Family Therapy Networker

Articles from Vol. 18, No. 4, July/August

Around the Network: Duty of Care
IN A WIDELY PUBLICIZED TRIAL last May anxiously followed by therapists around the country, a jury in Napa County, California, awarded $475,000 to a father who had sued his daughter's therapists, charging that by implanting false memories of sexual abuse...
CASE STUDIES: Leaving the Mothering to Mother: Helping a Parent Become Accountable
AS A PSYCHOLOGIST IN AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, I AM involved in the day-to-day lives of children, not as someone set apart from their normal routines, but as a person who works, plays and talks with them every day and is part of their daily trials and triumphs....
Chasing Rainbows
George Babbitt goes to diversity training. TEN YEARS AGO, NOBODY CALLED himself a "diversity trainer." Today, there are some 5,000 nationwide, with more hanging out their shingles daily; almost all management-consulting firms employ people who specialize...
Day Child/Night Child
Two sisters find different ways to live with the nightmare of sexual abuse. BY LENORE TERRIN THE 1951 NEWSPAPER PHOTOGRAPH, A MAN SITS ON THE ARM OF Ai couch, his knees spread, his hands relaxed. Even though the jacket of his pale spring suit is...
Gone with the Unum
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AN "E PLURIBUS Unum" person myself, but the future does not look bright for an "E Pluribus Unum" America. The melting pot in which the Pluribus were to be combined into the Unum was not the success its advertisers had promised.Well,...
On the Bridge
Immigration means learning to live in two worlds. IT IS STRANGE TO HAVE LIVED IN THIS COUNTRY FOR ALMOST 40 years and have someone I've just met ask me, "Where do you come from?" as if I had just arrived from the island. At those moments, 1 feel a sudden...
Perspectives
Life in a non-smiling culture. Have a Good Day But don't ask me to smile! SHE WORE A SEMITRANSPARENT WHITE SHIRT, AND underneath I could detect her fine lace bra. When she leaned toward me to take my passport, I could tell she was using good perfume,...
Resisting Cultural Meltdown: Resisting Cultural Meltdown
THE PHRASE, "THE MELTING POT" ORIGINALLY CAME FROM THE title of a popular turn-of-the-century play that ended with the hero, a Jewish composer, and his gentile sweetheart overcoming family resistance to their marriage and holding hands against the backdrop...
SCREENING ROOM: Reality Sucks: Welcome to Generation X
I HAD NEVER HEARD OF KURT COBAIN UNTIL THE OTHER day when he killed himself. Apparently, between suicide attempts, he had been selling tens of millions of records on which he sang despairingly about his hatred of life. His greatest hit contains the trenchant...
Short Story: Driving in the Breakdown Lane
Some things just can't be fixed. EVEN AS A CHILD, BREAKDOWN LANES ON THE HIGHWAY struck me as generous, but so arbitrary in their beginnings and endings. As though breakdowns can be anticipated, planned or controlled. I was always puzzled by the signs,...
The Ache for Home: The Ache for Home
Cutting through the isolation of our self-declared tribes. "The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. It impels mighty ambitions and dangerous capers. We hope that by doing these things, home...
The Business of Therapy: The Bottom Line: A Primer on Managing Managed Care
PRIVATE PRACTITIONERS WHO WANT TO SURVIVE TODAY must know how to work smarter, and market and provide quality customer service. It is essential either to have someone who helps you keep your eye on the bottom line or to educate yourself about running...
The Cross-Currents of Multiculturalism: The Cross-Currents of Multiculturalism
"THE FIRST THING I'D LIKE TO DO," SAYS THE MODERATOR Of a recent conference on multiculturalism and community building, "is welcome any of you who have within you either the spirit of, or the blood of, Native Americans, because it's because of you we're...
The Mighty Wedge of Class
When upward mobility means disloyalty ON A SATURDAY EVENING LATE ONE MAY A FEW YEARS AGO, I stood outside a recently opened restaurant and watched as cars, overflowing with hockey fans toasting Pittsburgh's first Stanley Cup championship, lurched down...
Too Great a Price: Too Great a Price
WHEN I WAS 15 YEARS OLD, MY FRIEND CAROL TALKED ME into going to a dance at our high school. Of course, we had promised each other we would stick together through the evening, and, of course, she wound up leaving me high and dry. I called my mother in...