I recently ended with a patient I’d
become very fond of, who had been coming to see me for four years. I’d spent
about half that time wondering when we should end. Whenever I considered
ending, something got in the way; either external issues – his, or internal
dilemmas – mine; ‘how could I abandon him?!’ And then something changed. The
adolescent boy in the therapy room regressed into the little boy I’d met years
earlier. I became aware of re-emerging themes I hadn’t seen since his early
sessions. It felt as if he was leading me back to the beginning.
I was reminded of a poem which
was read aloud towards the end of my training by a favourite tutor in her rich
Irish brogue. The poem was T.S. Eliot’s ‘Little Gidding’ and the quote I was
reminded of is this: ‘What we call the beginning is often the end. And to
make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.’
My ending with the boy, like the
poem it brought to mind, was quite beautiful. It reminded me that therapy, like
writing, is a creative process which is beyond control and may never feel fully
complete. Both follow themes and boundaries, such as time/word count, but they
must also be allowed space, because nothing stifles the creative process more
than rigidity. And so, I will continue to challenge supervisors and commissioners
(and frustrate editors) as I wait for my endings to
make themselves known.
Published in BACP Children and Young People January 2012
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