changed.  Two years ago I was convinced that all I wanted to be was a clinical psychologist and I’d do whatever it took and never give up till I got there.  How crazy that seems now that I’ve come to realise how fervently I contest the clinical conception of mood and mental state!  But deep inside I haven’t really changed: my dreams of being a clinical psychologist were born from an intense desire to make things better in the world of mental health.  And that desire couldn’t be truer today.  And it’s no coincidence that I’ve ended up studying and working in public health instead of clinical psychology: public health is the art and science of promoting health and preventing illness, and it is helping people realise how the art of resilience, the science of exercise, nutrition & neurology and the joy of a balanced and meaningful life can help keep mental health in check, and that remembering these principles and treating the person as an individual when difficulties strike can curb this mental health crisis that modern Western society faces. 




So, with that in mind, I’m picking myself up, dusting myself off and reconnecting with the things that make me happy:  starting from now, I’m spending my evenings writing, listening to delightful music and seeing friends; I’m planning to go to Raw Fest next month; I’m exercising when I can and not being too hard on myself when I can’t.  And I already feel a heck of a lot better for it!  


 



The beautiful piece of music this post is named for