With guest contributor Steve Hall (@astevehall; see his stand up here) Feeling scared about the state of the world right now? Frustrated about having to stay home? Hopeless at the lack of control? Paranoid about that tickle in your throat? Panicked that you might lose your loved ones? Guilty that you’re even more panicked that […]
Author: Jane Gregory
The Misophonia Project, Session One.
***Update February 2021: This post ended up spiralling into a full blown obsession – I am now researching CBT for misophonia full time at the University of Oxford! Click here to visit my new website, Sounds Like Misophonia. *** Unless you’ve been hiding, with earplugs in, glaring at anyone who dares to eat or breathe […]
I’m not in the Mood, Diary
Here are my top five reasons I might hand you a mood diary at the end of a CBT session. 5. You’re not sure what you’re feeling. 4. I’m not sure you know what you’re feeling. 3. You think your feelings don’t make sense. 2. You think your feelings are stupid. 1. I ran out […]
Intrusive images are for life, not just for parenthood
I can see myself biting off a baby’s fingertips one day. I don’t mean that’s my dream retirement plan, I mean I can really clearly see it. Sometimes I don’t even have to close my eyes, it’s just there, transposed over whatever I happen to be looking at in that moment. My teeth. Baby’s fingertips. […]
Is that a rash on your neck or are you just anxious to see me?
I go red when I’m nervous. And when I’m embarrassed. And frustrated. And amused. In fact, any time I experience the slightest increase in emotion or temperature, you will see it on my skin, clawing its way out of my collar and onto my face. I discovered this delightful fact about myself in high school, […]
Table For One: The Other Empty Chair Technique
I like to sit in cafes pretending to write a screenplay. Even when I’m in a café writing this blog, I pretend I’m writing a screenplay. This is because I like going to cafes, I often go by myself, and I would rather that people think I am writing a screenplay than that they jump […]