In 1971, gay activist Frank Kameny stormed the American Psychiatric Association’s annual conference, held that year in a Washington ballroom. Pushing his way past shocked elderly psychiatrists, he seized the microphone and shouted: “Psychiatry is […][…]
Interview with: Lucy Horner, author of Tolstoy Therapy: A Fiction Prescription Q: Your book, Tolstoy Therapy: A Fiction Prescription, is a beautiful narration of both your own and other people’s healing experiences through the technique […][…]
“Do you have any residual pain from work, automobile, or surgery-related injuries?” This question on my client intake form can lead me to aspects of pain and healing that I have encountered, but have not […][…]
In 2002, I went back to school for Art Therapy at NYU. I immediately saw that basing art therapy on psychoanalysis, which is the common practice, was a mistake. Psychoanalysis is basically a thinking system. […][…]
Sam, a seven-year-old child, is playing with his five brothers and sisters in the garden while his mother prepares food in the kitchen. When the children come inside to eat, they notice that their younger […][…]
Today, thirteen years into the 21st century, and well into the third millennium, we could generally agree that as men and women we know what we want, both in and out of bed. But this was […][…]
The Telegraph recently reported that a man in France has been fined $14,000 for refusing to have sex with his wife…for 21 years. The man said he was tired and hadn’t been feeling that well. […][…]
Most people in the “recovery” or “therapy” process yearn for sexual healing. I make this statement as a therapist and as a human being who has facilitated myself and many others on the journey. Sexual […][…]
Finding a path to authentic expression of your most taboo sexual desire, from a place where it had been kept secret, is an empowering and healing journey. I had a new client recently who confessed how […][…]
I first had sex in 1996, when I was 18. It happened in a Columbia University dorm while my roommate was sleeping. A girl from down the hall crept into my bed, took off her […][…]
