I’ve been down in Sydney for a contextual therapy conference, which can explain my lack of updates in two ways. Way the first: Whilst away I was disgustingly busy and had exactly zero moments alone with time to spare. Way the second: I forgot I had a blog; it didn’t enter my head once the entire time. Possibly if it had I would have made time, probably not.
The conference was for the most part excellent. I participated in a two day extensive workshop on fluency and fluidity in acceptance and commitment therapy, and the following three days attended a whole buncha talks on varying contextual therapies (RFT, FAP (yes, I know) and compassion focussed therapy). Since my return I’ve been reading of these and trying to get my head around RFT in particular, which is just ridiculous.
There are three tasks in clinical RFT:
- Help the client discriminate the relationship between current functional classes of behaviour and problematic consequences. According to the analysis done we expect the problematic functional class to be responding in coordination with self-instructions/rules.
- Help the client discriminate his/her own responses and frame them in perspective and hierarchy with the deictic ‘I’ and train this repertoire as an alternative functional class.
- Help the client specify appetitive augmental functions for further behaviour
Fuck me, right?
I quite liked FAP though, which is a type of therapy in which the client’s problematic behaviour is explored in session by applying it to the immediate relationship with the therapist and new ways of responding are encouraged, because training in the here&now with me is more effective than talking about the then&there with them.
If that made no sense now you know why I am not a therapy trainer.
So that was my last Monday-Friday. In between conferencing there were numerous social (alcoholic) engagements with other conference attendees, with Brenton’s friend Sina, and with my friend Adam. The Saturday after my return was Marie’s birthday, for which I thought it would be a good idea to not get too plastered. Unfortunately everyone else did not agree. So on the overhand I got to not be too hungover the next day, on the underhand I had to be relatively sober around a crowd of absolutely smashed people. I did however have the opportunity to have satisfying conversations with Nem, Fiona, Eva and Marie, and with a couple other people whose names I can’t recall, so the night still won.
Sunday night was dinner with Brenton, Eva and Jimmy. Today it was back to work, After a week away from it I am expected to be rejuvinated and refreshed and motivated and instead I am writing in my blog.