Author Archives: North London Counsellor Blog

Apparently there are enough empty houses in the UK to satisfy the population without building anymore. Many houses are empty because families cannot let go of them. They have sentimental value. They were brought up there, or thier mother died … Continue reading →

With trends like OK Boomer and Millennial Sensitivity the clashes between the generations continue. As they always have. Generational characteristics form us particularly around our peer group. They are an intrinsic part of our early experience. We remain still but … Continue reading →

Play is an important part of child development. Play initiates a curiousity and enjoyment. A conerstone of a good therapy is the ability of the person to be playfully curious about themselves. And notice. To have learnt to play in … Continue reading →

Gia looked up and said ” … but I really love the guy” Love or Longing? We all think we know what we mean when we hear the word love in a conversation. There is a general consensus what we … Continue reading →

Some therapists don’t like Bowlby’s traditional Stages of Attachment Theory. It can be over simple and doesn’t capture the complexity of the pre-verbal repeating experience. It is a helpful start to understanding transference and is a neat & easy to … Continue reading →

Maslow travelled to study the social dynamics of the Blackfoot Tribe in the summer of 1938. Practitoners are familiar with Maslow’s Heirarchy of Needs as a way of seeing people in relationship to their lives. In fact the study reverses … Continue reading →

In the social media age words become more than their meaning. Triggered is one of these words. It seems to mean one someone else doing or saying something setting off a chain of emotions inside us. Depending on the user … Continue reading →

Watching Labi Siffre on Top of the Pops was a particular experience. He seemed out of time and place. Himself, raw and vulnerable. It was almost too much in contrast to the other acts and the medium of television. Black … Continue reading →

He turned to me and said, ‘I haven’t written a song in three years.’ ‘Why? ’I said, ‘What’s wrong?’ He made a vague circling gesture with his hand taking in both of us, the swimming pool, the high hedge, the … Continue reading →