Is It A Crisis Or Does It Just Feel Like One

Written by Dr. Dorree Lynn

Part one of a series on psychotherapy

Contrary torepparttar way most of us think about crises, genuine crises are few and far between. Life or death situations such as serious illness, a bad accident, or a suicide attempt are crises that must be dealt with inrepparttar 126292 moment. An out of control alcoholic spouse, a physically abusive parent, a child swallowing poison,repparttar 126293 aftermath of rape, are all crises that require immediate attention. In these situations you will need to call a trusted relative or friend, a crisis hot line, 911, your physician, or go torepparttar 126294 local emergency room. You must take action now. Almost all other situations such as a divorce or your child having a behavior problem just make you feel as though you must do something this second. You want to do almost anything to stoprepparttar 126295 pain, but, in fact, you don't have to do anything inrepparttar 126296 moment. You have time to think and to findrepparttar 126297 best help you can.

Ask yourself an important question. Is what you are facing really a crisis or does it just feel like one? Although we live in a culture that demands instant gratification and instant solutions, in actuality there is very little that must be acted on immediately. What most people consider a crisis is simply an overwhelming sense of panic, an intense reaction to a conflict or difficult situation. Since life will always hand us "hard times," it helps to understand that we can learn to manage a situation that feels "out of control." Human beings are remarkably resilient and tend to bounce back even when it feels as though they never will. All cultures understand that upheaval can result in growth. The Chinese symbol for crisis or obstacle isrepparttar 126298 same one that represents opportunity. This is a notion to which I adhere, as a psychotherapist and as a human being.

Father's Day

Written by Dr. Dorree Lynn



My father wanted a son. I understood that fromrepparttar time I could intuit those secret messages that children know without knowing they know. My dad loved me. I also knew that. But, raising a daughter was foreign to him. Certainly, it wasn’t his first choice. So, inrepparttar 126291 ways that a child tries to please a parent, I tried to please him, to fulfill and give him what he wished for. It worked up to a point. Although in later years he was proud of me, for most of our life together, he was never comfortable around me.

Baseball was king in New York City when I was a small child, and although my dad was an inveterate Dodger’s fan, we lived nearrepparttar 126292 Yankee Stadium and it was there we bonded as much as we were ever able to. Warm weekends, when he was free, we went torepparttar 126293 game. I looked forward to going with him. The hotdog vendors, and cotton candy, peanuts and allrepparttar 126294 junk food my mother never knew about — a shared secret that maderepparttar 126295 day just that much sweeter, that much more special. Sometimes he remembered how small I was and he reached out to hold my hand. Sometimes, he got caught up inrepparttar 126296 excitement ofrepparttar 126297 game, forgetting he had a young daughter to take care of. I understood that too, and in those moments I reached up to touch his hand, sometimes wrapping my small fingers around his larger ones, reminding him of my presence.

I learnedrepparttar 126298 game well along withrepparttar 126299 roster of great Yankee and Dodger players, with a few others thrown in: Yogi Berra, Pee Wee Reese, Joe DiMaggio, Whitey Ford, Satchel Paige and of course,repparttar 126300 heroic Jackie Robinson. I watchedrepparttar 126301 plays,repparttar 126302 miraculously caught high pop fly balls,repparttar 126303 catcher (Yogi) always in control,repparttar 126304 umps calling their balls and strikes,repparttar 126305 seventh inning stretch when I was more than ready to go home. And, sometimes, a shared ice cream sundae, one more secret indulgence, before returning home.

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