May 16th, 2017

The problem is the glue.


The glue is the problem


Many years ago, I treated a fellow for domestic violence on his wife.

The wife had moved to the local battered woman’s shelter.

Following an initial consultation with the fellow, he never returned.  But I did see him again, by chance.

I later learned that he had been arrested by the local police sitting in his car outside the battered woman’ shelter, with a trunk full of dynamite.  Allegedly he was planning to blow up the place.

Several months later, while doing my grocery shopping, I spotted the fellow again with his wife.  They were strolling arm in arm through the aisles appearing to be a couple deeply in love.

What I took away from this is the sense that there is a glue that holds couples together.  And if this glue remains unseen, prediction of future events will miss the mark.

More recently, I believe I have sensed this “glue” or template in my consulting room:


They come for marriage counseling. He is convinced that she has a drinking problem, but he cannot get her to see that she has a problem.

He has been trying for 20 years to convince her.  To no avail.

The mother calls me.  She believes that her daughter has an eating disorder–bulimia.  I meet with the daughter.  She does not think she has a problem.

The mother persists in her attempts to get her daughter to see she has a problem.

Another couple comes for marriage counseling. The husband writes that the problem which brought him to seek professional help is that ,”My wife thinks we have issues”.  I laugh when I see this, suspecting that the only problem the husband has is that his wife thinks there are issues.  I am correct.  The husband does not continue with therapy, hoping that his wife will to fix her “problem”.


It appears to me that in these couples there exists an unseen template that keeps the partners stuck in repetitive moves with each other.  This template is quite rigid and resistant to change.  Change appears to be a signal for impending catastrophe.

The image I have of this template is that it is a chain tied to both partners, so if one moves, the chain forces the other person to move.


A planet with a satellite orbiting/revolving around it.  There is something that keeps the two in place, repeating the same movements over and over.  What can’t be observed is that they each hold the other in place.  Without one, there would not be the other, and as long as they each keep making the same moves, the orbit is preserved.


Of course, this unseen model, templates, also applies to the therapeutic couple. Not only does the patient bring their template of rigid, repetitive moves into the consulting room, but I have my own template of moves.

On my good days, I am able to sense the patient’s template and how I am being positioned by the patient to move in a particular way.

On other days, I may, after the session realize that I had joined the patient’s template.  This is an unavoidable experience.

There is always more for me to learn about my own template.  Which allows me more freedom to see the patient’s template.


Dr. Brody



November 28th, 2016

There is an anecdote that I sometimes tell patients in an attempt to enlighten:

How do you get an anorexic to eat?  You have to stop WANTING them to eat.

I recently saw a patient who told me that “being in therapy with you is very different from all the other therapists I have seen”.

I believed her because the patient had recounted to me the numerous other therapists they had seen before coming to my office.  The previous therapists had all failed, and the patient’s issues persisted.  I imagined that my predecessors all tried to be helpful to the patient and failed miserably.

I did not try to be helpful, despite my patient’s determined and persistent efforts.

It appeared to me that the patient did not WANT to be helped.  They wanted me to WANT to be helpful, to want something from the patient.  This way, the patient felt they had value because someone wanted them to do something (change).  And on the few occasions where I did try to be helpful, my efforts were rebuffed and I was left feeling handcuffed and that whatever I had to offer was of no value to this patient.  They were the only ones in the consulting room who had anything of value, and they needed me to keep wanting to engage in my futile efforts to be helpful.  As long as I kept WANTING from the patient, they kept coming to my consulting room.  Once they realized that I no longer wanted  anything from them, they left.

I think at times that for some people wanting is anathema.  Wanting or wants have to be gotten rid of.  And an effective way to accomplish this is to not want anything.  Anorexics don’t want to eat, addicts don’t want to stop using, etc. etc, etc.  Their wants are projected into the persons around them.  The family and professionals who obligingly want the anorexic to eat and want the addict to stop using.

The one thing these people I am describing cannot tolerate is someone not WANTING them to do anything.

This leaves them wanting.

A fate worse than death for some people.

So the game goes on.




Dr. Brody


Satisfaction Guaranteed

November 25th, 2016

This was an advertising slogan from my childhood, “satisfaction guaranteed”. I believe it was for cigarettes.

And along came “Betcha can’t eat just one”.

And of course the Queen offers to Snow White a wishing apple and says, “One bite, and all your dreams will come true”. Echoes of Eve in the garden.

Now today we have “binge watching”.

None of these result in satisfaction.

But they may result in addiction.  Addiction to more and more and more.

None of these appeal to appetite.  Appetite can be satisfied.

They appeal to greed, which can never be satisfied.  Greed always demands more, and more and more.

In the consulting room, I frequently listen to patients and I sense I hear echoes of all this.

He is tormented. He works hard, never cheats on his wife, takes care of the children, cooks and gives his wife anything she wants.  And yet his wife won’t pay him any attention or be intimate with him.  His solution is to assume that there is something wrong with him.  He is never enough.  He cannot conceive that it is his wife who perceives that he is never enough to hide her own feeling of not being enough.  She hides behind her entitlement which he can never satisfy so he must be at fault.

The parents are dismayed.  They can’t understand why their child has no regard or respect for them or anyone else.  He has become a monster that does not appreciate what the parents have done for him.  After all they have done for him, he lacks any sense of value.  Nothing is ever good enough for him.

It appears that greed and addictions are alive and well, which has been known by politicians, advertisers, con men, gurus and cult leaders for eons.

To me, a central issue in all this is the feeling one grows up with of “I’m never enough”.  Curiously, it appears that if you neglect a child or spoil a child you get the same result, a feeling of “I’m not enough”.

This leads to all sorts of remedies which in the end are attempts to rid oneself of this feeling.  All these remedies are greedy.  All these remedies result in addiction.  The remedy is always more and more and more of whatever to get rid of the “I’m not enough” feeling.  But they all fail.  Because greed cannot be satisfied.

When is enough, enough?

When am I enough?

Can one be satisfied?

Can I be satisfied?

Or if I feel satisfied does that mean that I am really not enough and that I have settled for less because I couldn’t have more?



I reread this writing and find myself feeling pressured to provide some answers, some solutions.

But I resist, because if I do, then I will become just another expert, know it all with all the answers.  Another con man.

The difficult trick is to resist and allow you, if you will, to find your own answers.

It is your journey, not mine.

My journey started a long time ago.

As Fritz Perls one said, “Everybody wants to be somebody, nobody wants to grow”.


Dr. Brody



November 24th, 2016

We all need some directions, except for John.

John was a handyman I employed some time ago.  He could build and fix and assemble anything.  One day I asked John if he could put together a stereo cabinet I had purchased.  It had what seemed to me like a million pieces.  John said sure and went about assembling the stereo cabinet.  When he was done, I admired the finished product.  The stereo cabinet looked just like the picture on the box it had arrived in.  Then John handed me several unused parts to the stereo cabinet.  I asked John why he didn’t use them and didn’t he read and follow the directions.  He replied, “Directions? I just looked at all the pieces and put it together”.

I guess John didn’t need directions.

In the consulting room, patients often ask me for directions.

One patient recently said to me, “You’re the doctor, just heal me.  Tell me what I am supposed to do to be cured”.

Another patient said to me,”You’re a hard man.  You have all the answers, but you don’t give me any”.

First time patients frequently start their first session by saying something like,”I have never done this before.  What do you want me to do?”

I used to give directions.  But not many these days.

I used to think that I was being helpful by giving directions.  But now I think that the only one being helped was me.

On a good day, I am better able to tolerate waiting and seeing what directions will emerge from the patient. I have less of a need to prove I have all the answers and know everything.  After all we are there to discover what is in the patient’s mind, not mine.  Even though most patients come to treatment to learn what is in my mind, assuming I have all the answers.  As I frequently hear patients say to me, “You’re the doctor. You went to school, I didn’t”.

But in order to learn about the patient’s mind, I have to empty mine.

I have to proceed without directions.




Dr. Brody





She Is Sitting In The Room

January 11th, 2016

She is sitting in the room that we have placed her in.

It is called a seclusion room.

We have placed her there because she said she felt like killing herself.

She is sitting in the seclusion room for her own protection.  The room is narrow and empty except for a bed with sheets and a window and radiator.

She is siting in the seclusion room wearing nothing but a hospital gown.  She is on suicide watch so every 15 minutes a staff member looks through the small window in the door to ensure she is safe.

She is sitting in the seclusion room and we have given her medication to keep her safe.

She sits in the seclusion room and hangs herself.


The ward psychiatrist stands up and the patient attacks him.

The patient is put in a seclusion room.  This time for our protection.

He is a huge fellow who having won both an academic scholarship and athletic scholarship to Harvard, had a psychotic break.  Perhaps Harvard was too much for him to take.

He doesn’t sit in the seclusion room.  He rips the unbreakable and secure seclusion room doors down and walks off.


I was very young when these two events occurred.

I took from the first one that if someone wants to kill themselves it may not be possible to stop them.

From the second one I took that there are some things we cannot protect ourselves from.


Now, years later, I have a different view.  Now I wonder if we didn’t precipitate these events by placing these two people in seclusion rooms.  Seclusion rooms where they were left alone with the very thing that was tormenting them.  And they did what they had to do to escape what was for each of them unbearable.


Harold Boris wrote a book ENVY(1994).  The second chapter of this book is entitled, “Tolerating Nothing”.  Boris wrote, “There are some people for whom there is no such thing as nothing.  In their psychic calculus, zero does not exist.  Inside the zero, where there might otherwise be an absence, there is instead a presence of an absence”. (p.21)


I take this to mean that tolerating nothing-the absences, the voids, the gaps-is intolerable for most of us.  And to avoid nothing we will do anything to transform the empty space into something-drugs, sex, money, work…. Anything that will allow us to avoid tolerating even a little bit of nothing.


Now I think that when we placed them in their respective seclusion rooms, we left them alone to face what they were trying to avoid.  We left them alone with no escape from nothing.  And they did what they had to do to escape.


While these may be extreme examples,  I have come to think that to one degree or another we all have difficulties tolerating nothing.  And this may actually be a fundamental human condition which we attempt to evade or solve most of our lives.


Like the old saying goes, “Something is better than nothing”.





Dr. Brody




The Truth About Lies

December 19th, 2010

“The Truth Is Out There”–The X Files

“The best place to hide the truth is between two lies”–The X Files

“Everybody lies”-House


The attorney says that “no one can cover all their tracks”.

The attorney is pouring over a desk full of documents–pleadings, statements, and other pages.

The attorney is looking for the lies.  The attorney knows they are there.


But how do you discover lies, let alone the truth?  And it is easier to discover lies or the truth?


I remember seeing an old British movie.  It was black and white and had a title like “The Three Lies”.  It was the story of a psychiatrist who dies and his three patients.  The three patients are eager to see what is in their files.  As if their psychiatrist’s file contained the truth about them.


I recently read a story about a young man that lied his way into Harvard.  What was the ability he had?  What makes a good lie, a good liar?


WR Bion proposed that a lie requires a thinker, but the truth does not.

Bion also proposed that Keats’ Negative Capability, “when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after facts and reason”, was the road to discovering the truth.

And finally Bion wrote that truth is unknowable, but it could be experienced.  In other words, what one “knows” about the the truth is merely an approximation, if that.


But if the truth is unknowable, then facts and reason will not lead us to the truth.  There will always be a gap.  A caesura.  Between an unknowable truth and what we think we “know” about the truth.

And what about lies?


Perhaps what the attorney was looking for in searching for lies was the absence of any gaps.

Perhaps lies can be detected because they are constructed to be without gaps–to be logical and reasonable.

Perhaps our conscious minds operate to fill-in the gaps and see things as whole and continuous.  Gestalt psychologists postulated that perceptually our minds see things as wholes.  So when we see a tennis net we see the net, not a collection of holes joined together.


Perhaps the only way to discover and experience truth is the find the gaps.  (At which point the patient asks, “But what will I do with the gap?”)





Dr. Brody

He Said She Said

November 10th, 2010

He says she is crazy.

He says he didn’t do it.

He says he never hit her.

He says he didn’t hurt the child.


I have already interviewed the child, the mother and reviewed the Court documents.

Someone is lying.

Maybe everyone is lying.


I recall seeing a woman who claimed to have been the victim of ritual abuse.

At the time, I was running a group for persons who claimed to have experienced ritual abuse.

I was “believing” her story until she began talking about being in the basement of the Vatican where she was assisting in building nuclear weapons to use against Israel.


Another member of the ritual abuse group claimed to have been a member of a satanic cult.

But when she spoke, I had a different feeling than when the other members talked.  Something was different about her, but I never could say what it was.

She agreed to undergo a series of sodium amytal treatments.

We videotaped the treatments.

It came out that she had been abused by a family member.  She had never been in a satanic cult.

I reviewed the videotapes with her.

She still believes that she was in a satanic cult.







Reasonable Doubt.



How do you prove the “truth” ?




Dr. Brody

Moving On

October 24th, 2010

He comes into therapy sad and depressed.

He can’t get over (move on) a cataclysmic event from his past.  It haunts him and haunts him and haunts him.  Forever it seems.


I watch a Dr. Phil show on alienated parents.  The parents have been battling for years in the Court over their two children.

Dr. Phil advises that they must stop fighting for the sake of the children and that he will get them help to move on. 

This is obvious.

 I doubt they will.

I am more interested in why they cannot move on.


One way to conceptualize therapy is that people come into therapy because they are stuck.  They can’t move on.

They may be stuck on a marriage, a death, an obsessive thought, a repetitive behavior, a feeling that they can’t seem to get rid of.


She is stuck and unhappy.  She talks about how depressed and unappreciated she feels in her relationship. 

She knows all this.

What she doesn’t know is why she holds on and won’t move on.

She says to me “I don’t know what to do”.

I am tempted to tell her, but I won’t.

I am more interested in the question then the answer.

Sometimes, questioning and searching for an answer, is just a way to avoid moving on.

The eternal search for the “why”, which can become a way to retreat from the bridge to the other side.


A mentor of mine committed suicide.

His autopsy report was posted on the Internet by some persons and mental health professionals who disliked what he wrote, thought and said.

I doubt if any of them had ever met him.

I remember writing something like that even though my mentor had died, some of the living couldn’t move on from attacking him.


To be continued….




Dr. Brody

Family of Secrets

May 24th, 2010

They view the child as a heavenly gift. 

Given to them from on high.

She is theirs.  To be part of their family forever.


The mother is an outsider–not one of them.

She will be allowed into their family, but only if she releases her child to them.  It is their child.

She refuses.


The family secretly plots to obtain/steal what is theirs–the divine child.

They are successful.  They abduct the child and take her to their country.  She is now one of them.

They do not hide her–this stolen baby, instead they parade her for all to see.

The family knows that the best place to hide a secret is in plain sight.


While this may appear to be a fairytale, it is not.  Child abduction is so commonplace that this month Governor Christ signed into law the Florida Child Abduction Prevention Act (CAPA).  The law is designed to prevent parents from abducting their own children.

Whether it will be effective remains to be seen.

Can you legislate parental/family behavior?

Can you legislate human passions and emotions?

Can you legislate family secrets?


As for the heavenly child….

Perhaps she has too early on had to deal with the ghosts lurking in all family secrets.




Dr. Brody

New York

May 3rd, 2010

I grew up in New York.

The front door to our apartment had two dead bolt locks, but I paid them no mind.  Perhaps I paid the locks no mind because I could not bear knowing the truth.

Many, many years later I realized/explained that the locks were there to protect me and my family from my natural father coming back and doing something unspeakable.  Whether this was the “truth” I will never know.  All the people who could explain the locks are long gone.

This morning, as I was leaving home a SUV drove up out of nowhere and stopped a few feet from my driveway.  A woman gets out and comes towards me carrying some papers.  She appears to be familiar, and I become anxious.  She reaches into her papers and hands me a leaflet.  It is from a religious group detailing the coming end of the world.  I am relieved and shaken.  Her group believes that they know the truth.

Several years ago, a mentor of mine killed himself.  His detractors posted his autopsy report on the web.  When alive, the mentor would call me late and night and ask “Why do these people hate me so much?”  I never had a satisfying answer.

Because I am not sure anymore if these sorts of experiences can be explained.  Explained to be explained away.  Words used to substitute for a perhaps intolerable experience.  Words used to make the experience more tolerable and perhaps go away?  Words used to filter/buffer that which can’t be filtered/buffered, perhaps only distorted and transformed into some untruthful facsimile of the “truth”.

Years later, when my mother dies, we travel to New York one last time.  We drive past the apartment with two dead bolt locks.  I think to stop and see the apartment again.  Perhaps I can find the truth.  But of course someone else lives there now.


As for the truth…


A young man discovers a truth he should have never known.  His boss, a psychologist is sleeping with female patients.  The young man tells the authorities.  They don’t believe him.  They think he is lying and don’t investigate.

Years later, a female patient comes forward.  The authorities investigate.  The psychologist admits, but only to having sex with this one patient.  The authorities let him continue to practice.

Then several other women come forward.  The authorities realize they have been lied to and want to revoke the psychologist’s license.

It is too late.

He voluntarily surrenders his license.


I sit in the first pew, again, waiting my turn to testify.

The couple in front of me sit waiting for the judge to enter the courtroom.

They will argue/compete/contest for a child or the “truth”.

I have been witness to too many of these competitions for the truth.

I seem to see a pattern.  The couple and the third.  Someone will have to be sacrificed.  Perhaps the child. Perhaps me. Certainly the truth.


A patient recently tells me that they believe that all truth is a conspiracy.  The “truth” is merely a spin that they want us to believe.

The real “truth” is what underlies the “spin”.


I look up belie and belief in the dictionary.

One letter separates them.  The truth and the lie.

I wonder if they are somehow connected.

Then I wonder about a bright lite-at birth and at death.

What if the light is the truth that can’t be known, but only experienced.

What if before we are born, perhaps before we are “conceived”, we experience the “truth”, the white light, and as we travel down the birth canal we forget it because it is such a shock coming into this other world?

And what if we spend our lives somehow looking for that unknowable truth, that white lite, only to be re-connected with it at death or at a moment of sacrifice?

Is that why sacrifice is considered a sacred act?


The last words my dying wife spoke to me were “Can I go?”

I lied and said “Of course”.


Some days I wonder if there is a white light out there waiting for me.

Or is the truth really that this is just another lie?





Dr. Brody