Therapy for 40 Year Olds

  Despite what you have (bless you) read so far - I am actually a really funny person. Like not in a knock knock way, i cant remember punchlines, but in a seriously quick witted and, if I do say - genuinely humbling funny way. I appreciate this is hard to tell from this thus far - but bear with _ I shall share some examples. In a recent lecture - when I used my humour to apparently 'disarm' and 'display non threat' (!!) to the lecturer - I was met with his learned, and solid half smile response. As a therapist he couldn't indulge my defence mechanisms. He smacked me awake, with me realising what I thought was an honest genuine approach could be perceived as immature and unnecsarily vulnerable. I shall tell you what I did and if you agree with my lecturer that you're surely both cunts, :) I opened the session - and I was online, I had been told not to display personal information - but couldn't unhook my work teams from the courses I was on. So I started with...

  Each one of us are entities of our nature (biology, genetics, etc) and nurture (our family, friends and interactions). I think alongside nature and nurture there is backbone ability. Backbone ability isn't being strong or forthright or even - being brave. Without backbone ability - you can't reshape the nature and nurture done on too you. You are in essence, a product of all those perceptions bestowed on you when you are born - with a fathers nose, a clumsy gait, a quiet type... With backbone, you accept these natural and nurturing aspects - but can use or lose them and forge some thing else. Psychology tells us that our emotions develop - and we expect development alongside other markers, like age - interactions and experiences, and how capability to store and review our ongoing sense of self. Reviewing your sense of self allows you to reshape and grow - evolve with these experiences. So a mother at 40 would not have the same worries as a mother at 20, for 20...

  And here is your tip - whoever you may be. Being scared, - really scared - does make you grow. What doesn't kill you - truly, I believe - makes you stronger. I spent the year assessing everything. My partner - did I really love him? My children - should I really be their mother? Why do we bother with a mortgage? Why are we teaching our kids to love us so much - just so they feel the loss hard too? And like what felt like to me - a clumsy child demonstrating massively unwanted and unexpected behaviours. Greif - loss - Fear - all of these things do this. When shit gets real - it reshapes the edges of your core self. You may still be witty but - you also have a sense of sorrow inside. YOu may still laugh madly - but its not as often and care free. You learn to bury the bruises and sorrow because you have children you know need to know life goes on - but it takes all you have. And when you are a shell - I have learned - you can re-shape. Its harder at 40 - because your path is n...

D ear Diary Blog Thing You see - the truth is, 40 came upon me and I wanted to welcome it with open arms. At 39 - My life was good. Capital GOOD. I am white enough and privileged and grateful enough to acknowledge that - and mean that in no way disrespectfully. I was emerging from my COVID pandemic depression (CPP), and learning to reintegrate socially and beginning to enjoy life after struggling with lockdowns, family in the house all the time - and not seeing people I needed to see to fill me up. I had and have have a loving (if somewhat introverted) husband who supported me through my CPP - he had his own version which remained quieter and less dramatic than mine, - and we have two amazingly wonderful kids who can still not remember all the amazing things I did for them during the CPP time which still makes me wonder why I bothered. I was feeling good about 40. It felt like I had arrived. My big headed self had felt my maturity was beyond 40 anyway, with friends i...

 This may be a disappointment now you're here - this sight is in no way a good therapeutic site for anyone - 40 or under or over. In fact - if anything - it could be damaging. I am a CEO of small local organisation, volunteer at charities, founder of an information website and am currently training in psychodynamic counselling. So if I get deep on you - its because my lecturer has pulled at a thread I may release on to you. I am also one of the biggest twats. This is a blog collection of ramblings of a newly turned 40 year old mother of two, working woman, who may or may not be blaming her instability on the new found term 'perimenopause' and may or may not find herself hilarious enough to write a blog - and narcissistic enough to think anyone would read it. I don't even know what a Blog is - so bare with. *NOTE - I have an English Degree but my spelling, grammar and swearing are atrocious - and if it bothers you too much, I really think you should look deep within a...