Guest Blogger_ author, Anne Goodwin

Why I’m thanking my therapist by Anne Goodwin

About eighteen months into my therapy, the death of a relative almost rent me apart. We were talking about my tendency to prioritise caring for others above caring for myself, when That Woman (as she’s identified in the acknowledgements to my novel) said that I probably didn’t even know what I wanted for myself. In those early days, I was loath to contradict someone who was so unusually attentive to my needs, but this time I did. Yet I think I was as surprised as she was when I proclaimed that I wanted to be a writer, so successfully had I put my whispered youthful ambition out of mind.

I’d been scribbling stories on and off all my life, but my professional training and practice as a AG at jesmondclinical psychologist had consumed most of my time and creativity. I’d vaguely planned to pick it up again on retirement, but That Woman nudged me to make space for what I wanted there and then. She helped me realise that I didn’t need to justify the time spent writing with prizes and publications (which was fortunate, given that it took much longer than I’d imagined for these to be forthcoming). It was extremely liberating to discover the world wouldn’t come to a halt if I indulged myself.

We didn’t discuss so much what I was writing at first. It was more a matter of tackling the barriers to taking my apprenticeship seriously, being picked up from the knocks and disappointments along the way. But the larger focus of our conversations wasn’t about my writing at all.

One of the themes of my therapy was my traumatic adolescence. I’d gone to That Woman thinking myself lacking for not having put the past behind me (as Diana is urged to do in Sugar and Snails). Now that I recognise the enormity of my experience, I see that as a ridiculous pressure to put upon myself, compounding the original trauma with the blame and shame of being unable to toss it to the side. Not that, outside the therapy room or wrapped in the arms of my husband, I showed any indication of not coping. I kept my wounds hidden from the wider world.

So perhaps it’s inevitable that my first published novel should feature another traumatic adolescence. I’d had other ideas, other novels begun and abandoned, one even getting as far as the second draft, but it was always Sugar and Snails to which I returned. Not that it was easy to write: from inception to publication, this novel consumed seven years of my life. My therapy has been equally epic, the successive transformations of my novel proceeding in parallel with my increasing understanding of myself. While each would feed into the other, That Woman helped me maintain the boundary between my own biography and that of my character. She also provided a container for my frustrations with the publication circus, that Kafka-ish world in which logic seems not to apply, and encouragement to claim my author authority as publication date approached.

I believe that my therapist has been of greater benefit to me as a writer than any of the industry experts I’ve consulted along the way. But, having paid my bills more or less on time, I don’t owe her anything, not even my gratitude. Yet I felt it would be dishonest not to include her in the acknowledgements for my novel, for my sake more than hers. Conscious that some writers are suspicious of therapy, I was anxious about this initially, but the support I received when I posted about this (thank you, Kate and others) convinced me I was doing the right thing.

It’s not easy to write about a therapy, partly because it’s such a private endeavour, partly (judging by the mistakes writers commonly make in creating a fictional therapist) because it’s so difficult to get to grips with from the outside. Maybe, on reading this, you’ll understand why I’m thanking my therapist, or maybe you’ll just have to take it on trust that this novel would never have got written, let alone published, without her. Yet because of the confidentiality inherent in the relationship, she can’t tell anyone else what part she played.

Anne Goodwin writes fiction, short and long, and blogs about reading and writing, with a peppering of psychology. Her debut novel, Sugar and Snails, was published last month by Inspired Quill. Catch up on her website: annethology or on Twitter @Annecdotist.

Sugar and Snails is available on Amazon in paperback and on Kindle: http://goo.gl/Re0aT7

 

 

17 thoughts on “Why I’m thanking my therapist by Anne Goodwin

  1. Lani

    “It was extremely liberating to discover the world wouldn’t come to a halt if I indulged myself.” – pulled out the quote that I particularly enjoyed. And congrats on publishing your first novel!

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  2. Lisa Reiter

    A wonderful post, beautiful in its frankness. Sharing these insights is a huge support to others who might otherwise imagine the rest of us aren’t carrying a heavy past that requires constant examination. As you know, I occasssionally get mine out in public too and there’ll come a point when I’m thanking ‘That Man’ for helping me dig under a pile of rubble to find some confidence again.
    By chance stumbling across Kate’s blog here. Another welcome find.
    Congratulations on publishing Sugar and Snails, Anne. It’s a wonderful read for all the words and the other ‘stuff’ that has also gone into it.

    Lisa xx

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  4. Norah

    If it was She who got you back to the paper with pens, then I too, am grateful. Lovely, insightful post. Thank you for sharing with such open honesty.

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  7. Gulara

    So much insight and awareness in this post. I’m fascinated to see how threads come together. Anne, would you be interested to do a post for my series ‘The Story Behind the Story’? Perhaps you could unpack this story further and reach new readers with your book, which sounds fascinating!

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