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Alan
Bodnar, Ph.D. is the Co-Director of Psychology Training at Westborough
State Hospital, Mass. and a consultant in the field of leadership
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By Alan Bodnar, Ph.D.
It might have been any family outing, a three-year old girl and
her mother picking up the child's aunt at her house and taking her
to a gathering of the extended clan. They might have been going
to celebrate someone's birthday or Memorial Day or the Fourth of
July. The scene of two adult sisters smiling at a little girl in
the arms of one of them beside a white, clapboard house, on a bright
spring day might have come from a Norman Rockwell painting. To the
naïve observer, this tableau might have been all of this, but at
the hospital, we knew the rest of a story that was so much richer,
sadder and more complicated. The aunt was recovering from a relapse
of schizophrenia and her sister, child in tow, was bringing her
to the hospice where their father lay dying.
Although I knew the gravity of their mission, I could only smile
at the family as I passed them on steps of the residence, colluding
with the happy image they portrayed. The little girl in her mother's
arms was pointing at a building across the street and excitedly
explaining or inquiring something of her smiling companions. The
immediacy of delight trumps the reality of grief every time.
This is as it should be; it gets us through the hard times. A few
days later, in the living room of another hospital residence, a
woman was trying to ignore voices that had plagued her since her
college days. She shook her head and blocked her ears with her hands
to no avail. Her medication, which had given her significant though
not complete relief, had recently been decreased because years of
toxic side-effects were beginning to take an irreversible toll on
her health. "These voices," she said, "have ruined my life and brought
me nothing but pain." "And what brings you pleasure?" returned a
psychology intern. Without hesitation, the woman smiled and answered,
"My flowers." She had planted bulbs in the front of the house last
fall, fretting over mistakes she might have made. Were they deep
enough? Spaced far enough part? Did the soil provide the proper
nutrients or should she have added supplements? The answers to her
questions came in the first weeks of May when a warm spell coaxed
a row of hyacinths out of the ground. We all took delight in the
colorful addition to the front yard of the residence but no one
more than the proud gardener.
If the immediacy of delight trumps the reality of grief, then why
should we be content to encounter joy by chance? Whether the experience
of delight is truly healing or merely distracting is of little consequence
compared to the alternative of living with the misery and confusion
of psychosis.
Treatment aimed at improving the quality of life puts the emphasis
on promoting health and wellness instead of just coping with the
symptoms of mental illness. In the field of mental health, these
ideas have been championed by rehabilitation specialists, notably
occupational and expressive arts therapists as well as a growing
number of psychologists.
It is no surprise that art, music, poetry, and fiction thrive in
mental hospitals. The arts are accessible to all because the need
to express oneself is irrepressible and the means of doing so can
be adapted for use by people of all levels of ability. For many
people, participation in the creative process brings about feelings
of accomplishment, satisfaction and ultimately integration of nameless
and dimly perceived aspects of experience into an enlarged concept
of a more competent self.
A growing body of research in cognitive psychology is elevating
the importance of our emotions, not as forces interfering with our
ability to make logical decisions, but as the essential fuel for
the engine of rational thought. Our hunches and intuitions are reclaiming
their rightful place as the unconscious product of complex analyses
too large and quickly done to be accessible to awareness. Anything
that puts us in touch with this storehouse of information can only
expand our options for living full and satisfying lives.
Our patients teach us that these delights are to be found not only
in creative endeavors narrowly construed as the province of the
arts, but in any human activity or experience that arouses our interest
or engages our quest for meaning. The curiosity of a child, spring
flowers planted with hope in the fall and honest work of any kind
can provide a welcome distraction from the challenges of coping
with mental illness.
Remaining open to opportunities to experience joy is not an overly
optimistic attempt to replace pain with pleasure. Pain is part of
the human condition and the mindless pursuit of pleasure is the
death of delight. Pain will always be with us, but it doesn't always
have to take center stage. While there is nothing we can do to produce
joy on demand, we can put ourselves in situations where it is more
likely to take us by surprise. Whether living well means managing
symptoms of major mental illness or getting the most out of every
day, we can only go so far by starving our nightmares without also
feeding our dreams.
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