A year of online therapy

An entire year seeing my clients online rather than in my Harley Street therapy room? If you’d told me that back in early 2020 I’d never have believed you. I was always a real ‘face-to-face’ therapist.  Someone who really enjoyed the connection with people, who...

Changing the narrative

From a very young age I loved learning new words and using them.  My mum tells of when I was two and wandered into the kitchen saying something that sounded like ‘static convergence’.  My parents had no idea what I was saying or where I’d got it from...

It’s what you make of it that matters …

Today, 9 May, was the birthday of a very special woman.  Her name was Clare Spink, she was the mother of my first husband, Geoff, and she was part of my life for twenty-four years.   When I first met her in 1995 she was already seventy-four years old and I clearly...

Taking the plunge

I’m scared in a kind of nervously excited way.  The way I know most of my clients feel before they walk into my therapy room for the first time.  Because it’s hard to embark on a process of change.  Hard to accept there may well be discomfort to get through.  But in...

Sink or swim

I have now had three out of my five swimming lessons. The fourth one is tomorrow and the last one on Monday. I can honestly say I barely remember the first lesson but I think that’s a good sign. Because we’ve been building on things I learnt in that lesson each time,...