Thursday, January 22, 2009

Work and Play


I'm convinced that play is important for human beings, even adults. Perhaps someone will do a randomized, double-blinded, placebo-controlled study and prove it; better yet that play saves money in the workplace. Today we interspersed much logistical planning, thinking through and development of workshops and presentations, strategic approaches in key areas, and more informal activities.

In the morning we worked hard and tried to schedule meetings with colleagues, to no avail. As usual, I became anxious things would fall through, but my fears were assuaged by the end of the day on the side of reason. Reason told me people were busy and would get in touch. I was concerned we'd run up against a wall.





After working for some time, we took a stroll to shop. I bring my camera with me and find taking photographs to be quite useful as well as fun. As an aside, I was taking a close-up photo of a power box, and a man walking by asked me, "Why is that important?" Funny question - I said because it is artistic to me. There is art everywhere.



But I digress. Since shopping is a resilience-building activity for me, and I was tired of melting in the inappropriately heavy suits I'd brought, and are in a place where suits are made for one in the true British fashion (and I've never owned a tailored suit - not that I need an excuse - but I do), we went and had one measured up for me in a lighter fabric. Siddharth is very helpful to have around as a cultural buffer and catalyst, at least.















After that we took a ride to meet with Siddharth's uncle, who is a very knowledgeable physician and businessman, to confer with him on key strategic issues. He works in an area called Opera House, and I saw the inside of a second hospital in Mumbai. Security was very heavy. Comically, one guard was preoccupied with my camera (no cameras allowed) while the other didn't heed him any attention.







We then went for a stroll to take in Opera House. I rarely see another white person. There are plenty of stray dogs, and they all have (if they are not sacked out), a 1000 yard stare. The dogs here look very philosophical. As perhaps do the cows, though I may be projecting. We decided to go to Chapati Beach, nearby. We couldn't get a cab for a while. Finally, we did, and a fight broke out in the middle of the street. I really wanted to get out and get very close to take pictures, but I restrained myself. A huge crowd gathered around the fighting people and swayed back and forth, sometimes like a sea anemone, sometimes amoebic, among the cabs and motorbikes. It looked like a riot, and I could easily imagine how violence could spark and spread.


A bystander leaving the fight caught me taking his picture. I'm not sure he approved. My impression is that people are not well-disposed toward the media, and a guy like me with a camera... though people sometimes don't like it for the usual reasons.




We got to the area near the beach and had some delicious pan. There was a huge array of different kinds of edible substances. We went to a well-known bookstore, the name of which escapes my enfeebled mind. I bought several comic books, the kind children read, depicting different tales such as the well-know Birbal (in Birbal the Wise) and an excerpt from the Ramayana (Ravana Humbled). I was sad because they didn't have any graphic novels. Just a matter of time.






We went to the beach, and I could see Nariman Point through the haze of smog, where I'd been yesterday. I imagined a beach landing of armed men. But there were just many people watching the sunlight at the end of the day.






We then stopped for a light snack at the New York bar, where the waiter took an uncomfortably strong liking to me, demonstrating this during the photograph with the placement of his hand. I will spare you the photo but I have an odd expression on my face. Again, we had trouble hailing a cab, and when we finally got one two middle aged women in saris brushed us aside and got in, without nary a word. When we arrived back at the Phoenix Tower, we worked again for quite some time, laying out the framework for a few meetings coming up, and consolidating information from several conversations with colleagues throughout the day.



Dinner was preceded by a funny, all-to-familiar and frustrating misunderstanding which is characteristic of everything being quite different here than in the US. In the morning our hosts asked when we wanted dinner, and we said 9pm. Around then they told us dinner was ready, and we kept working expecting them to bring it to the table. We wondered why it was taking so long, and the attendant Moti just sat in the kitchen. Finally we asked, about an hour later, and they said it was upstairs on the 26th floor. It was quite good. We then worked more... and now it is time for bed. More of the same, tomorrow. A full day workshop on the 25th, and 3 hour workshops on the 27th and 28th, along with a slew of other activities.



Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Today was a busy day. In the morning I met with key human resources staff for the Trident Oberoi Hotel.






I arrived early to walk around and take in the general tenor of the area, something I find to be very informative and helpful in terms of familiarizing myself with the physical territory. On the embankment for the Arabian Sea, life appeared pretty normal, with people strolling and camped out chatting.




I took a picture of a bird taking flight.






...and met some construction business travellers who live near Goa. They were interested in my digital SLR and were surprised at the cost, and impressed by the megapixels. They described life in their town as "cool" (meaning mellow) and the area in which they live as lush and verdant. They don't enjoy the concrete jungle of Mumbai. We also discussed the recent terrorists attacks, and they expressed the same anger at government falling down on the job, and advocated for a decisive, once-and-for-all (indicated with a curt flick of the hand) with Pakistan. They plan to come to the USA for a month this summer, and we exchanged cards, and I emailed them the photos we took. I enjoyed meeting them.






After strolling around posh South Mumbai (Nariman Point) and checking out the local mall, noting evidence of increased security and cordoned off areas, I went to meet with the Oberoi HR leadership. As elsewhere, unexpectedly, there were no shrines as are sometimes erected after attacks. Security was very tight, and the lobby was bustling with business people from around the world. Oberoi is beautiful and elegant, only steps away from abject poverty across the street. This visit was the shortest and yet the most impactful, poignant, and moving in many ways. Imagining what had just happened compared to how it is at present is quite... quite difficult to render into words.


We discussed how Oberoi had addressed staff needs with a large group relaxation and cognitive therapy-type training, and follow up re-enforcement activities, and individual care as appropriate. They were polite but were not seeking any additional services, and we had a psycho-educative discussion and left it to them to follow-up as desired.

After that I met with folks from Breach Candy Hospital, nearby, also in a posh area. With the CEO Major General Vijay Krishna, and psychiatrist Dr. Vihang Vahia, and social worker Ashika Pohoomul (DPO's primary contact), we made initial plans and discussed design for a public forum basic screening and outreach event for families in the hospital's catchment area, largerly "upper social strata". Our discussion was interesting and informative, and the hospital quite lovely with a long and rich history.
I returned back to the guest house in Lower Parel, located in a popular mid-level shopping district (giving me ready access to a mall for my self-care and tie shopping needs). Dr. Siddharth Shah arrived after a gruelling delayed flight from Delhi, and we shortly thereafter met over dinner with (left to right) Dr. Jayita Deodhar, Dr. Kersi Chavda, and Dr. Sanjay Kumawat of the Bombay Psychiatric Society. We further sketched out plans for Sunday's day long training at which we expect up to 100 people (though this may be attenuated by the long weekend from Republic Day). In spite of our shared fatigue, we had a stimulating conversation, and a good time, over an excellent meal at Pritam.






After a long day, we retired back to the guest house, concerned about solving a thorny problem - dry cleaning. We also are making final preparations for a variety of upcoming trainings. We have the next two days fairly light right now to plan and work.

Themes continue to emerge, and I continue to get more knowledgeable and aware of how to use my role effectively in this complex and multi-layered context. Questions on my mind: The people of Mumbai tend to quickly return to business as usual - in what ways does this support recovery and resilience, and in what ways does this perpetuate maladaptive coping? And still, further elaborations on the theme of why has this event created a shift in mindset, and will it endure? If so, what will emerge?

There is a palpable positive buzz and sense of relief at America's choice of Obama.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

26/11, not "India's 9/11"

Evolving Experience


As I become more immersed here in Mumbai, and speak with more people, I begin to get a greater sense of immediacy of the co-existing remoteness and omnipresence of terrorist experience. I am also gaining some foothold of perspective after a few days of more chaotic experience.

Nearly every aspect I've encountered, from the systemic to the individual, is suffused with this dichotomy, at least as it presents itself to me from my multiple vantage points. In order to have any kind of reasonable understanding of what is happening here, it is necessary to have an understanding of the culture and historical context, not in a remote intellectual way but in a real, felt sense - and that is not a fast or simple process.

Sense of Threat

My inner thoughts reveal my own fears and complex experiences. As I put my passport in my pocket when leaving the guest house, I wonder if I should leave it at home - it could be my own death warrant. As I walk through Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, it seems normal but there are fortified police ramparts with piles of sandbags and everywhere I go there are security checkpoints and hastily erected metal detectors which are easily bypassed. Amidst the chaotic bustle of CST, in my mind's eye I imagine people scattering in fear and wonder what I would have done.


This reminds me of something I've learned from living through traumatic events: the difference between normality and chaos is a split second; an irreversible process.



Feelings about Authority and Safety

The rifles the police carry are often ancient, hardly effective against automatic weapons let alone grenades, and many of the police while out in numbers appear inattentive, almost lackadaisical. People with whom I've spoken are divided: the increased security is reassuring, but it is an illusion. "The police weren't attentive to everyday matters before, let alone an organized guerrilla attack, so why should they be now?" is a familiar sentiment.









Why now? Why this time?

To illustrate: 26/11 is perceived as being a tipping point, a shift in perspective to a move active stance, compared to after prior terror attacks. When someone voices this opinion, someone else adds that it is not so different, often bitterly citing a sense of prior complacency, and anger at the greater attention paid to the Taj and Oberoi, in contrast to CST.

Compared to the everyday trauma of poverty, disease and starvation, some have wondered of what import is a terrorist attack, here, in NYC, or anywhere else for that matter. The arguably misleading label of 26/11 being "India's 9/11" evokes ardent disagreement and seems invalidating and minimizing. An important lesson in empathy and understanding. If we reversed the temporal sequence, would we call 9/11 the "USA's 26/11"? From a group psychoanalytic point of view, one possible hypothesis is that this blurring of ownership of traumatic experience arises from an ambivalent part-identification of Mumbai with New York (and LA), which also resonates with ambivalence regarding prior colonial influences and occupations and the effect on the national psyche.





Getting Past the Surface

While I cannot show childrens' drawings for reasons of confidentiality, these contrasts are poignantly illustrated from a therapy group depicting a swarm of people around the Oberoi, stick figures some carrying cameras (signifying the media) next to a drawing of CST with one or two stray stick figures near it: the caption reads "Are we really patriotic?" and in smaller letters underneath: "Who's fault is it (anyway)?"




Some Mumbaikers suggest that this essential shift in awareness is because terrorists targeted symbols of wealth and Western influence. Yet others are not so sure this fully explains the difference in tone. The drawings of some children express hatred and blame all around, toward Pakistan, terrorists, and the Indian government; at the same time in others there is sympathy toward the police, and gratitude. Some drawings demand revenge, and depict scenes of violence and destruction. One simple drawing is more somber yet emphatic, the page nearly empty except for the Indian flag, with the caption: "Sad that we needed such a big wake up call!!!" Nearly all the drawings I saw are scant, mainly black line drawings, and faded colors. The children who drew them are from upper class families.

Tenuous Conclusions


It seems a fairly safe conclusion, perhaps a tempting one, that something has truly been altered, though some have wondered if things will go back to pre-26/11. I am not willing to make any real conclusions in the face of an evolving process. People have told me there was a long delay, longer than usual after prior terrorist attacks, before people returned to their normal daily routines - but that particularly long delay was 4 days.

Monday, January 19, 2009

What Day Is It, Anyway?






Jet-lag is interesting. I can't quite remember the day or date, and around noon my cognition becomes impaired. It's getting a bit better each day, though today I was meeting with a colleague from Boston and discussing strategies for working collaboratively with multiple organizations, the culture of Mumbai, putative reasons why this current terrorist attack has led to a shift in the state of the system, and how to approach research design and trainings, and my mind wasn't working quite right. Yet, it was a very productive meeting and a pleasure to get moving. My greatest victory (one not achieved by any mean effort but a near-Herculean feat enabled only with the aide of my diligent driver) on Day 1 was getting a SIM card. It costs 400 times less to use a SIM card here, than my global mobile phone from the US.



In the morning, while waiting for various call-backs, I had an opportunity to troll around Lower Parel, where my lodging is (thanks to the Times of India for being very hospitable and generous). My keepers attempted to stop me from going out, though it seemed safe enough, and I enjoyed getting to know this one small corner of the city as a tourist. The people are quite friendly and seem to like being photographed. While the area for my troll-stroll was very "local", I somehow managed to miss the massive modern shopping mall immediately adjacent to my high-rise. When I discovered it, I felt like I was at home, and it was a further example of the many contrasts of this sprawling metropolis of 18+ million souls.



It was great to have a face-to-face meeting and get down to work, and even better to do it in a coffee shop and meet in addition to this colleague, two companions of his, in college, bright and passionate, who offered a contemporary youthful perspective on recent events. There is much anger right now around a sense of the administration having failed to prevent this attack, a familiar feeling.

I wondered with them if this was related to the current stage of evolution of events, even if the facts show that there was a failure to act when action could have been preventive. There is a great desire for proactive preparedness, but many parties and a long history of territorial competing interests. One note I love about Mumbai is that originally it was a collection of 7 islands (originally called "Heptanesia" by the Greeks), but with progressive expansion the spaces between the islands were filled in. I appreciate the symbolism of this in the geographico-psychodynamics of such a multiplicitous city.



Subsequently, I had several telephone conversations arranging meetings over the next couple of days. Tomorrow meeting with the driver of the Times disaster institute effort, as well as a private practitioner from an upscale hospital in South Mumbai (a popular destination for medical tourism to boot), which will include a focus-group with her and several other colleagues of hers in private practice, working with terror-affected individuals from different strata.

Wednesday I will meet with her, the de facto head of psychiatry at her hospital (though there is no offical department of psychiatry), and the CEO of the hospital (a late addition which makes me wonder what the meeting may yield). In addition, she has colleagues interested in 1) work with hotel employees, 2) work with first responders and 3) a young colleague interested in becoming involved with disaster mental health, just embarking on her post-graduate work. Finally, we (we being Dr. Siddharth Shah from Greenleaf Integrative Strategies and I) will dine with board members from the Bombay Psychiatric Society, for whom we are doing a training in several days.

Potentially overwhelming, but not quite, and worth remaining cognizant of the possibility of being overwhelmed and keeping the scope of a two week mission in mind. Dr. Shah will join me physically in a couple of days but we speak 2-3 times a day for planning and support, in keeping with the well-conceived DPO rule of always working with a partner. Also useful for a quick hand-off of cellphone to the driver when the taxi on the way back costs twice as much as the same ride on the way there.

...to give a partial picture of where things are. We also have two other solid trainings coming up and several other less formulated possibilities. I want to offer something useful to everyone, even if it is a brief primer workshop or a preliminary meeting, with the exploration of future work, if desired and appropriate.




My overall sense is that while the city seems to have recovered quickly (a trait of which Mumbaikers are proud), not far under the surface there is much more. I've only yet caught a glimpse of it directly and in stories I've heard. I attend to how my own experience may influence how I interpret the present.

Mindful of my own self-care (not a bad excuse), I took a few hours off for a 2 hour ayurvedic "Nirvana" treatment - during the shirodhara phase of the massage, when oil is dripped on the forehead to open the "third eye", in a hypnogogic state as the first warm scented drop hit my head in my mind's eye I saw an image of Krishna, blue and beatific, which strangely also resembled Mr. Spock from Star Trek. The treatment almost negated the additional stress from the taxi ride to the ayurvedic center.



My experience with shirodhara is an example of how culture affects attribution of psychic phenomena, and the more general question of the applicability of Western psychosocial and mental health frameworks in other cultures. A less humorous and more familiar example is that of Latah, a "culturally-bound syndrome" in DSM parlance which has many features similar to PTSD. Which naturally leads me to idly wonder if the DSM had emerged from Indonesia (what would it then be called?), would Latah be a code-able diagnosis, and PTSD a culturally-bound syndrome?







Sunday, January 18, 2009

First Day in Mumbai










As I type, I hear the incessant and insistent sound of car horns outside my window, audible clearly even though I am high above the street. And perhaps more interesting, a barrage of cracking noises does not distract me from the computer screen, though one might expect it would considering recent events here. With surprise at my lack of attention to these gunfire-like sounds, I get up to look out the window, half-expecting to see armed gunmen but more rationally expecting fireworks, which I find is the case. How different tonight than the hazy sunrise this morning, or the bustling airport last night.



Shortly thereafter, I think about what happened here in November, and wonder if I would be safe here where my hosts have provided excellent guest services. Would I hide effectively? Would I be hunted down for being a rich Westerner? These thoughts have been with me throughout the day, and when I visited the Taj Hotel, it didn't even occur to me until well afterward that I could have actually gone inside. Instead, I lingered on the mall in front of the Gates of India and took pictures, ignored touts, and marvelled at how much it looked just like at had on the TV. There is a festive feel today, and it is a time of festivals. There was also a marathon today, and signs with both positive slogans and admonitions to be vigilant (much like New York's subway) abound.

Bombay makes more sense to me as a name. That's how I always heard it growing up, and yet the name itself and the "confusion of tongues" (to reference Ferenczi's eponymous paper) around why it was Bombay and now why Mumbai (the Maharashtra name) bespeak the many roots of conflict which have shaped this city's development. And the many events of a terrorist character which preceded the events of November 26, 2008. My impression so far is that Westerners say "Mumbai" but many, but by no means all, who live here still say "Bombay". The hangover of imperialism is more similar to China, here, than to any city I've known in the United States.


Today I am adjusting and taking in the ambience. In addition I am organizing as much as is possible at this stage, in preparation for the next two weeks. Further compiling material, nailing down agreements to meet, and settling into a 10 and a half hour ahead time-zone jet-lag. Bleary-eyed. It feels good to be back in India, and I enjoy the experience of easing back in despite the multiple, overlapping and often (like this sentence) confusing dialectics.


I have to admit, in some ways Bombay reminds me of New York post-9/11. Terrorism is similar everywhere, and maybe that's why it wasn't even possible for me to think I could walk into the Taj today. Next time, I go inside.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Spirituality and Disaster Psychiatry - Toward a Framework for Understanding

During disasters people experience disruption of what is normal and predictable. Spirituality is one important dimension among the many facets of human experience which are temporarily turned upside down by a disaster. Furthermore, in today’s global culture, spirituality is highly complex, at least as complex as disasters and mental health are themselves, creating a challenging juxtaposition for consideration. It is useful to have a simple framework to address the complex issue of spirituality in disasters.

The disaster psychiatrist must be prepared to address spiritual issues in individuals and organizations – though addressing spirituality may be less familiar for some traditionally trained psychiatrists. There are two main reasons why it is wise to attend to spiritual matters as a disaster psychiatrist: first, spirituality and religion are important parts of resilience which are altered during disaster, and second, faith-based practitioners such as clergy and chaplains will invariably be involved in all levels of disaster response, usually prior to mental health involvement. Clients will often omit to mention religion and spirituality to mental health providers for a variety of reasons – however, whether or not we are aware of it, we are collaborating with our faith-based colleagues, as may be constructively revealed by a few well-timed and well-formulated inquiries.

I will focus on two key themes to sketch out how I approach spirituality in disaster psychiatry: the theme of public and private, and the theme of belief systems. I briefly will discuss a neuroscience perspective on spiritual experience which is independent of formal religious beliefs, and give two illustrative clinical vignettes, with details altered to preserve confidentiality.

In a broad sense, we divide ourselves into public and private. Some things we never share with anyone; other things are on display for all to see. In between, there is a continuum of boundaries and relationships among which we share our thoughts and feelings. For many, spirituality is kept private, while others may be quite open. Likewise, religious practice ranges across the same continuum. When approaching clients, it is important to attend to whether or not they are religious and/or spiritual, and what their aesthetics are of public vs. private around spirituality, in order to approach assessment without being inadvertently clumsy. It is important to formulate questions tactfully and with caution, to avoid damaging rapport with clients. Oftentimes, questions about spirituality may arise during social history, developmental history, and sometimes trauma history – it is important to listen with an ear for spiritual themes, to guide more directive questions. There is a cost-benefit balance between obtaining useful information earlier, and waiting to get information when the time is ripe and not before.

What I have found to be helpful are the following theoretical perspectives, which frame both the way I listen and interact, and the stance I take. First is the basic perspective of countertransference awareness, if you will. My own beliefs and feelings contextualize my experience and approach with clients. I make it a point to be aware of what my own stance is in order to contextualize my work appropriately. I do not believe in the supernatural in general or deities in particular – however, I also do not reject belief – I recognize that there is very little I understand. The position I’ve found myself most comfortable with is that we may lack the capacity to meaningfully formulate such questions, which leads to a lot of problems when we try to do so, which are beyond the scope of this piece.

Regardless of belief, however, I do undergo cognitive, somatic and affective experiences which we commonly observe in ourselves and others: feelings of the uncanny, feelings of awe and wonder, cognitions about meaning and purpose, the feeling of heightened reality and meaning, and so on. These sorts of experiences are common across different cultural groups, regardless of whether they are labeled as “spiritual”, “philosophical”, “religious”, “literary”, or what have you. It is of particular interest that some individuals vehemently state they are “not spiritual” – suggesting a possible prejudice against spirituality, which I’ve found to be prevalent among mental health providers, of which it is advisable to remain aware. I suspect that regardless of how one labels the above human experiences of awe and so on, they would produce similar patterns of brain activity on functional neuroimaging, suggesting a common denominator underlying those who are spiritual and those who are not spiritual, and providing an empirically-based stance from which to work.

A parallel line of reasoning provides another base I use to approach spirituality in disaster work: We all make assumptions at every moment of every day, consciously and unconsciously - things that we take for granted will be relatively enduring and constant. Beliefs about the rules or “axioms” of our lives create a framework which holds us and permits us to function. These axioms can be religious and secular, spiritual and not, pragmatic and more ethereal – some people can contain mutually exclusive beliefs; others tolerate paradox less well. Regardless, we all require ways to deal with uncertainty and anxiety – different belief systems to varying degrees provide a sense of either certainty (certainty about uncertainty perhaps), and ways to live with uncertainty and its uniquely individual consequences.
I would like to offer two brief clinical illustrations. They illustrate examples of how to get into issues pertaining to spirituality in clients who, among other issues, have survived disasters and who are having difficulties on the spiritual level which are not readily apparent and difficult to address.

The first vignette is about a woman in her late 20s with a history of chronic interpersonal abuse and strong Christian belief. She presented for psychiatric evaluation in crisis, work teetering on the edge of falling apart and her long-term relationship in ruins. I learned she had strong trauma exposure during 911, and although she reported multiple symptoms then and now, she was unable to acknowledge the potential impact, directly, and complained to her therapist I was making more of 911 for her than was the case even though from my point of view I had not strongly emphasized this element. Apparently any emphasis was perceived as a strong emphasis, which was itself telling. As our meetings progressed and she appeared to be doing only marginally better, she quoted the Bible, a favorite passage from a wall-hanging in her home elicited when I inquired about her home environment. I wondered silently if going to church might be an effective intervention for her. Though I thought of this question in a prescriptive way (“It is good to build social support and church can be an avenue for that so I’ll recommend going to church if it fits for a given person”) I asked, with a sense of spontaneity and intuition borne out of surprise and emotion engendered by the vehemence of the quote, “Do you ever go to church?” To my surprise she became very animated, and described how she’d gone to church weekly up until 911, when she had abruptly stopped. She had been severely shocked, having always had fervent religious belief in Christ, that another group could believe in a different faith with such powerful conviction that they would commit the World Trade Center attacks. This both crushed her prior perspective, yet opened up new vistas which she had not fully integrated even after several years – for instance, she said she never would have been able to marry her spouse, from a different faith background, had 911 not happened. I did not press her to return to church at that time, at variance with the prescriptive model, but suggested she explore this further with her (spiritually oriented) therapist.

The second illustration is of a man in his early 30s who came to therapy after 10 or more years of “knowing I would eventually have to deal with my issues”, also with a chronic history of interpersonal abuse and several short and apparently ineffective efforts to start therapy over the last several years. His disaster was of the personal, life-long variety, which for some people appears to eclipse singular large-scale events.. He noted a feeling of intense shame and anger preventing him from connecting with people, including therapists, and had been unable to maintain personal relationships or satisfaction in jobs. He would change jobs and geographical location when things got rough, but this time for as yet unclear reasons related to a growing sense of desperation and frustration decided to stay. A relevant aspect of his history is that he did not feel safe within his family of origin - the one safe group was a church study group of peers from his early teens – unfortunately, he was ripped from this group when his family moved, and never recovered from, or really addressed, the loss. A parallel current complaint was that he could not return to church – though he longed to go back, he could never find a church he liked. After some time in therapy, learning more about the loss of this spiritually-supportive religious surrogate family (one might say), I asked spontaneously and with some concern the question might be taken as an intrusion, “What do you envision when you imagine God?” Surprised by the question, he looked up toward the ceiling and started to describe an inner experience of a bright white light, accompanied by feelings of heightened awareness, and security. I found this description remarkably similar to my own introspections on the experience of consciousness, though I do not tag these experiences for myself as being spiritual or religious. I did not share my reflection because I felt that might interfere with the patient’s private revelry and the process my question may have set in motion. Some weeks later, the patient, doing better, reported returning to church for the first time, and while it was not “perfect” it was a very good experience and a first step.

In conclusion, the main points I have hoped to elucidate are that experiences of heightened meaning, awe, uncanny-ness and the like, are a common overarching part of human experience. It is not necessary to accept belief in supernatural or theistic forces to relate with spiritual experience, or to even necessarily label such experiences as “spiritual” – but it is imperative to find a way to address spiritual issues in working with disaster-affected clients. Nurturing these clinical skills allows us to work collaboratively with a diverse group of clients and other providers. The stance we take up should be done with care and thoughtfulness because our stance will influence the quality of our work and how it unfolds with different people in different contexts. Just as we try to understand countertransference in other areas and make use of this understanding clinically and theoretically, we are more effective when we understand our own countertransference in relation to religion and spirituality, especially in the tumultuous context of disaster work. It is important to take care not to allow our own beliefs to interfere with the care we strive to provide, but to use our beliefs in order to be more effective.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

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