Family Counselling
Monday
“Come in – you
must be Ruth,” I said with a smile as the young mother walked in, “and this is
Charlie?” The ten year old boy nodded as
he looked at me, wearing a Captain America hoodie, jeans and black trainer with
white soles. “Please, come in, take a
seat.”
As they did so,
I looked at Ruth. She had long red hair,
wearing a flesh coloured top with a grey band design on it, and grey jeans, the
legs tucked into knee length black leather boots. As she looked at me, and round the room, she
eventually said “I was told you might be able to help both of us to…”
“Mummy,”
Charlie finally said, “who is this lady?”
“Well,
Charlie,” I said with a smile, “I help people like you and your mother to deal
with how you feel when something scary or difficult happens – and I believe
that happened to you recently, didn’t it?”
Charlie looked
at me and slowly nodded as he said “I don’t want to talk about it…”
“I know – but
trust me Charlie, talking about it, working through what happened, I can help
you to realise what was truly scaring or upsetting you at the time, to remove
all the fear.” Leaning forward, I said
“so, if I asked your mother to start, you can join in if you want, all right?”
Charlie nodded
as Ruth sighed and said “Charlie had just come back from a shopping trip with
me, and he had gone into the house first while I got some bags out of the
back. I came in, closed the door – and
that was when I saw the man with Charlie.”
“Can you
describe the man?”
“He was about
six foot tall, casually dressed – but he had a gloved hand over my son’s mouth,
and he just – he just looked at me.”
“I can imagine
that was scary Charlie,” I said as I looked at her son, smiling as he
nodded. “So what did the man tell you to
do?”
“There was a
bag on the chair, and he told me to take a plastic strip out of it, and – use
it to secure Charlie’s wrists together.
He said if I did not do it, he would hurt Charlie.”
I nodded at
this – it was a story I had heard many times before, so I said “Charlie, did
your mum do what the man said?” As he
nodded, I said “you know she had no choice, he was forcing her to do it.”
“It was still
scary though,” he said as I nodded in return.
“What else did he make your mother do?”
“He – he made
her use another strip to keep my ankles together,” he said quietly, “and then
he made me sit down while he did the same thing to Mummy.”
“You must have
both been very afraid,” I said quietly, both of them nodding. “You were wearing these clothes that day,
correct?”
“Why did you
ask us to wear them again,” Ruth said as she looked at me.
“I will explain
why in a minute. Tell me Charlie, what
was the scariest thing.”
He looked at
his mother, and said “that I couldn’t help her, and I was too scared to do
anything.”
“That’s only
natural Charlie,” I said with a smile, “so the man left you in the room.”
“Yeah – and
then he left the house. Mummy eventually
got a pair of scissor and cut me free, then I cut her free.”
“Okay –
Charlie, have you learned to ride a bike?”
As he nodded, I said “when you fell off the first time, were you afraid
then?”
“Yeah – but Dad
told me to get back on and try again.”
“Okay then –
will you let me try something with you and your mummy?” When he nodded, I went to my store cupboard,
and brought out four long blue ribbons.”
“What are they
for,” Ruth asked as I sat down.
“A trust
exercise. Ruth, I want you to let
Charlie tie your wrists together, in front of you, with one of these
ribbons. Do you trust him to do that
without hurting you?” I saw the funny
look on her face, but then she said “all right – Charlie, you can do that to
me.” I gave Charlie one of the ribbons,
and then watched as he nervously tied his mother’s wrists together.
“Now, are you
afraid of what Charlie has done Ruth?”
She looked at her wrists, and then shook her head as Charlie said “does
it hurt Mum?”
“No.”
“Good,” I said
as I handed Ruth another length of ribbon.
“Charlie, are you ready to let your mother do the same to you now. Fell the ribbon first, it’s soft, not hard
like the strip, right?”
He ran his
fingers down the strip, then shook his head as he said “no, it’s soft. I trust you Mum – do it.” Handing over the ribbon, I watched as he held
his wrists our, and Ruth tied them together as well. The two of them looked at each other, and
wriggled their fingers.
“So, are you
afraid of what you did to each other?”
They shook their heads, as I said “Charlie, I want you to put your feet
on your mother’s lap, and let her tie your ankles together with another
ribbon.”
Ruth watched as
Charlie smiled and lifted his feet up, then I handed her the third ribbon and
watched as she tied his ankles together.
He lifted his legs down, and then as his mother put her feet on his lap
he tied her ankles together as well.
“You know –
this is kind of fun,” Charlie said with a smile as he and his mother twisted
their ankles and wrists round. I allowed
myself a smile – it was the start of the journey for them.
Tuesday
Helena was in
her early thirties – a tall, blonde haired woman with a pale grey dress that
had a floral print, and a skirt that came to just above her knees, dark tights
and straight black leather boots. Her
daughter looked nervously round – she was eleven, wearing a peach coloured
sweatshirt with a logo on the front, faded jeans and black ankle boots.
“Thank you for
coming Helena,” I said as I looked at them.
“This is Ellen, correct?”
“Yes,” Helena
said quietly, “the police officer said you may be able to help her come to
terms with what happened to her.”
“And to you hopefully,”
I said with a smile. “Why don’t you tell
me what happened.”
Helena nodded
as she said “we were at the branch of Lloyd’s bank that was robbed a few weeks
ago.”
“Ah – so you
were among the hostages that were taken?”
Helena nodded as Ellen tried to blink some tears back, so I asked “why
did you go with your mother Ellen?”
“We were going
to buy me a birthday present,” Ellen said quietly.
“So you were in
the branch when the masked men came in.
What did they do?”
“They shouted
and pointed guns at us,” Ellen continued, “and told us to lie face down on the
floor. Then they took our hands behind
our backs and used some tape to keep my wrists together, and my ankles.”
“Did the do the
same thing to you Helena?” I looked over
as her mother nodded, and said “then they dragged us all over to sit against a
wall, and they stuck some of the tape over our mouths. I wanted to hold Ellen so much, but I could
not…”
She started
crying then as she hugged her daughter, while I handed them each a tissue and
let them continue. Eventually, Ellen
said “thank you Mummy – I wanted you to hug me as well.”
“Well, I want
to do a little exercise with both of you.
It will help you confront your fears about what happened, and it may
help you both to come to terms with it a little more – if I have your
permission.”
As they both
nodded, I went to the cupboard, and came back with a roll of white medical
tape. Handing it to Ellen, I said “tear
a small piece off, and put it on your skin.
Tell me how it feels.”
“Go on darling,”
Helena said quietly as Ellen tore a strip off, and stuck it on the back of her
hand. “It doesn’t pull – it feels soft actually,”
she finally said.
“So you do not
think that tape will hurt you?” As she
shook her head, I said “and you don’t think your mother will hurt you, do
you?” She shook her head again, as I
said “well, I want your mother to use the tape to keep your hands behind your
back Ellen. Will you let her do that?”
She looked at
me for a moment, and then nodded as she gave the roll of tape to Helena, then
turned and put her hands behind her back, waiting as her mother wound the tape
round her wrists. When she had finished,
Helena said “how does it feel Ellen?”
“It feels funny
Mum – but I’m not afraid,” she said as she turned round.
“Good – so will
you let your mother tape your ankles together as well?”
As Ellen
nodded, Helena looked at me, and then slipped off the chair, kneeling down as
she wound the tape round her ankles as well.
When she had torn the tape free and smoothed it down, she looked at
Ellen as she tried to move round.
“Now,” I said
quietly, “would you like your mother to give you a great big hug Ellen?” She nodded as Helena wrapped her arms around
her, and kissed her forehead.
“There is one
more thing I want your mother to do Ellen, and this will show you there is
nothing to fear – will you let her cover your mouth with the tape?” Ellen looked at me for a few minutes and then
said “yes, I will – I know you’re not doing it to hurt me Mummy.”
Helena tore a
strip from the roll and pressed it gently over Ellen’s mouth, then hugged and
kissed her again as she started to cry, saying “thank you for helping her
confront her fear” as she looked at me.
“Are you ready
to face your fear as well, Helena?”
She looked at
Ellen as the girl nodded, and said “Plhssmhmmme”
through the tape, before she nodded and put her own hands behind her back. Five minutes later, they were sitting and
trying to talk to each other through the tape over their lips, happier than
they had bene in a long time…
Wednesday
“I’m glad you
came back for a second session,” I said as I looked at Mel and her six year old
daughter Diane, “I think we made real progress with facing what happened to you
in the last session.”
“You certainly
helped us to deal with that fear,” Mel said quietly as Diane played with her
doll, “but you said there was more we could do?”
“Indeed,” I
said with a smile, “if you and Diane are willing. Often, to fully face down fears, you have to
do a form of aversion therapy – or in this case, reverse aversion. What I want to do is replay what happened
when the woman made you and Diane play that game – but this time, it really is
a game, so you both have nothing to fear.
Is that all right?”
Diane looked up
at that, and said “are you going to use the ropes on both of us?”
“I will – but
as a game, and slowly, all right?”
“All right,”
she said quietly as she nodded to Mel.
Diane was wearing a pink peasant style top with short sleeves, grey
pants and short brown biker boots, while Mel had on a peach jersey dress, black
leggings and mid-length black boots.
“Good,” I said
as I stood up and walked to the cupboard, returning with a bag containing some
soft ropes and other things. “So what
did the lady do first?”
“She tied my
hands together behind my back, and then my arms to my side – she said it was
all part of the game,” Diane said as she looked at me. I nodded and said “do you think this will
hurt you,” handing her a length. She
took it and shook her head, as I said “okay then – turn round with your back to
mummy, and I’ll tie your wrists together first.”
As Mel watched,
I crossed and tied Diane’s wrists together behind her back, making sure I took
the rope around and between her arms before tying the ends off and tucking them
away out of reach of her fingers. “There
now Diane – how does it feel?”
“Nice – but
funny. Will you do that to Mummy now?”
“Yes she will,”
Mel said as she turned in the chair, and I tied her wrists together as
well. I then took a longer length of
rope, and said “the next thing the lady did was make sure you could not move
your arms. Are you ready Diane?”
“Yeah,” she
said with a smile as I wrapped the rope around her arms and stomach, fixing
them to her sides, and then around her upper arms and shoulders. As she looked at her mum, she nodded while I
did the same thing to Mel – in her case, with one long length of rope making
two bands above and below her chest.
“It’s just like
the lady did it, isn’t it Mummy,” Diane said as she looked at her mother.
“Now then,” I
said with a smile, “you told me the lady then tied your ankles and legs
together. Can I do that to you now as
well Diane?” The little girl nodded as
she sat on my couch, next to her mother, and watched as I tied her ankles
together, the rope compressing her boots as I did so, and then tied her legs
together below her knees.
“It’s amazing
how you do this,” Mel said as she watched.
“It really is making a fear fun.
How did you develop this technique?”
“Working with a
lot of victims of break ins and robberies,” I said as I looked at Diane, “I
realised if they could see the fear was not in what happened to them, but who
was doing it to them, it went a great deal towards aiding their recovery. Is that all right Diane?” The girl nodded as she twisted her legs
round, and I looked at Mel.
“I guess the
lady tied my legs next, right?”
Diane smiled
and nodded, watching as I knelt down and tied Mel’s ankles tightly together, as
with the other bands cinching it by taking the rope between her legs, and then
tied her legs together below her knees.
As she twisted her legs round, Diane giggled as she said “we sound like
mice, Mummy.”
“I guess we
do,” Mel said as she kissed Diane on the forehead. “But you know what the lady did next, don’t
you?”
“Yeah – she put
something in our mouths and taped it over, then she made us lie down on
separate couches. But I don’t want that
– I want to stay with my Mummy.”
“How about we
do something else – then you can talk to each other,” I said as I rolled up a
large black silk square, and tied a knot in it.
“Open your mouth for me Mel.”
As she did so,
I eased the knot behind her teeth and then tied the band round her head, Diane
giggling as she said “can you speak Mummy?”
“Ehdhnntkkhhchnee,” Mel said as Diane laughed – and then let
me put the knot of a rolled up white scarf in her mouth, tying the band round
her head as well.
“Now then,” I
said as I sat back, “talk to each other about how you feel…”
Thursday
As her four
year old daughter Bryony played on the floor, I sat and looked at Magda. The young mother had long, straight brown
hair, and was wearing today a long sleeved blue jumper and a knee length dark
blue leather skirt. She also had on dark
hose, and black leather boots with a stack heel.
“Bryony –
that’s an unusual name,” I said with a smile.
“Yes – we had
the flowers at home when she was born five years ago,” Magda said quietly. Her daughter had a blue denim bib dress on
over a white jumper, white tights and red shoes.
“So Magda –
tell me about what happened that morning.
Once you have done that, we can do something to start to get you to
address your fears.”
“I… I don’t know what I can really say. My husband was about to go out to work, and
Bryony was asleep in her room, when these masked men burst into the room. They forced me to go into our bedroom, tied
me up, gagged me, and then dragged my husband out with them.”
“Did you find
out what they wanted with him?”
“He’s a
security guard at a jewel depository – they forced him to give them access,
then they tied him up, gagged him, and left him there while they raided the
place. One of them stayed with me – and
then Bryony came in.”
“Ah,” I said
quietly, “did they do anything to her?”
“No – she lay
next to me and went back to sleep for a while.
But I was so afraid they would…”
“I can
understand that fear – and the fear you felt about what happened,” I said as I
leaned forward. “I think the first thing
we have to do, Magda, is to get you to confront that fear. I can help with that, and you and Bryony will
be perfectly safe, I promise you that.”
“How? I hear you make your clients go through the experience
again – I may be too frightened.”
“I do, but we
take it one step at a time, and you can stop any time you want,” I said as I
went and collected some ropes while Bryony talked to a teddy bear. “If you want to go now, I understand.”
“No,” Magda
said as she shook her head, “I will try.”
“Good – put
your hands behind your back please,” I said quietly, and as she did so I tied
her wrists together with some of the soft rope.
She looked over her shoulder and wriggled her fingers as she said “okay
– so far so good, so what will you do next?”
“Your ankles –
can you put your feet on the coffee table for me?” Magda nodded as she put her feet up, and I
crossed her ankles before tying them together, the young mother watching as I
took the rope around and between her legs, the leather protecting her as well
as I tied the ends off.
“Yeah – it was
something like that,” Magda said quietly as she moved her feet, Bryony sitting quietly. “I don’t mind this too much.”
“Okay then –
did he secure your legs?”
“Yes – above
and below my knees.”
“May I?”
As Magda
nodded, I tied her legs together in both places, neither of us noticing that
Bryony had stopped playing, and was watching us.
Magda twisted her
legs round and nodded as she said “This – this is not as bad as then. You may do the rest now – my arms.”
“Of course –
but remember, you can say stop at any time,” I said as I walked behind her, and
started to wrap the longer length of rope around her arms and upper body,
framing her chest as I noticed Bryony watching.
“It’s all right – I’m not hurting Mummy,” I said as I pulled the ropes
tighter.
“I know,” she lisped,
“Mummy’s shmiling.”
“Yes I am,”
Magda said as I tied the ropes off and she wriggled round. “But this is not my bedroom.”
“True – but
this couch is wide, and the armrest is comfortable. Can you lie with your head on it?”
“I think I
can,” Magda said quietly as she shifted herself round, while I went back to the
cupboard for a couple of other things.
“Can I lie with
Mummy?”
“I was hoping
you’d say that Bryony,” I said as I walked back over.
“And can I be like
Mummy?”
I looked at
her, and said “you mean you want the ropes on you as well?”
“I do – when
the man helped me to lie next to Mummy, I did wonder why he did not do that to
me…”
“That is up to
your mother, Bryony,” I said as I looked at Magda. To my surprise, she nodded and said “yes you
may.”
“Well, I need
to do what the man did first to stop Mummy talking – so watch carefully,” I
said as I folded a cloth, and pushed it gently into Magda’s mouth, and then
covered her lips and jaw with micropore tape.
She looked over and said “Chnnuhhrrmhhhbhrrennee?”
“Yesh,” Bryony lisped, “So what will you do first?”
Fifteen minutes
later, Bryony was lying next to her mother, tied in the same way and with tape
over her mouth, nestling in as Magda smiled under the tap e at her. Truly a family bonding moment…
Friday
It is not
unknown for mothers to come to see me with their sons, so seeing Ken with Annie
wasn’t an unusual sight. Annie had on a
pale blue top with a floral print, a black skirt, dark hose and black boots,
and Charlie a black t-shirt, jeans and trainers.
As we started,
I realised my first mistake when I looked at the referral form. “I am so sorry,” I said as I looked at them,
“I thought you were mother and son!”
“No,” Annie
said, “brother and sister. I’m ten years
older than him.”
“So you’re
twenty two?”
Annie nodded as
she said “but we were both at home with Mum and Dad when they came in.”
“Can you tell
me what happened?”
“They made me
and Annie go to my room,” Charlie said, “and then forced Dad to tie us up with
ropes before they put duct tape over our mouths. Then we had to stay there while they took Mum
and Dad to their room, tied them up, and then ransacked the place.”
“You must have
been very scared?”
“I was,”
Charlie said quietly, “and Annie was crying.”
“The ropes were
tight, they hurt,” Annie said, “and I could hardly breathe…”
“Well, your mum
and dad have both had a session with me,” I said with a smile, “and they said
it helped them a great deal.”
“Yeah – they
didn’t smile for a while, but they’re smiling now,” Annie said, “which is why
we are here – to see if that can help us as well.”
“Okay then –
what I do is take you through a trust exercise, as part of which you will
partially relive the experience, but in a non-threatening way. Are you both ready?”
As they nodded,
I said “good – I want you to sit on the floor, next to each other, but so that
you can reach each other’s feet. I’ll
tell you why in a couple of minutes.”
They looked at
each other, but did as I asked as I went to fetch what I needed from the
cupboard. “Now then,” I said as I handed
them each a length of rope, “I want you to hold that in your hands for a couple
of minutes.” I could see the slight fear
in Annie’s face as she held the cords, and then said “why give us them?”
“Because I want
you to tie each other up.”
“WHAT?”
“Trust me,” I
said to Charlie, “we start with each other’s ankles. Double the rope over, then wrap it round your
brother or sister’s ankles, and take the ends through the middle loop.”
Charlie and
Annie looked at each other, and then at me, before they did as I asked. “Good – now, pull the ends back so that your
ankles are brought together. I want you
then to wrap it round each other’s ankles three times – keep the bands on top
of each other, nice and neat.”
I watched as
they careful wound the rope round each other’s ankles, before I said “now, tuck
the ends through the top band, separate them, and take the ends between your
ankles. Make sure it is nice and taut –
if it is not, it could hurt you later.”
Well, they
looked at each other, but did again as I asked, so that the ankle binding was
cinched, and I told them to tie the ends off with a square knot. As Annie looked down, she said “that’s just
what they did – how did you know?”
“I research –
and I was a Girl Guide,” I said with a smile.
“Now, shuffle along the floor so that you can reach each other’s knees.”
Once they had
done that, I gave them a second length of rope, and told them to tie each
other’s legs together below their knees.
I watched as they did this, and I swear I could see the fear ebb away
from their faces as I did so.
“There now –
ankles and legs tied. Does it
hurt?” As they both shook their heads, I
said “and does it scare you?”
“Not really,
no,” Charlie said with a grin. “So what
now?”
“Call it.” As I tossed a coin in the air, Charlie called
out “HEADS!”
“Oh dear it’s
tails – Annie, you have the choice. So
you want to be kept quiet first or second.”
“Second,” she
said without hesitation as I handed her a sponge ball. “I want you to compress that as much as
possible – and then push it into Charlie’s mouth. He’s going to do the same to you.”
“Well, at least
he’s quiet longer,” she said with a grin as she pushed the sponge in, Charlie’s
cheeks expanding as she did so while he closed his mouth. I then handed her a roll of duct tape, and at
my instruction she tore three strips off and pressed them firmly over her
brother’s mouth.
“Hssuhhrrhtrrnnhh,” he mumbled as he squeezed the sponge
ball, and then made sure Annie was kept as quiet a shim. I then took more rope, and tied their wrists
behind their back and their arms to their sides, before I said “how did the men
leave you?”
They looked at
each other, and then lay on their backs, rolling over as Charlie lifted his
legs up.
“I see – do you
wish to be the same again?”
They both
nodded as I hogtied them, their ankles secured to their chest ropes, and I
watched them try to help each other…
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