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The Unmaking of a Hollywood Therapist
by Annie Coe Toor (From Reviews)
“Ms. Coe Toor achieves in her memoir the Emersonian philosophy of Self-Reliance: if one tells a personal truth it resonates as a universal truth. Through her immersive prose, we journey gracefully through worlds that couldn’t be more diametrically opposed and yet somehow important parallels are drawn between the maddening and absurd business of movie-making and the life-saving work of psychotherapy. The chapters on Orson Welles and Adrian Lyne are a highlight in this deeply moving memoir of a true English rose. “ — Yvonne Zima, screenwriter
I love it! It works — British girl moves to Hollywood, has many fun, lighthearted adventures, and some sad ones, many great people are known and experienced, and all is told with a sharp sense of humor, the mood shifting with the Southern California weather — sunny, beautiful, a landscape to walk into, a pool to dive into. A significant career is built over many hardships — and then, finally she is bought down, a career ended, by a single incident. And truth be told, it is not fair; she could have avoided it all if not for her personal sense of rigorous honesty when she checked one fateful little box on a professional license renewal application. . . but so it goes. It is the ultimate injustice, but we know it is not a just world. Yet there’s a lesson here: Even in an unjust world, one can keep one’s soul.” — Robert George, photographer
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Lean on You
by Gretchen Havens (From Chapter 1)
…..“Man down!” yelled a guy behind me.
…..A flurry broke out at the rear of the medication line, but I didn’t budge. I wanted to keep my place in front. Craning my neck, I saw a man flopping around like a tuna on the grimy floor of the alcoholism unit.
…..“Stick a towel in his mouth!” shouted a patient.
…..“Grab his feet!” yelled another.
…..Someone shoved a blue towel between the man’s teeth, which clattered grotesquely. I was spellbound.
…..“Next! Gretchen!” bellowed the technician.
…..I took the two paper cups she thrust at me, tossed down my Librium and Haldol, and edged into the knot of people around the writhing man.
…..Ted, the night supervisor, cut into the huddle. “Okay, help me get him up.”
…..Finally, I got a close look at the guy on the floor: Tall and lean. Golden hair. Blue eyes. Forty-something. Dressed in brown boots, a striped shirt and checkered pants. Groovy!
…..This man, I said to myself, has got a lot of potential.
…..“Stand back, let’s get him into the dorm,” ordered Ted, and off they went, the guy stumbling and leaning into Ted, his head bobbing.
…..I turned to Marsha, a fellow patient. “What the hell was that?”
…..“Dunno.” She shrugged. “He came in today. Two men had to carry him up the stairs. But he looked okay at dinner.”
…..I shook my head. Dinner in the commissary could have put him over the edge. Besides tasting like sawdust, the food at Camarillo State Hospital was dished up by the long-term patients with laudable esprit de corps but little regard for hygiene. You could lose your appetite just standing in the chow line watching a jovial server stick his thumb in your mashed potatoes, or sneeze on your coleslaw.
…..I returned to the medication window. “What’s wrong with that man?” I asked Brenda, the technician.
…..“Didn’t see him, don’t know.” She slammed the window shut.
…..Wandering down the hall, I caught Ted coming out of the men’s dorm. “What happened to that guy?”
…..“Grand mal seizure.”
…..“What’s that?” I trotted next to him.
…..“Happens sometimes when you come off booze with no medication, or not enough. If he’d held out a little longer, he would have gotten a good hit of Valium.”
…..So, I thought, just in the nick of too late, the guy gets in the medication line. If I’d known, I would have given him my spot.
…..I peeked into the men’s dorm. Seizure Man lay on the bed nearest the door, his eyes closed. Long, golden eyelashes brushed his cheeks. A polite little snore passed through his full, slightly parted lips. His large, sensitive-looking hands rested peacefully on his chest.
…..At that moment, I knew. This was the man I’d been waiting for.
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The Recovery Workbook
by Ruth White, LMFT (From Chapter 1)
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The Therapist Writer
by Sylvia Cary
……Getting a book published is the quickest way for a mental health professional to become known as an expert, which can lead to more attention, more referrals, more business and more money. This is a step-by-step guide for therapists to make their book idea into a completed manuscript. Why don’t more mental health professionals write books? Sure, many do, but so many don’t — and that’s a shame because they have so much knowledge in their heads that could help other people cope with life.
……As a therapist writer, my mission is to inspire more of my colleagues (and others) to get published. Put what you know, think and feel, on paper and publish it so the rest of us can benefit from your many years of experience and expertise.
The Therapist Writer helps therapists pick topics to write about, determine if their book idea is a good one, scope out the competition, nail down their ”niche,” and decide which publishing option is best for them — traditional or self-publishing? Paper or E-Book? The book also helps authors deal with such issues as writing about patients or people you know, issues of confidentiality, and “self-disclosure.”
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Charlie & Me
by Harriett Bronson (From Chapter 1)
……I couldn’t believe he was speaking to me. Nobody had ever talked to me that crudely. I was standing at the water fountain at the top of the stairs of the Bessie V. Hicks School of Stage, Screen and Radio in Philadelphia. It was my second day.
…..I dabbed my lips with the back of my hand: “What?”
……“C’mere!” he said again, looking right at me with brown eyes set in a wonderfully intense face. His dark hair was slicked back in a duck tail. Even worse, he was wearing a gray sharkskin zoot suit.
……Then, as though being reeled in, I went over and stood in front of him. I was flummoxed but managed a reply: “Thank you.”
……He grinned. “What’s your name?”
……He didn’t offer his name in return. I had to know. “What’s yours?”
……“Are you a student here?”
……“Why do you ask that?”
……“You look older.”
……He glanced down the hallway where two other students, Honey and Beth, were waiting for me. “How come you girls always travel in packs?”
……“They’re my friends.”
……“Shake `em. Have coffee with me at Child’s.”
……I was shocked. “I can’t.”
……“I have class.”
……With a curt little wave, he headed down the stairs and out the double glass doors to the street.
……I joined Honey and Beth and we walked into class together.
……“Who was that?” Honey asked.
……“He looks like a killer,” Beth added dramatically. “He gives me the willies.”
……“He asked me out for coffee.”
……Honey didn’t wait a beat “You’re not going to go!”
……“Of course not.”
The Alcoholic Man:
What You Can Learn from the Heroic Journeys of Recovering Alcoholics
by Sylvia Cary, LMFT
“The Alcoholic Man consists of in-depth interviews with men of varying lengths of sobriety and the obstacles they must overcome in order to make it down the road of recovery. Staying sober allows these men to identify their feelings, deal with the people in their lives, accept responsibility, and make a difference in the world — establishing the recovering alcoholic man as a new kind of ‘hero’ for our time.” – Lowell House Booklist.
Getting to the Moment of Clarity
in the Recovery from Addiction
by Sylvia Cary, LMFT
It’s an open secret, known by thousands of recovering alcoholics, drug addicts, over-eaters, smokers, gamblers, sex addicts, debtors, and those with other obsessions that healing happens not in a step-by-step process over time, but in a flash, an instant, a single eye-opening moment — an ”Aha!” It’s what members of 12-step recovery groups commonly refer to as a ”moment of clarity” experience. Usually, this is triggered by some internal experience (a thought) or an external experience (somebody makes a remark, or an event occurs) and the chains that have been binding you and preventing you from reaching your goal, or intention, suddenly drop away. Recovery in some ways follows the stages of the creative process: Preparation, insulation, illumination and then — creation. Learn how to trigger an addiction-curing Aha! moment in yourself and others — how to romance it, recognize it, have it, and hold onto it.
COMING SOON AS AN eBOOK
Women and Long-Term Sobriety
by Sylvia Cary, LMFT
This may be the very first book to deal with long-term sobriety in women. Here, twenty-one women with a combined 406 years of total abstinence from all mind-altering chemicals tell you what’s ahead, should you just be starting your own journey. ”Sobriety is not a stand-still deal,” says Cary. “Changes keep happening. As the years of sobriety go by, the recovering woman realizes that she thinks differently, feels differently, works differently, loves differently, parents differently, spends differently, handles troubles differently, and relates to the world in a whole new way. They didn’t do it alone, and you don’t have to either.”