Family Therapy Networker

Articles from Vol. 19, No. 4, July/August

Around the Network: Divided Memories
ANN NORRIS FIRST WENT TO SEELaguna Beach psychologist Doug Sawin in 1988. She had recently graduated from college with a degree in music and suffered from insomnia and drank alcohol to sleep. But it was her relationship with...
Chasing Rainbows: Chasingnbsp Rainbows
"I NEED TO TALK," I SAID A FEW NIGHTS AGO TO MY HUSBAND, as we lay settled in bed, him deeply engrossed in a long piece in The New Yorker, me staring fixedly at the magazine cover in front of his face. He sighed, lowered the magazine about three inches,...
CRAZY LIKE A FOX: Remembering Carl Whitaker
ASKED WHY HE BECAME A FAMILY THERAPIST, CARL WHITAKER once responded, during a typically Whitakerian right-brain ramble, that he had liked working with juvenile delinquents. "When I worked with delinquents I gradually realized that my craziness, my childishness...
Friendship with a Price Tag?
THERE IS A TROLL-LIKE CERAMIC creature for sale in many gift shops whose tunic bears the inscription, "Can we talk? I can't afford a psychiatrist." Like many jokes, behind it lurks a -whole set of cultural attitudes and assumptions, in this case about...
PERSPECTIVES; Listening to Boredom: Learning to Embrace Your Futility
The following was originally delivered as a commencement address at Dartmouth College. A SUBSTANTIAL PART OF WHAT LIES AHEAD OF YOU IS going to be claimed by boredom. The reason I'd like to talk to you about it today, on this lofty occasion, is that...
SCREENING ROOM; Rebels without a Clue: Another Look at Our Screen Heroes from the '50S
IN DON JUAN DEMARCO, WRITER, DIRECTOR AND FORMER psychotherapist Jeremy Leven juxtaposes Marlon Brando, The Wild One from the first generation of adolescent rebellion, and Johnny Depp, Generation X's contemporary answer to the passion of alienated...
Short Story: The Waiting Room
I STAND UP STRAIGHTER, TAKE A COUPLE OF DEEP BREATHS and try to ignore the knot in my stomach as I push open the door and step into the waiting room. Good, I think. No one else is here. The empty room promises a moment's respite from the unanticipated,...
The Christmas Box
IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS Carol, my childhood best friend in Jonesboro. Georgia. She was my age and most important she was geographically correct Living just one red clay hill away, she would frequently meet me halfway down the strip of bumpy, black...
The Gift of Friendship: The Gift of Friendship
WHEN LIZ AND DAN TOOK THEIR USUAL PLACES IN RUSSELL Haber's consulting room, Liz made none of her customary attempts to ease into the hour with small talk. "I've begun to wake up thinking of suicide," she told Haber, a Columbia, South Carolina, family...
The Man Who Loved Schizophrenics
IN AN INTERVIEW AT THE 1990 AAMFT Conference, Carl Whi-taker was asked what he hoped his primary legacy to the field of family therapy would be After a brief pause, Carl said, "My ado-ration of schizophrenics." Carl believed that to be a socially adapted...
Touchstones: Touchstones
SOME MYSTERIES INSINUATE THEMSELVES INTO OUR LIVES so gradually that we forget they are mysteries. It is often that way with best friends: their first meeting is random, unremarkable, unsought, and then one day they realize that the friendship has become...