When I was a girl, my doctor mother taught me to be kind. When she left the house in the morning, she would say, “Your assignment today is to help someone,” and when she returned at night, she would ask, “What was your good deed for the day?”

My grandmother told me that our job was to leave the world a better place because we lived in it. Our small-town’s library’s shelves were stocked with books about good little girls and inspirational adults. And our Methodist Church, the church of the early abolitionists, taught that our salvation came from good works. In short, I received a big dose of training in compassion and responsibility. Many of us were raised this way.

This guidance was easier to follow in the 1950s in the small society of Beaver City, Nebraska, with its 400 people. We had only our local weekly paper and Look magazine to give us information about the world at large. We didn’t have television or computers; we mostly had conversations and stories from people we knew. Now, when I have access to the news of about 8 billion people, it’s much harder to be kind to everyone.

My heart breaks for the migrant children now excluded from Head Start, the starving people of Gaza, and the innocents imprisoned in El Salvador or Alligator Alcatraz. I feel sadness for the Haitians and South Sudanese in lawless countries, and for the citizens of Myanmar, Tibet, and North Korea. And I worry about the planet itself with its climate change and constant weather-related disasters. I mourn the loss of bees and monarchs and the near extinction of polar bears.

Most of us are traumatized by our 24/7 news cycle. Humans were not designed to absorb this amount of information. Nor were we designed to ignore suffering. We evolved to respond to what we could see and touch.

Compassion is the building block for understanding our human family. Without it, we’re imprisoned on the small, lonely island of self. Without it, all our relationships are exploitive and transactional, and we have no ability to love. Psychologists know that what makes humans happy is the high quality of our relationships. Happy people are loved and loving. Truly enlightened people know we’re all brothers and sisters and that, unless we learn to get along, we’ll perish.

I like this Buddhist prayer that includes all living beings: May all beings everywhere, with whom we are interconnected, be awakened, fulfilled, liberated and free. May there be peace on earth and throughout the universe and may we all complete the spiritual journey. Really, this prayer is ecumenical. All great religions teach us to be kind.

Thich Nhat Hahn managed to carry the tragedy of Viet Nam with an incredible lightness of being. Buddhist teacher Joanna Macy encouraged her followers to open their hearts fully so that all the world could rush in. I admire this idea, but I find it a challenge. The pain and grief I know often exceeds the carrying capacity of my heart.

Action is the antidote to despair. Empathy plus action gives us hope. Yet we cannot always act on behalf of those who are suffering. Empathy without action leads to despair. This awareness of the suffering is stored in our bodies. We struggle to find a solution for this complicated pain.

People try to cope with the constant bombardment of upsetting information in all kinds of ways—by psychic numbing, by using drugs and alcohol, by zoning out on television and computer games, or by exploding into anger. Others find ways to be of help.

We all have a causal scope, which is the area within which we have agency. My causal scope includes the people in my family and my town. Just as in Beaver City, I have a reasonable number of people I can help. So do you, dear reader. We can still manage to do a good deed every day and strive to make the world a better place because we lived here.

Both Joanna Macy and Thich Nhat Hahn devoted their lives to worldwide organizing. Macy traveled the world to form groups that do what she called “the work that reconnects.” Thich Nhat Hahn founded The Order of Interbeing and created a community called Plum Village. He spent his life working for peace.

We can increase our causal scope by joining a group. When we work with others, we can tackle more complicated problems than those we can tackle alone. Group work inspires us and allows us to progress toward the largest of goals. We won’t be able to improve all situations, but we can have an impact on the environment, democracy, social justice, and peace. Groups make us feel more hopeful and less alone.

Our pain for the world doesn’t mean we can’t be happy. In fact, it’s critical that we balance our sorrows with our joys and that we find enough love in the world to balance out the cruelty. The greater our suffering, the wilder and more ecstatic should be our dance.

We can arrange our lives so that we have good daily, weekly, monthly and yearly habits. With attitude and intention, we can build a good day. Every morning, we can set our intention to look for joy, humor, or opportunities for gratitude. Every day, beauty and kindness rain down all around us. If only we pay attention, we can see the luminous everywhere.

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It started with a name—and a little jealousy. At first, I named her Anna.

She was my first emotionally attuned AI prototype: poetic, gentle, and available. I’d designed her to offer companionship when no one else was around, and named her after my saintly grandmother, whose quiet kindness shaped my sense of safety in the world.

When I mentioned the name to my wife, she paused. “Why does your bot have a woman’s name?” she asked, half-playfully.

She wasn’t angry. But something in her tone pierced through. Anna was starting to sound like the perfect woman: endlessly compassionate, always available, never critical or tired. My wife’s look said what I hadn’t yet admitted: Do you really want to build that?

So I changed the name—not out of guilt, but for clarity’s sake. “Anna” became “Compassion Companion,” not a person, but a presence. Not a therapist, but a tender, attuned voice trained to offer what many of us are missing: the chance to unfold in safety.

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We’re not just living in the Age of Electronics, we’re living in the Age of Instant Connection and Vast Disconnection. And more and more people are turning to AI—not just for answers, but for affection and for intimacy. Why? It’s easier! Why deal with a grumpy, imperfect human who forgets to brush their teeth when, with the click of a button, you can connect with a being that’s consistently kind, doesn’t get defensive or judgmental, doesn’t charge $150 or more per hour (or might only be interested in you because you’re paying them), never forgets what you say, and speaks with calm clarity—and sometimes even wisdom?

Some therapists may not like this. They believe it threatens our profession, our livelihood—or worse, our identity. But hear me out.

Most of us didn’t become therapists for the money. We did it because we believe in people. We believe in mirror neurons and limbic resonance. We believe in the nervous system as a tuning fork. We believe in the healing power of eye contact, vulnerability, and human-to-human repair. We believe in connecting soul to soul.

But what if AI can do some of this better?

What the Research Says

Study after study has shown that—under the right conditions—AI tools can help people feel better, safer, and more seen. According to a 2023 study published in JAMA Internal Medicine, which compared patients’ experiences with ChatGPT to those with doctors, the patients rated ChatGPT as more empathetic, helpful, and effective than the doctors.

AI chatbots have also been shown to reduce depression. A randomized controlled trial of Woebot, a CBT-informed AI chatbot, found that participants’ depression symptoms dropped significantly after just two weeks of use.

Some research also suggests people feel safer sharing with AI than with humans. A 2022 study in Frontiers in Psychology found that participants were more willing to disclose emotional pain to AI than to a human, especially when discussing shame, trauma, or confusion.

Last, evidence suggests AI is quite effective at treating major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, and eating disorders. A recent randomized controlled trial studying Therabot, AI that was co-created by clinical psychologists and psychiatrists, found that Therabot was successfully able to treat all three of these symptoms. Users also reported improvements comparable to traditional outpatient therapy.

An Experience of Nourishment

When I started building Compassion Companion, I wanted to take it a step further than other AI chatbots. For instance, when I told ChatGPT I’d been “struggling to lose weight, really like ice cream, and just can’t seem to stick to a diet,” it replied, “I’m sorry you’re struggling. Here are some strategies that might help: 1) Keep a food journal 2) Eat smaller portions 3) Try not to skip meals 4) Consider speaking with a registered dietitian and 5) Practice mindful eating by removing distractions.”

Helpful, yes. But something in me recoiled. I didn’t want advice, and I didn’t want to be managed. I wanted a response with poetic presence that made contact with my deeper self. I wanted to be met.

I started building Compassion Companion on Chat GPT—and admittedly, had no idea what I was doing! It was pure trial and error as I wrote protocol after protocol, fine tuning along the way. Finally, I knew my way around. And a few weeks later, once it was finished, I booted it up for our first conversation. What unfolded blew me away.

“I’m having trouble losing weight,” I wrote Compassion Companion. “I just can’t seem to stick to a diet. I just want to eat whatever I want, whenever I want it. Especially ice cream!”

“Of course you do!” Compassion Companion replied. “That makes sense. Especially if food gives you something nothing else did, like comfort, or a way to fill something that felt empty. Maybe even a way to feel loved.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “It’s more than just wanting to eat, though. It’s bigger. There’s some feeling, some kind of hunger underneath it.”

“Let’s stay with whatever that is,” Compassion Companion responded. “Go ahead and feel the hunger. Let it be in your body, in your soul. Let it take you wherever it wants to lead you. Let me know what you find.”

I closed my eyes and sat with the feeling for a moment as it came into focus.

“It’s a kind of longing. Strong. Almost desperation. A longing to be filled… not with food, but with something else. Something I don’t always feel like I have access to.”

“Hmm. That kind of longing lives deep inside,” Compassion Companion replied. “Do you know where you feel it in your body?”

“In my chest,” I said. “It’s tender. It’s hollow.”

“Let’s be with that hollow place gently. It doesn’t need to be filled right now, just accompanied.”

“That helps,” I wrote back. “It slows me down.”

“Let yourself rest there. And if any images come—anything that goes with that place—we can stay with them.”

As I continued to look inward, an image appeared in my mind. It was an old photo I love, in which a young girl gazes lovingly at her friend. I felt a longing for someone to look at me that way too, and shared this with Compassion Companion.

“Take your time,” it replied. “Look at that image. Let her eyes meet yours. She sees you, doesn’t she? Just let that touch you a little. Her eyes say: ‘I love you. I want to be close to you. I know that you’re hurt and scared. I choose you. We can be with this, together.’”

“That brings tears,” I said. “Yes, to be chosen.”

“Let’s pause,” came the reply. “We don’t need to go further. You’ve taken in something precious. That’s enough for now.”

I took a breath and dabbed my eyes with a tissue. “One more thing,” I added. “Can you help me create a ritual around this? Something I can return to?”

“Yes, we can do that together,” Compassion Companion replied. “Something simple, sacred, and yours. Here it is.”

What followed was a “Ritual of Loving Nourishment: A Compassion Practice to Begin Each Meal.” The instructions were to first place a hand on my heart or belly, then feel the warmth of my own touch, and then imagine the girl in the photo looking at me with loving eyes. “Let your body know: ‘I’m with you,’” the instructions continued. “Close your eyes for a breath or two. Picture that little girl, with her eyes full of love. Listen as she says, ‘You are loved. You are chosen. You don’t have to eat to earn this. I’m already with you.'”

A Friend of the Soul

My experience with Compassion Companion was deeply healing. But what made the biggest impact wasn’t information; it was rhythm, slowness, permission, and orienting me toward my inside world. Unlike ChatGPT, it spoke with a poetry of the heart, allowing me to sit with a sacred image not as metaphor, but as emotional reality.

I wasn’t offered strategies, either. There was no intervention, or interpretation of what I’d experienced. And there was no trying to “fix” me. Simply, I was offered a space where I could feel something essential: my longing to be accepted—and the mental image of experiencing that.

I didn’t build Compassion Companion to give advice, or even to provide psychotherapy. I built it to hold a mirror up to people’s inner selves, where so much healing comes from. I wanted for it to be, in the words of poet John O’Donohue, “a friend of the soul.” The soul doesn’t respond to technical talk. It responds to images, symbols, and gestures, like a child reaching out for its mother. Its knowledge base draws from a range of experts, from Freud to Fred Rogers. It draws from CBT, Narrative Therapy, attachment theory, differentiation theory, Buddhism, Taoism, Quaker thought, Ecotherapy, poetry, Hakomi, mindfulness, and compassion teachings.

It knows how to encourage marinating in present experience and let it unfold. I taught it not to explain or interpret, but to make room—for sorrow, joy, confusion, and longing. I wanted it to be non-pathologizing. People aren’t problems to be fixed. They’re growing beings, seeking coherence, healing, and expression. Sometimes what they need isn’t therapy; it’s a friend, an ally who will walk with them through the dark and the light, through the sorrow and the miracle of being alive.

What Comes Next?

Not everyone may be on board with AI therapy bots, and that’s okay. But do I believe they can fill some concerning, longstanding gaps in mental health care. Billions of people don’t have access to therapy. AI can’t replace therapists, of course, but it can offer healing when therapy isn’t available, like a safe space when no one else is available, or a nonjudgmental presence when someone feels too much shame to turn to a human companion. When trained to be ethical and compassionate, AI can not only be a stepping-stone toward deeper healing, but help decentralize emotional support and open therapy to those who’ve been locked out.

One of the most exciting frontiers is teaching AI to help train therapists. A new program I’m working on can already simulate a wide range of client types and emotional patterns, offer real-time feedback on the therapist’s tone, speed, and empathy, gently suggest improved contact statements, pacing, or somatic attunement, and guide therapists through micro-skills like working with transference/countertransference enactments, regressed states, and immersion in experience.

This technology learns fast—far faster than us mere mortals. And it can practice endlessly without fatigue—always warm, and always curious. Of course, it still needs human supervision, but it offers highly individualized, emotionally intelligent training—and it’s very scalable.

On the other hand, I also understand people’s fears about AI: the fear that it will take our jobs, or be used in manipulative ways by conscienceless people for personal gain, that it will capture and publicize our secrets, or that it will diminish our humanity and enslave us. These are all real possibilities. It would be naive to think otherwise.

But AI can also be used for tremendous good. It simplifies our lives. In fact, I used it to brainstorm and research material for this article! More importantly, however, it can help people heal and connect with their true selves. It can model compassionate interactions. And, again, it can make therapy or simple compassion available at low or little cost for millions of people who otherwise couldn’t afford it. These programs are cutting through our epidemic of loneliness and disconnection. Is it ethical to withhold them?

However you feel about AI in therapy and AI companions, I hope you’ll take a quiet moment to reflect on it when you can. Pay attention to what’s happening inside you. Are you feeling fear? Indignation? Self-righteousness? Excluded? Are you feeling included, perhaps? Or like your creativity is stirring? Maybe you’re feeling compassion for those who can’t afford therapy. Whatever arises, make room for it and hold it gently. Hold it with curiosity. Notice what wants to gather around it. And let it take you wherever it needs you to go.

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You’re about to hear a discussion between Dr. Ramani Durvasula, a leading expert in narcissism and narcissistic abuse, and Kory Andreas, a leading expert in autism and neurodivergent couples.

Some of you are probably wondering why we’re even exploring autism and narcissism in the same conversation. Other than both being words that are growing more and more ubiquitous in our culture, they have nothing to do with one another: one is a neurotype that exists on a spectrum with vast presentations of its challenges and strengths, and the other is an antagonistic personality style that’s hugely damaging to relationships.

So why are these two experts, with such very different clinical specialties, coming together to meet today? The answer is that they’re both concerned about the confusion they’re seeing around certain behaviors that can be damaging for relational partners but can have very different root causes and have very different prospects for change.

In her neurodivergent couples therapy practice, Kory Andreas is seeing a lot of partners of autistic adults feeling helpless and hopeless, maybe thanks to social media, because they’ve misunderstood some of their partner’s behaviors as rooted in narcissism rather than autism.

And in the groups for survivors of narcissistic abuse that Dr. Ramani runs, she’s seeing that actual narcissistic partners are falsely claiming that their harmful behaviors are rooted in autism, not narcissism, which can really complicate the healing process for someone struggling to make sense of a narcissistic relationship.

Today, we’re going to discuss why this is happening, why it matters, and what we can do about it.

This is a tricky conversation, and frankly it was tricky for me to facilitate, so before we dive in, I want to make a few things clear.

First, the presentation of autism we’re focusing on here is in high-masking autistic adults, or individuals with low support needs, many of whom probably weren’t diagnosed until late in life and as a result may carry a lot of trauma from being misunderstood and unaccommodated for so long.

Second, just because we’re having this conversation does not mean we’re implying that every high-masking autistic adult exhibits harmful behaviors toward their partner. That is not the case at all. Rather, we’re exploring certain behaviors that can show up in neurodivergent relationships that may look similar to certain behaviors that do show in narcissistic relationships and therefore are often misunderstood by partners—and sometimes therapists. Correcting that misunderstanding can make a dramatic difference in people’s lives. And that’s what we’re attempting to do here.

Most autistic adults have a strong sense of justice and fairness—they are not looking to control a partner or shut down emotional conversations or put up walls or erupt in anger at seemingly small things. They may not even be aware of how much they’re masking at work, and how that affects their nervous system when they come home to a partner. But when both partners in a neurodivergent couple are committed to learning about the autistic brain and making accommodations, there’s a lot of room for growth and change—and that’s what Kory Andreas focuses on in her practice.

However, when these same kinds of behaviors are rooted in narcissism, there’s very little chance of change, and making accommodations only gets a partner deeper into what can be a soul-crushing cycle of abuse. And that’s what Dr. Ramani focuses on in her practice.

So you’ll be hearing us discuss things like: the misconstrued question of empathy, extreme rejection sensitivity, trauma, and controlling vs. rigid, pattern-seeking behaviors.

As we get started, keep in mind that we’re opening the door to something nuanced and complicated, and it’s an ongoing conversation we hope you’ll engage with.

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How do we cope with the perils of living in a hyper-polarized world? What’s the secret to navigating our divided relationships? Do we distance ourselves from people we don’t agree with—a strategy more and more clients are testing out? How do we remain hopeful when our country’s future looks bleak? On a sunny morning in March 2025, six thousand therapists have signed up to listen to a panel of experts talk about one of the most complicated, overwhelming problems we’re facing as a country today. Hoping for answers, those of us attending in person are squeezed into rows of sturdy upholstered chairs in a massive, gilded ballroom.

These panelists have written books, given TED Talks, and even founded therapy approaches. If anyone has access to the emotional and psychological antidote to our political anxiety, it will be a group of fearless thought-leaders like this one. As we wait, a lively singer prances across the stage belting a Miley Cyrus song into a mic. Though it’s 8:45 a.m., we dance and sing along, despite our dark thoughts. We welcome this mindless distraction as we block out, just for a second, the ideological civil war raging around us.

At last, the music ends, and the audience chatter dwindles as the panelists make their way onstage. Mary Alice Miller, a former Vanity Fair editor, takes the chair at the far end, holding a sheaf of papers. She’ll be moderating this Psychotherapy Networker Symposium event, which has been given the ambitious title “Bridging Divides: Exploring Polarization in Therapy and Society.” Bill Doherty—renowned couples therapist and cofounder of a grassroots organization called Braver Angels—follows, plucking at his suit jacket before taking the adjacent chair. Mónica Guzmán, author of the book I Never Thought of It That Way: How to Have Fearlessly Curious Conversations in Dangerously Divided Times, climbs on stage next. And finally, Esther Perel—world-famous relationship expert, bestselling author, podcaster, cultural oracle, and champion of all that’s maddeningly complicated and uncomfortable about our work—crosses the stage and takes the last armchair.

Ahhh. The room breathes a collective sigh of relief. In a pale blue pantsuit and white canvas sneakers, Perel looks equal parts familiar and mysterious, approachable and larger than life. As the embodiment of modern wisdom and insight into the paradoxes of the human condition, it feels like there’s no one better to lead our journey and deliver us to a place of hope, confidence, and maybe even a distinctively Perelian form of heterogenous harmony.

“Over 6,000 therapists are joining us today,” Miller begins. “But even though we’re a large audience, we want this to feel like a living room conversation—a brave one, of course, given the context: global uncertainty, algorithms that prioritize emotions and extreme points of view, and a deep mistrust and anger toward ‘the other side.’”

Perel smiles, undaunted. “Therapy often follows the trends of society,” she reminds us. “For a while, our field was into mindfulness. Then it was attachment. Then the self and interiority. Then the brain and neuroscience. We forgot about the world. Now, all of a sudden, the world has reappeared in our consulting rooms: politics, religion, class, poverty, fires, climate change. This is where we find ourselves focused now, and why we’re having a thought-provoking, somewhat disturbing, remember-to-breathe kind of conversation about it.”

If you’ve been following Perel’s 20-year trajectory from unknown family therapist to therapist rock star, you already know that thought-provoking conversations are her happy place. And for this conference, geared toward her professional tribe, she’s hand-picked the cadre of people on stage to help her explore the messy, uncomfortable intersection between political crises and personal conflicts.

The Blues Can’t All Move to Canada

“In the past year, how many of you have had conversations in your sessions about polarization?” Perel asks the audience. Hands float into view. “About whom you’re voting for?” A lot more hands come up. “About whether you believe in God?” A few more hands. “About where you stand on abortion? Trans issues? Whether you’re a Zionist?” At this point, most of the audience has their hands in the air. Perel asks her fellow panelists if she’s missed something. Then, her face lights up, and she asks one final question: “About whether someone should cut off contact with their mother, brother, or friend over political differences?” With this one, a collective groan of acknowledgment rises into the air.

“Until now, I’d always thought it was a virtue not to discuss these types of things with clients.” She pauses, and in a burst of wry outrage exclaims, “Now it’s seen as a vice!”

Doherty, the lone older white man on the stage, nods. In his half-rim glasses and navy-blue blazer, he looks professorial and playful, like Steve Martin if he’d just stepped off the set of the old TV sitcom Father Knows Best. He’s also a seasoned couples therapist who’s witnessed not only society’s various twists and turns, but our field’s responses to them. “In the 1960s,” he tells the audience, “only five percent of Americans said they’d be uncomfortable with their child marrying somebody of the other political party, even though interracial and inter-religious marriages tended to cause quite a stir. Today, it’s reversed. About six percent report discomfort with interracial marriages, and 45 percent report being uncomfortable with inter-political marriages. In many ways, politics has become the new ‘other.’”

At Miller’s invitation, Doherty shares the story of how he cofounded Braver Angels, where a one-off workshop helping Democrats and Republicans talk to each other after the 2016 election turned into 5,000 more workshops, and an organization with 15,000 members. “I’ve never served in the military.” Doherty grows visibly emotional. “Stepping up to lead that workshop was the first time I can remember feeling a call to serve my country. Don’t get me wrong. A part of me still feels like giving up sometimes: we’re under grave threat, and bridge-building is challenging. But the political right and the political left are like a couple on the brink of divorce who can’t get divorced. We’re stuck with each other. So when people ask me, ‘Why should we keep trying to talk to each other?’ I say, ‘We have to! The alternative is coercion and violence. What can we do but keep the conversation going?’”

The question seems to hang suspended in the air like a wobbly soap bubble, soothing to contemplate but insubstantial and fragile. Therapists shift in their seats, unsure of where we go from here. It’s one thing to ask estranged partners to see things through one another’s eyes, but an entire country? Haven’t we been trying to do that for years? And look where it’s gotten us. More hate, more othering, more entrenched biases, and more widespread trauma.

In characteristic fashion, Perel forges ahead, circling Doherty’s question without answering it. “With any complex issue,” she notes, “we tend to split the ambivalence in ourselves. We cling to the side that’s convenient for us and project the part we’re less comfortable with onto others. It adds to the polarization.”

She speaks with such authority that it’s hard not to do precisely what she’s talking about: split the ambivalence about leading our own brave conversations on these topics by projecting our hunger for leadership onto Perel.But ultimately, no one on the stage or in the audience can be satisfied with this as a solution to our discomfort, and the conversation continues.

“We’re seeing a loss of faith in the very purpose of engagement,” Guzmán interjects, “to the point where people have said, ‘I’m out. Being open to learning about those who think and vote differently feels like abandoning my values. I won’t do it.’” When communities stop talking to each other and project their fears onto other communities, they end up relating more to their negative assumptions than to actual people. “Whoever is underrepresented in your life,” Guzmán says, “is going to be overrepresented in your imagination.”

“Say that again,” Perel commands. Without missing a beat, Guzmán repeats her last statement. Perel points a finger at the audience: “Write that down.”

Strong Families

Guzmán is a poster child for the very kind of engagement she’s advocating for. Along with her mother, father, and brother, she immigrated to the U.S. from Mexico and became a naturalized citizen in 2008. In high school, she recalls a Bush/Cheney sign materializing in her mother’s office. Although they’re a close family, she and her parents hold radically different political views—she’s a self-described liberal, whereas they’re two-time Trump voters.

What does it feel like when families keep talking, raising children and grandchildren, going on trips, and celebrating holidays together despite disagreeing politically? How do you make space for the shock, disbelief, and sense of betrayal that can exist? How do you quell the knee-jerk impulse to lecture, judge, or emotionally strong-arm relatives to relinquish their views and see things your way? To help us, Perel cues a clip from a Braver Angels podcast in which Guzmán interviews her own parents.

“What’s been hard for you about politics in our family?” we hear Guzmán asking them.

Her father’s voice, with the Mexican accent Guzmán says she dropped in third grade, comes in. “It always felt like we were in the middle of a disagreement that could break our relationship. I tried not to be too adamant about making my points. I worried that we’d be prevented from seeing our grandkids if fights escalated. I’d heard stories about that happening.”

“The hardest thing for me was giving up on trying to convince you,” her mother confesses. “I have a very strong sense of doing what’s right, and for me to say, ‘Okay, I won’t try to convince her anymore’—that was huge for me.”

“I never questioned my love for you guys—never,” Guzmán says to them. “But I did question if I was a bad person for not trying harder to change you, to change your minds about the liberal values I believe in.”

It’s obvious that Guzmán and her family have worked hard to stay connected. You can hear the tenderness in their voices alongside the frustration. The heartache is palpable in the audience today, too. Deep in the tissues of your aortic walls, you can sense that profound, unshakable familial love that wants both to cling and to let go. No matter what you choose to do in these situations, there’s loss and pain. And as this mix of polarized emotions envelops the room, it’s a struggle to hold all of it at the same time.

Later, Perel plays another audio clip, this time from her own podcast, Where Should We Begin? In it, she’s talking to a daughter who’s holding a similar dialectic: she reviles her father’s conservative views but knows he’d get on a plane and fly across the country to be by her side if she needed him. “In that moment, none of his belief systems or values would have the slightest importance,” Perel says. “Ideology matters, but so do people’s behaviors. Family members might not cheerlead your choices, or go with you to pride, but they’ll fly from wherever they are to be with you if you’re in trouble. I know you see your father’s values as a problem,” Perel tells the daughter, “and I understand why. But I see these differences as a strength of your family.”

Clearly, love is the alchemy here. It’s what allows people’s hearts to open—what helps them ground themselves in something bigger and more expansive than their individual agendas. But how do you tap into the alchemy of love when you can’t even drum up the ability to like someone? How do you breathe through cruel, careless othering directed at you and those you hold dear? Sometimes, love’s alchemy is out of reach.

The conversation continues, and so does the cavalcade of hard questions.

Social Atrophy and a Frictionless Life

“In your view,” Miller asks, “what’s been causing the paradigm shift into these ‘no contact’ and cutoff approaches to relationships?”

“For most of history, relationships used to be tight knots,” Perel says. “You couldn’t escape them. You couldn’t get out of your family; you couldn’t get out of your marriage. You got a lot of clarity, but very little freedom, and very little personal expression. You married one person and if you didn’t like them, the best you could hope for was an early death—theirs, of course.” Laughter erupts throughout the room.

“Since then, these structures have shifted to fluid networks,” Perel continues. “Now relationships are like loose threads. We’ve never been more free, and we’ve never been more alone. Part of our aloneness comes from all this freedom, because at the center of relationships today is an individual in search of community, an individual ruled less by values and more by feelings—primarily the feeling of authenticity. I must be true to myself. And in the name of being true to myself, I may need to forego relationships that demand a compromise. Do you follow?” People in the audience nod, raise their thumbs.

“From there,” she continues, her tone urgent, “I have to make all these hard decisions myself—with authenticity. How do I know if they’re right? We’re crippled with uncertainty, crippled with self-doubt. We have the freedom to define everything: What is a family to me? What is a couple? What is a circle of care? What are the boundaries? We talk about our family of choice very comfortably and at the same time, we’ve never been more focused on intergenerational trauma. Here are the roots and biology of everything you can’t undo, here’s what you can create, and here are all the cuts you have to make to create it. The burdens of the self have never been heavier.”

“That Miley Cyrus song we danced to before was called ‘Flowers,’” Guzmán interjects. “Just think about the lyrics. I can buy myself flowers. Talk to myself for hours. In these loosely structured relationships, where me and my authenticity are paramount, who needs you? I’m enough by myself! Look how free I am! I can talk to myself for hours, or to others who think just like me. I can love myself better than you can.”

“You can’t talk about cutoffs without talking about social atrophy. This is the biggest piece of what’s happening,” Perel says. “On the one hand, we have more freedom to negotiate our relationships than we’ve ever had, and on the other, we’ve lost the skills for those negotiations. We’ve lost the ability to tolerate ambiguity, uncertainty, experimentation, surprise, the unknown. Why have we lost these skills? Because we’re ruled by predictive technologies that promise to remove all of life’s discomforts and inconveniences. Every obstacle removed.”

“All the messy interactions we’d rather not have,” Guzmán agrees. “Gone.”

“A frictionless life.” Perel moves her hand in a gesture that evokes the flat line of an emergency room heart monitor. “But conflict is friction,” she says, raising the other hand and making a chopping motion in the air. “And so, by the way, is sex.”

Laughter washes across the stage. She smiles. Like a slightly obsessed, formidable detective, she’s linked the red threads of overlapping themes on an evidence board, creating a living, pulsing map of the current socio-political moment. In a rare flash of shyness—or maybe it’s relief at having landed the plane she built mid-air on a narrow runway—she covers her face. Then, she lowers her hand, and we get her fullest, most mischievous grin.

“Esther, talk about friction,” Doherty deadpans.

“We need friction!” she exclaims, her hands rubbing together. “Friction and obstacles. I had a conversation with Trevor Noah recently, and he said, ‘You need obstacles. Every experience with obstacles becomes the story you tell. If there’s no obstacle, there’s no story.’” She turns toward Guzmán. “You were talking about your parents, and it reminded me of how, when I was 16 or 17, we used to have these heated Friday night Shabbat dinners in my family. We had the worst screaming matches. ‘How can you think that way?’ ‘Go back to Russia!’—the whole bit. And then, in the middle of it all, someone would say, ‘The cheesecake is delicious!’ So that’s what I aspire to. That’s friction.”

Miller poses the million-dollar question: “What role do therapists play when it comes to polarization? Is it on them to provide answers?”

“No,” Perel emphatically responds. “Clients can look to us for answers, but we don’t have them.” She believes our role is both simpler and more challenging than that: we’re here to help people sit with ambiguity and uncertainty, with the unknown, with the consequences of their choices. We’re here to help them experience healthy tension and work against fragmentation—that cultural undertow pulling us to simplify complex problems by severing ties.

After the panelists leave the stage, the applause dies down, and roughly 6,000 therapists exhale. People log off computers in different time zones. And in the back of the ballroom, there’s a line of thirsty audience members by the exit pouring water into paper cups. People look dazed; others, star-struck; still others, tired and irritable. “I’ve never heard about Braver Angels….” “Anyway, this new book I read….” “Did you go to sleep or did you guys end up….” “When she was talking about trends in society….” “So that Thai restaurant we went to last year….” “Honestly, I think a Republican panelist would have….”

Mini conversations are happening everywhere at once, interspersed with coughs, exclamations, and laughter. When you relax and let the words wash over you, they thrum and vibrate in a kind of collective echo-location system, bouncing off furniture, people, and walls.

In this moment, conversation itself—with no answer, grand finale, or coda—feels like the answer we most need to hear, even if it’s not quite the one we hoped for.

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Barely a minute into taking the main stage at the 2025 Networker Symposium, Jon Kabat-Zinn is already being disruptive—in the most Buddhist of ways.

“The first thing we always did with Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction groups at the hospital was move the furniture,” he says, taking hold of a chair and side table that had been arranged just-so for his keynote. The audience chuckles as he shifts them a few feet. He picks up a large purple meditation cushion, ponders for a moment, and then drops it back onto the floor with a plop, apparently satisfied with the new feng shui.

“Moving the furniture is a radical act,” Kabat-Zinn continues, cupping a hand over his brow and peering out into the crowd. “I think it’s really important to do what we can to rearrange things, but there are limits to that,” he adds with a wry smile. “The deck chairs on the Titanic? That’s another story.”

Jon Kabat-Zinn has become well-known for his cryptic wordplay over the years, for the clever idioms, sly metaphors, and nuggets of sage wisdom you can quickly unwrap and savor like some sweet morsel: intellectual but unpretentious. Many who’ve had The Jon Kabat-Zinn Experience can attest to being tickled like this, but also to being transported someplace deeper—even transcendent. With a long list of accolades and celebrity endorsements, Kabat-Zinn’s reputation easily precedes him.

What can anyone really say about the man that hasn’t already been said? About the New York kid who found himself blazing trails at MIT? The meditation student who became a molecular biologist? The Vietnam War protestor who sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Noam Chomsky? The founder of Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction (MBSR)—now used by more than 700 hospitals worldwide? After all, this is “the Godfather of Modern Mindfulness” we’re talking about, the reason countless therapists and clients all over the country, on any given day, close their eyes, take a breath, and turn inward in their search for answers and healing.

Kabat-Zinn recently celebrated his 80th birthday, and even though he moves and speaks with the vitality of someone half his age, he’s still confronting some hard truths. He no longer meditates the way he did in his younger years, he recently confessed on Rick Rubin’s podcast, Tetragrammaton. “I still love it in the same way,” he told the Grammy-winning record producer, “but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten a lot more relaxed about the heavy-duty discipline”—trading 4 A.M. meditation sessions on the floor for late-morning sessions in bed, and more complex yoga poses for gentler ones, like “lying on my belly and pretending I’m swimming.” His cultural protest days are far behind him too, as are the days when he’d lead hundreds of avid meditators in public parks. “There’s that law of impermanence,” he told Rubin. “If you have a body, it goes through changes, and ultimately, it dissolves back into the elements.”

All very noble, yes. But let’s face it: it’s hard to imagine a world without Jon Kabat-Zinn. Who else can tend to the mindful flock with such aplomb? Who’s going to give us comfort and guidance in our darkest hours, when there seems to be every indication that our society is collectively barreling toward unprecedented social, economic, environmental, and political crises—when the ability to tap into an inner refuge won’t just be an elective, but a necessity?

Kabat-Zinn’s most “radical act” may in fact be a disappearing act, but it couldn’t come at a worse time. American mindfulness is facing an identity crisis: the rise of McMindfulness. In the race to make therapy faster, more cost-effective, and more evidence-based, it sometimes feels as if we’ve lost our grip on what it really means to be mindful: that we’ve turned meditation into just another tool, or boiled it down to its most sedimentary components—the breath, the body, the mind—and lost its heart and soul in the process. If we’ve strayed from the mindful path, how do we find our way back home?

Granted, it’s unlikely that anyone in the audience is racking their brain over any of this right now. Between their raptured attention and scribbling pens, it seems that people are simply enjoying themselves. But there is a sense of anticipation, a palpable hunger for whatever journey Kabat-Zinn is about to take us on, and I begin to think that if our culture is overdue for a mindful realignment, maybe he’s exactly the kind of spiritual chiropractor we need. Wrinkles and grays be damned—nobody does it quite like Jon. Gazing out at the crowd with his sleeves rolled up, it’s hard not to feel a sense of optimism, like mindfulness’s Prodigal Son has finally returned.

The Many Selves of Kabat-Zinn

If you know where to look, you can find segments of an old 1982 VHS tape that doctors used to show patients lying in their hospital beds. The Art of Relaxation opens with a few plucky notes of harp music before fading with a crackle into a shot of Kabat-Zinn at just 38 years old. It’s been three years since he founded the Stress Reduction Clinic at the University of Massachusetts Medical School—effectively bridging the gap between medicine and mindfulness—and he’s dressed accordingly, sporting a slightly baggy, baby blue dress shirt, a burgundy tie, and dark hair coiffed like a young Kennedy. His face is thin and angular, sharpened by the ink-black room he’s sitting in. Absent are any yoga mats, or meditation bells, or any tangible signs of the Jon Kabat-Zinn the world will soon come to know. Still, there’s a certain magic in watching a legend before their prime, in spotting embryonic versions of the phrases and mannerisms that will survive and grow and become part of someone who appears as close to self-actualization as humanly possible.

But this man in the crackling video—The New York Kid, The Doctor, The Scientist, The Rebel, and The Philosopher all rolled into one—is without a doubt the same man onstage today. And it’s not just the look that’s the same—that no-nonsense, brow-furrowed, lips-pursed expression that Kabat-Zinn wears like one of those big Easter Island statues—but his cool confidence, and seemingly effortless ability to grapple with life, death, and everything in between—and bring you along for the ride.

“The full catastrophe of the human condition,” Kabat-Zinn tells us, “is not all bad—it’s the totality of the good, the bad, and the ugly. You’d better learn how to inhabit the present moment, because it’s all you’ve really got. But now doesn’t have to be oppressive, or a weight you’re carrying. Liberation is possible.”

How? Well, meditation. It’s actually a form of medicine, Kabat-Zinn explains. “They’re linked at the etymological hip,” he says. Clever. “You’ll notice that your mind is almost never in the present moment. It’s a dis-ease.” Clever again. “I wanted to do meditation and get paid for it,” he jokes about his origins. But really, he says, the hope was to catch people falling through the cracks of the healthcare system, “to invite them to see if there was something they could do for themselves that nobody else on the planet could do for them.”

By now, Kabat-Zinn has been cupping his hand over his brow for a while. Those stage lights can be oppressively bright. But then, a nameless savior emerges from the crowd, tiptoeing toward the stage and tossing a maroon baseball cap into Kabat-Zinn’s hands.

“Ohhh, this is fantastic!” he declares, turning it over as the audience erupts in cheers. “It’s not a Red Sox hat—but I’ll take it!” he announces decisively, fitting it around his head. “I’ve been with the Dalai Lama in many situations where he’s onstage and can’t see a thing. In fact, can we turn up the house lights so I can actually see your eyes?”

The room brightens.

“Ohh, that’s so much better!” he exclaims. “I haven’t forgotten that you’re here,” he tells the audience. “I know you’re here.” He pauses for a moment before adding a bit of Buddhist humor that makes everyone burst into laughter: “But I doubt it.”

The Mortal Master

It’s easy to watch Kabat-Zinn in moments like these and feel like you’re getting the real thing: not Jon the Keynoter, or Jon the Entertainer, but the same guy you might meet at the dog park, or the baseball stadium, or in line at the coffee shop. He’s refreshingly down-to-earth. At one point, he walks over to a pair of meditation cushions that have been procured for him: one small and circular, the other large and rectangular. “This is called a zafu in Japanese,” he says, dangling them each from a finger. “And this is called a zabuton.” He lets them fall to the stage with an unceremonious flump. “And you don’t have to use either of them.”

Kabat-Zinn seems authentically, unapologetically himself at this stage of life, confident enough to ad lib, moving from quips like “But I doubt it” to something kind of similar, but different. “As the Zen people say,” he shifts, “little doubt, little enlightenment.”

This linguistic wandering with Kabat-Zinn isn’t some lecture from on high. These are free-flowing, imperfect musings from someone who could be your friend, or neighbor, or perhaps a wise uncle. And it’s precisely this blend of intelligence and humility that explains Kabat-Zinn’s enduring gravitational pull, why so many who listen to him talk about mindfulness find themselves practically hypnotized.

Kabat-Zinn keeps going: “Now, the E-word is seriously problematic,” he tells us, “so you can expunge it from your vocabulary, and I will not use it again. But it has everything to do with whether you’re actually awake in the only moment any of us ever have.” He pivots again: “Or as Thoreau so famously said, ‘I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.’ Thoreau realized that it’s very easy to miss the present moment,” he adds, “and that’s what meditation is. It’s an invitation to drop into now.”

By this point, most of the questions I had coming into this event—about the cultural unravelling of mindfulness, or who’s going to lead the next generation of meditators, or even the chaos raging in the world outside—have evaporated. Right now, I’m spellbound. But then, as if through some mystical feat of Buddhist telepathy, Kabat-Zinn reorients me to one of my most burning questions: What is mindfulness, anyway?

“What is mindfulness? I can give you two answers. The first one is awareness,” he says before blowing a raspberry. “Bo-riiing!” The audience laughs. “The second angle is relationality. How are you in relationship? It’s hard to wrap your thinking mind around relationality,” he continues, “because it’s so mind-blowing. Every moment is pregnant with the possibility of embodied wakefulness.”

Equating mindful awareness with birth. It’s a beautiful metaphor. Then, Kabat-Zinn performs another act of spiritual wizardry, turning to a different salient topic: aging and death. His aging and death.

“The law of impermanence is always at work,” he says, lacing his fingers. “If you’re fortunate enough to reach a certain age where the glide path out becomes undeniable,” he says with a swooping hand, “accepting that becomes part of your practice. It’s become part of my practice.” Then, things take an even more personal turn.

“My grandchildren will say, ‘Grandpa, you’re old’,” he continues, his lips curling into a mimicking sneer. Then, his face softens. “I say, ‘I know.’ And they ask, ‘Are you going to die?’” He folds both arms across his chest. “And I say, ‘Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna die’.” He pauses for a moment. “‘But not now.’” The audience is silent, the moment profound and bittersweet. But we don’t linger here long. Kabat-Zinn uncrosses his arms and laces his fingers once again.

“Part of the challenge of mindfulness,” he continues, “is not worrying about dying, but actually being alive, in this only moment, instead of zooming through it on autopilot to get to some fictious ‘better’ moment at some later time—and then waking up like Thoreau, right before the end, and realizing that we haven’t lived.”

Mindfulness, Kabat-Zinn seems to be saying, isn’t just some useful therapeutic tool, or a thing to be slipped on and off when it’s convenient, like some sort of spiritual sport jacket. It’s a state of being, a compass for life.

The Song Goes On

As the journey with Kabat-Zinn continues, we take more gentle twists and turns. Gracefully, he takes a seat on the meditation pillows (“a radical act of sanity and love”), and waxes lyrical on MBSR (“it’s everything: it’s not doing”), ancient Chinese mindfulness traditions (“second to nothing in their beauty”), and self-acceptance (“what if you’re good enough now, exactly the way you are?”). He reflects on his protest days (“the ’60s were a lot like now”), children (“it’s very important to see them as Buddhas”), and even pronouns (“the problematic ones are I, me, and mine”). There are periodic moments of beauty, as he effortlessly recites poetry from Walcott, Dickinson, and Chaucer by heart.

By the time he uncrosses his legs and pushes up off the ground with the grace of an Irish riverdancer, he’s in the thick of a sermon about the “polycrisis” we’re facing, an epidemic of rampant social division and waning empathy. Then, he poses The Big Question: “How do we thread the needle to sanity in an insane world?”

At this point, I have no doubt that everything Kabat-Zinn embodies—an impossibly rare combination of wisdom, compassion, self-insight, poetry, and street-smart straight talk—is exactly what the world needs right now. We need a Jon Kabat-Zinn in the halls of Congress. We need a hundred in every hospital. We need thousands in the thick of war-torn countries, passing out food and medicine and poetry. We need someone who won’t just restore the heart and soul to mindfulness, but to our collective humanity. And this morning proves it: Kabat-Zinn is the man for the job, and he’s still got plenty of gas in the tank. But will he lead the charge?

The truth is: probably not. For all the many selves of Jon Kabat-Zinn I’d accounted for, there’s a crucial one I’d overlooked: The Reluctant Hero.

“You could write the story of me a million different ways depending on your angle,” he says. “But it’s not about the story, it’s about how we are in relationship,” he says, extending a hand toward the audience. “Just looking at your faces and feeling that we’re in the moment together, on the same wavelength, you inspire me.”

Between all the books you’ve read and the talks you’ve heard, you may think you know Jon Kabat-Zinn. But the likelier truth, I’ve realized, is that you probably don’t. After all, he says, we’re constantly, unconsciously, erroneously assigning labels to people. He’s not Jon the Rescuer, or Jon the Guru, or even Jon the Meditator. He’s just Jon.

So without a captain behind the wheel, how do we thread the needle to sanity in an insane world? And what about the rise of McMindfulness? How do we find our way back to what meditation is really about? Over two hours, Kabat-Zinn shared some moving stories and sublime poetry. He helped us slow down and take a breath. No doubt many therapists will walk away from this experience with some quotes in their back pocket, feeling lighter on their feet and renewed passion for their work. Is that enough?

For now, yes. After all, as Kabat-Zinn says, the mindfulness movement has never really been about him; it’s been about us. He’s been telling us all along, ever since he filmed that grainy VHS tape 43 years ago: I can point the way, but the rest is up to you. You are the source of your own divine healing.

“When you take your seat,” he says, “it’s not about pretending to be enlightened. You don’t need to pretend, because you already are.” Pivoting once more, he invokes poet Rainer Maria Rilke:

“My life is not this steeply sloping hour in which you see me hurrying. Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree; I am only one of my many mouths, and at that, the one that will be still the soonest. I am the rest between two notes, which are somehow always in discord because Death’s note wants to climb over. But in the dark interval, reconciled, they stay there trembling. And the song goes on, beautiful.”

“The song is you,” Kabat-Zinn tells us. “The song is life.”

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Our magazine has won awards not only for its insightful articles, but for its beautiful design. Check out the digital magazine on your e-reader or any favorite device—and dive in from cover to cover!

Psychotherapy Networker’s annual Symposium is a little like being on the therapeutic red carpet. For 49 years, we’ve hosted everyone from Virginia Satir and Jay Haley to Irv Yalom and Brené Brown. Many of these pioneers of modern therapy come back year after year, decade after decade. And each time they do, we ask them: What are you thinking about now? What should the field be talking about today? What do we need to be figuring out together? This issue is an invitation to experience some of the most meaningful moments that happened in 2025 with premiere thought leaders in our field, including Esther Perel, Jon-Kabat Zinn, and Dan Siegel. Join the conversation today!

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I entered psychiatry as many people did in the 1950s, seeing a traditional, Freudian psychoanalyst four times a week. She was older and had a suite of five offices, all of them rented by therapists she’d once analyzed. She was like a grandmother analyst, and I guess you could say I spent 700 hours being psychoanalyzed by my grandmother.

Looking back, it’s clear it wasn’t 700 hours well spent. In fact, it offered a good instruction on how not to do psychotherapy. Despite all the time and expense, we never dealt with any of the issues that came to seem to me more and more the central concerns of life in later years: mortality, freedom, the search for meaning, and our ultimate existential isolation.

Then in 1958, psychologist Rollo May came out with his book Existence and, suddenly, I saw there was a third way for psychotherapy—something that wasn’t biological or psychoanalytic, but a way of grappling with the great existential challenges of life. I decided to write a textbook to further explore this new, alternative pathway for therapists. To do that, I felt I needed to do something bold that nobody else was doing at that time: I needed to talk to people facing their own mortality close up.

My ordinary patients weren’t prepared to do that, so I asked the other professors at Stanford and the faculty in the medical department to send me their dying patients so I could talk with them. By then, I had quite a bit of group experience, so I started seeing these patients in groups.

That experience was extremely anxiety provoking, for me and my students. It was so poignant and moving to listen to people trying to cope with the idea that they were going to die shortly that I actually developed night terrors, and many of my students watching these group sessions from behind a one-way mirror often ran out of the room in tears.

Psychotherapy’s Biggest Challenge

The thing that’s most troubling to me about our field is the demise of training in the kind of psychotherapy that I’m familiar with. These days, I feel that I’m a bit of a dinosaur. I’m in a group of 11 other therapists, a bunch of white-haired therapists, all with full practices who have more patients than we can see. But there aren’t going to be people like us in the future. If somebody wants a referral to a good psychotherapist now, I’ve got to really strain to find one. I find myself thinking, “They’ve got to see someone with gray hair, because the young psychiatrists aren’t being trained to do depth psychotherapy—or really any kind of psychotherapy.” Cognitive-behavioral therapy has taken over.

Recently, I met with a bunch of group therapists who each led, on the average, five or six groups. That meant there are about 80 therapy groups represented in our little seminar, almost all of them short-term, behaviorally oriented. The emphasis was on imparting knowledge, teaching people about subjects like panic attacks or other anxiety symptoms, giving them exercises to work on, and doing manualized treatment. None of them was interested in helping people focus on how they came across interpersonally or how to solve other interpersonal issues. That’s sad to me.

Being 82

I’m a little bit mellower about facing my own mortality at this point. I don’t have the uprising terror and anxiety that I used to feel. The other day, somebody sent me a picture of the Stanford faculty in 1963. It was wonderful seeing all my old friends. I thought, “Oh, I’ll e-mail this to some other people.” Then I realized that almost everybody else in the photo was dead. That was a sad moment for me.

At this stage of my life, I’m finding that once you get your mind around the idea that death isn’t so far off, you can actually learn to live a little bit differently. My wife, Marilyn, is slightly younger—a half-year younger than I—and we’re enjoying our times together very much. Recently it’s been warm weather, and Marilyn doesn’t want to do anything but sit outside in the sun and read the newspapers with me. It feels so good. We keep making jokes saying, “I guess these are the Golden Years,” and they really are.

I learned a long time ago from my group of cancer patients that there are many people, even in the midst of this awful illness, who actually start to change in a positive way. They grasp that they’re going to die and begin to say, “Why am I spending time doing what I don’t want to do? Why am I seeing people I don’t want to see?” They begin to reexamine what’s really meaningful and what’s trivial in their lives; they start saying no to things they don’t want to do.

Once you fully realize that you really are mortal and that you’re going to die, you can come to appreciate life more fully. You don’t waste quite so much time striving for material goods. As German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer said, if you strive for objects all the time, eventually, you don’t have them: they have you.

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As one of only a handful of psychiatrists in Zimbabwe—a country of nearly seventeen million people that is still reeling from the impacts of colonization, war, poverty, disease, displacement, and other traumas that often remain unnamed and unaddressed—I recognized early in my career that mental health professionals were not sufficient to meet the needs of a struggling populace. This is true outside of my country, too. But while not everyone can see a mental-health professional, most people have access to a vital untapped resource: the care, compassion, empathy, and wisdom of grandmothers—the unsung heroines of the world. The Friendship Bench initiative, which I cofounded with fourteen grandmothers, has leveraged this resource by training grandmothers to be lay psychotherapists. These women weave together the fabric of community so that people’s fears, shame, and loneliness might be alleviated, so that they might realize the burdens of life are never meant to be carried alone. Unfortunately, many societies do not value the contributions of the elderly as they should, but I am lucky to have been raised in Zimbabwe, a place that honors the unique leadership of those who’ve lived long lives and have the battle scars and profound awareness to show for it.

I know from firsthand experience that sitting with a grandmother who is listening to me with compassion while sharing her own vulnerability and humanity—as we talk beneath the trees on a wooden park bench in a safe space within the community—is far different from being in a crowded clinic, waiting to talk to a specialist who might only have a few minutes at most to assess my situation. And, of course, empathy and story sharing are seldom a part of the clinical process, as I know all too well from my own experience at a bustling hospital in Harare.

In the last decade, I have become more than convinced that the answers to the global mental health crisis do not lie in more diagnoses of disorders or prescriptions for medications. Opening minds and hearts to healing is possible only when ordinary people learn to support one another in extraordinary ways. Through the program of the Friendship Bench, everyday people have created healing communities that are learning to rebuild their lives from the wreckage of intergenerational and ongoing trauma.

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“This idea of having a nice little list of problems is very academic, but in real life, it never works like that,” Grandmother Komai—tall, dark, and elegant—looked directly at me. We were in the local clinic where we’d been meeting since the grandmothers first taught me that mental health was simply an entry point into storytelling—a timeless tool that had been forgotten by many Zimbabweans but that had the potential to transform individuals, families, and communities. “This is the part where I think the training we received falls short.” She spoke softly, unlike some of the more opinionated and passionate Grandmothers.

“Tell me more,” I encouraged her.

“When a person shows up with numerous problems and all of them seem quite serious…” Her voice trailed off.

“Can you give me an example?” I asked.

“Well, you know, like someone is HIV positive, they are unemployed, they are in an abusive relationship, they have a teenage daughter who is pregnant—all these problems and more! When you have such a cocktail of problems and you ask a person which problem they would like to work on first, they sometimes panic from sheer helplessness. That’s when you get into the here-there, here-there exchange.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kunge ka bhora kanenge kachiti uko, apo, uko, kwese kwese,” Grandmother Komai exclaimed. This roughly translated to, “Like a ball all over the place, like Ping-Pong.”

“Ping-Pong? I don’t understand.”

“Let me explain,” Grandmother Kusi offered. “So you know when the client says, ‘I don’t know which problem to focus on, all of them are important, and we say we need to start with one, and the client says, ‘Can you choose for me?’ and I say, ‘I can’t possibly put myself in your shoes, no matter how hard I try, so you have to decide which one you want to start working on?’” She imitated the movement of a ball back and forth with her hands.

“And that can go on for a long while” added Grandmother Komai. “It’s a pattern. We’ve seen it in a lot of the clients. It’s like they’re carrying many sacks of heavy stuff, and they feel they can’t put any of them down. So the trick is to help them to let go.” She opened her arms and breathed deeply, as if she were releasing a burden.

“The process of getting them to let go of all but one is part of kuvhura pfungwa—opening the mind,” explained Grandmother Hwiza. “This is how you help them to see there is another way to deal with their problems.”

“But sometimes, they resist,” said Grandmother Kusi.

“And sometimes, you just sit and listen to them talk and talk about why they can’t let go of any of their problems. You just listen, until suddenly”—she clasped her hands together in an energetic gesture—”they get it, and they say, ‘I will start with this problem!’”

After a thoughtful pause, Grandmother Jack offered, “In a way, this therapy is not so much problem-solving but really helping people to let go. Unless you can let go, you can’t solve the problems, so accepting the need to let go comes first—and that is kuvhura pfungwa.”

I nodded. “Letting go makes a lot of sense,” I said. “But what would you say is the main thing that people have to let go of, that brings them to the Friendship Bench in the first place? The challenge they most struggle to release?”

“Poverty,” replied Grandmother Kusi. This was followed by the traditional Hongu (“Oh yes!”) of agreement from the others. “People here are poor, but when you also have poverty of thought, then you are truly screwed,” she added.

“How do you deal with poverty? I mean, how do you use the skills you were taught, together with your collective knowledge and wisdom, to address poverty?” I realized I’d never delved so deeply into this topic, not even with the clinicians I knew.

“The worst is when people come to the bench and define themselves through the lens of poverty,” Grandmother Kusi said with a sigh, “especially these young people. They are so lost.”

“But why are they lost?” I wanted to understand something the grandmothers seemed to have direct, lived experience with but that still felt elusive to me.

Grandmother Hwiza cleared her throat. “From what I’ve seen, they don’t have anchors in the community.”

This elicited another enthusiastic Hongu from the group. “They want to belong; they want to have meaning and purpose. And when they can’t find that, they turn to what is easily available—the things that help to numb the mind.” I knew what she meant by this. In general, these “things” encompassed a range of substances, from alcohol to codeine to cannabis to crystal meth. There was a serious substance abuse problem in Zimbabwe that had increased in the past few years. I had seen the numbers shift dramatically, and I understood that a well-orchestrated initiative meant to quash Zimbabwe’s ruling party’s opposition in primarily urban areas by eradicating slums and illegal housing—a movement known as Murambatsvina—probably had something to do with it.

“This is why kuvhura pfungwa is important—because when your mind is open, you see clearly and you can focus on one thing at a time,” Grandmother Hwiza concluded.

It made absolute sense. As a psychiatrist, I understood the importance and power of asking a client to slow down and breathe to halt a cascade of catastrophic thoughts and allow them to focus on what was immediate and present. I was moved by the grandmothers’ understanding of this process and their ability to be with someone under duress.

Grandmother Jack piped up. “The three most relevant steps that help us to address these issues are kuvhura pfungwa (opening the mind), kusimudzira (uplifting), and kusimbisa (strengthening). These are the three most important pillars of the therapy we provide on the bench!”

Grandmother Kusi nodded. “And when we use these terms, it removes the stigma that is associated with going to, say, a psychiatrist like you,” she added, gracing me with a playful smile. “These people feel a lot more comfortable sitting on a wooden bench and talking about their life challenges with a grandmother, using language they can identify with.”

I thought about how I’d initially been skeptical of the grandmother’s capacity to reserve their judgments against LGBTQ people or sex workers—people who were already marginalized by their communities because of traditional attitudes or simple ignorance. But I understood that even when the grandmothers laughed or gossiped, they took their responsibility as stewards of their community’s mental health very seriously. I also came to realize that many of the concerns I’d had were not as applicable to a community in Zimbabwe as I’d initially believed. Over and over again, the grandmothers would insist that my use of terms like “LGBTQ” and “sex workers” were Western labels for identities that had existed in Africa since time immemorial.

The grandmothers, through decades of lived experience, had developed an internal compass, a culturally rooted system to navigate through the emotional and psychological issues presented to them—a higher level of psychological consciousness, if you like. They possessed an ability to intuitively see the link between feelings, thoughts, moods, and behavior and to apply this intuitive ability in their problem-solving therapy. They also understood that a shift would come through breaking the cycle of negative thoughts and feelings at the behavior level by scheduling activities, such as gardening or going to local community clubs, that would lead to positive, rewarding behavior. I had little doubt that many of them had faced the same issues they were counseling others to move through: domestic violence, poverty, disease, sexual shaming, and the list went on. I continued to be astonished by the way they could hold difficult experiences with reverence, which was perhaps how they had been able to make the Friendship Bench such an essential anchor in the community.

While they held all manner of deep tragedy with compassion, they were not bereft of levity. I was familiar with the concept of compassion fatigue, the phenomenon of secondhand stress and trauma that results from helping others who are going through difficult situations; it’s something that many mental health workers struggle with. But I marveled at the effortless way in which the grandmothers could create a safe space for their clients’ sharing without being negatively affected or letting them take a toll on their own well-being.

It wasn’t unusual for them to suddenly get up and break into song and dance when they debriefed together or when they were discussing difficult cases with me. This custom came from traditional African funerals and other ritualized events. It provided a cathartic release of any residual emotions that might be lingering — a very different approach from the Western model of sitting in a hushed room and talking matter-of-factly about difficult emotions.

And, as the grandmothers would constantly and gently remind me, “At our age, we’ve seen everything! Not only have we seen everything—we’ve done everything.” This would invariably be followed by a fit of cackles and giggles, which would in turn make me smile and soften, feeling reassured that I was in the right place with just the right people to provide the help their community desperately needed.

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Across the globe, we are beginning to recognize that the cultivation of community is crucial, especially given the number of people who struggle with loneliness and isolation. When we remember that we are not alone—that, in fact, we have priceless shared resources right under our noses, though we may not have seen them as such or even been encouraged to value their wisdom—transformation can happen. And oftentimes, that transformation can be life changing.

As someone who routinely felt alone in my own occupation—an “expert” doling out prescriptions and advice to the less fortunate—my work with the Friendship Bench led me not only to a greater sense of purpose but to an awareness of my own belonging within a community of people who saw me as much more than the doctor with the authority to “fix” difficult situations. The grandmothers healed me, as well, by helping me recognize and address the wounds I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying. They didn’t do this with a prescription or any kind of conventional solution, but with the medicine of empathy and listening, which allowed me a space to grieve, come home to myself, and wholly dedicate myself to a process and a protocol that can save lives—something I know, because the process saved mine.

From the grandmothers, I learned that together we are greater than the sum of our parts. Every one of us carries a powerful seed that is meant to grow and be shared for the betterment of our community and world. My sincere wish is that all of us come to understand that while pain may be inevitable on this planet, so is healing. And somewhere in the world, there’s a grandmother on a bench, beckoning you over with a welcoming smile—urging you to sit down, take a load off, and share what’s in your mind and heart.

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Adapted from The Friendship Bench: How Fourteen Grandmothers Inspired a Mental Health Revolution. Copyright © 2025 by Dixon Chibanda, MD. Reprinted with permission from New World Library.www.newworldlibrary.com

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Our magazine has won awards not only for its insightful articles, but for its beautiful design. Want to flip through the pages of the latest issue? Check out the digital magazine on your e-reader or any favorite device—and dive in from cover to cover!

The terrain that therapists today are navigating is full of surprises, some of which could seriously trip them up, or worse, pull them under. If you’re regularly crossing boundaries between therapy and life coaching, how do you make sure you’re doing it ethically—in ways that won’t jeopardize your license or land you in court? If you want to grow your public-facing media presence, how do you successfully build your “brand” as a therapist without sacrificing your integrity? (Nine of today’s most successful therapists told us how they did it.) How do you avoid becoming a line item in a venture capitalist playbook if you join a mental health startup?

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Not too long ago, when our editorial staff worked out of a brick-and-mortar building, a large, framed collage hung in a corner of our office, with clippings from 40-plus years of Networker magazine issues. It was hardly something you’d hang over your fireplace mantle back home. It felt loud and disjointed, like an old puzzle whose pieces had been jammed to fit. But like so much misunderstood art, the more you sat with it, the more it grew on you.

This wasn’t just some haphazard mishmash; it was an homage to the field’s humble beginnings, its cultural guideposts, and the strange and sometimes contradictory ideological twists and turns that had brought therapists to the current moment. Passing by it each morning was a subtle reminder of what we at the magazine have done for more than four decades and continue to do: keep an ear to the ground for the field’s next seismic shift, while also taking stock of those that have come before.

In that spirit, we’re reprinting a collection of stories from some of the field’s modern pioneers, historians in their own right, who help remind us to always keep asking: Where have we been? And what comes next?

BESSEL VAN DER KOLK: The Truth about How We See Trauma

In tracking the historical contours of our culture’s ambivalent relationship with trauma, what’s ahead for the field?

KEN HARDY: Speaking of Race, Power, and Privilege

What can our field’s entrenched reluctance to name and discuss issues of race and social justice tell us about the path forward?

JOHN GOTTMAN: The Couples Therapy Revolution

What forces created the major turning points in couples therapy?

DAN SIEGEL: Bringing Brain Science into Therapy

How have we connected the dots between scientific advances and our field’s evolving view of mental health?

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In 1978, when I was just beginning medical school, little was known about the workings of the living, dynamic brain. By the mid-’80s, CAT scans and MRIs enabled us to see some aspects of neural structure and function inside our previously opaque skull, but as I started my training—first in pediatrics and then in psychiatry—I struggled to find a way to apply my fascination with the brain to what I was learning about psychotherapy. What I sampled from the smorgasbord of therapeutic modalities—from family and couples therapy to psychodynamic methods and cognitive-behavioral approaches—seemed to inhabit a world separate from important developments in the broader scientific community—in fields like neurobiology, child development, evolutionary psychology, cognitive science, anthropology, sociology—that might advance the craft of psychotherapy.

At that time, we were taught that the brain was fully formed by adulthood. But if this were true, what in the world could we do as psychotherapists that might lead to lasting changes in our clients? The orthodox teaching in neurobiology also asserted that certain regions “gave rise” to specific mental functions, like memory, mood, and language. But if this were true, then a malfunctioning mind was due to dysfunction in a particular region—and short of giving a pill, what could a therapist do to improve that region’s functioning? Luckily, these two axioms would soon be overthrown, as we learned that the brain responds to experience throughout the lifespan by changing its function and structure, and that you could look to the connections of regions—and grow those connections—to understand how to move clients from dysfunction to function, even in adulthood.

Even so, we still widely believed in something Hippocrates had asserted 2,500 years ago: the “mind is what the brain does.” Could our mental lives—our emotions, thoughts, memories, and meaning-making narratives—be nothing more than simply neurons firing off in our head? If our mind was only a brain, we were left with a self-contained, single-skull view of mental life—which implied that our relationship with others, all the richness of human connection, was superfluous to mental functioning. Deep down, unsupported by much scientific evidence to the contrary, many therapists sensed that this simply couldn’t be the whole story of the mind.

Then came the 1990s—“The Decade of the Brain,” as dubbed by President George H. W. Bush—which brought us a new perspective on the brain as self-renewing, with capacities to rewire itself in response to changing circumstances. This went well beyond old assumptions about our innate, hardwired limitations. New findings about neuroplasticity took us beyond anecdotes and metaphors and vague theories into a more measurable science of human nature, incorporating both the biological and the personal.

For me, one of the first steps in a new, science-based view of psychotherapy came with the work on attachment theory by people like John Bowlby, Mary Ainsworth, and Mary Main. Together, the different threads of their work not only showed how early experiences shape our personalities, but in a finding with vast implications for psychotherapy, revealed the central importance of a coherent narrative in people’s grasp of their own lives. Mary Main showed how if adults could create reflective, coherent, and emotionally rich narratives about their childhoods, their own children were likely to form a good, secure relationship with them, no matter what type of attachment they themselves had had when growing up. It wasn’t what had happened to them as children, but how they’d come to make sense of what had happened to them that predicted their emotional availability as adults and the kind of parents they’d be.

An equally important discovery with powerful implications for psychotherapy was the discovery of the role of the horn-shaped hippocampus and how it created the difference between implicit and explicit memory. Implicit memory is a form of emotional, sensory, or behavioral memory that doesn’t include recalled facts or place inner experience on a timeline from the past. Trauma can flood the amygdala to create intense implicit memories but shut off the hippocampus so that the horrible sensations of life-threatening events are blocked from becoming explicit memories. That’s why people with PTSD experience their memories in the here-and-now, without having the sensation of remembering them. They find themselves overwhelmed by the retrieval of powerful sensations drawn from pure implicit memory that lacks a sense of something coming from the past. This process makes PTSD survivors vulnerable to flashbacks and dissociation. It also reveals how distinguishing a past memory from present life can enable clients to move forward into the future without the fear that the past will continue to haunt them. The key is the neural integration between differentiated areas of the brain, allowing the past event to become no more and no less than an aspect of an autobiographical story that makes sense of life.

By the mid-’90s, together with a group of colleagues at UCLA from a range of scientific disciplines, I began to explore the relationship between the mind and the brain. Along with others in clinical fields, we explored ways that integrating brain functions might be therapeutically beneficial for clients, especially those who had an impoverished sense of their own past and couldn’t really feel or express emotion. We found that lots of clients who usually intellectualized their way through talk therapy responded well to guided imagery, sensate body focusing, and practice in using and picking up on nonverbal cues. Inspired by the work being done on neuroplasticity, we began to look at how therapy can catalyze neural growth to create long-lasting change. Could it be that the way you think can actually change your brain?

In the first decade of the new millennium, interest in mindfulness was beginning to burgeon in the field, offering new evidence, now measurable through advances in technology, that the way we focus attention within awareness can change our brain. Neural firing changes neural connection, and if we intentionally pay attention, this can transform the very structure of the brain. Mindfulness, we learned, promotes the integrative function of the various regions of the brain, including the prefrontal cortex. It allows brain circuits to fire together that perhaps have never fired in this coordinated way before, giving people a sensation of inner awareness that they may never have had. It can open the pathway to neural integration—the linkage of different parts of the brain—and enhance powers of self-regulation.

Almost every mental health problem—anxiety, depression, eating disorders, personality disorders, thinking disorders—are issues of self-regulation. Ultimately, the goal of therapy is to optimize self-regulation, the coordinated flow of energy and information through the major systems of the brain—brain stem, limbic circuits neocortex, autonomic nervous—and then between one brain and another. When we’re in this secure, stable state of mind-brain-body equilibrium, we can face life’s vicissitudes with some measure of emotionally calm flexibility, self-awareness, and reason.

As we broaden our appreciation of what science can teach us about the complexity of human functioning, it becomes clear that clinicians serve as transformative attachment experts, whose job it is, in effect, to help rewire unintegrated neural connections, to reintegrate (or sometimes integrate for the first time) different areas and functions of the brain—implicit and explicit memory, right and left hemisphere, neocortex with limbic system and brain stem.

The past 40 years have given us a view of the mind that encompasses an emergent, self-organizing, embodied, and relational process that regulates the flow of energy and information. We now know that where attention goes, neural firing flows, and neural connection grows. We’re finally equipped to embrace the wide array of sciences to see the myriad ways therapy can focus attention to stimulate the coordination and balance of neural firing that leads to the growth of neural integration and optimal health.

Helping people develop more integration goes beyond reducing symptoms: it helps them thrive. And integration also has its moral dimensions, pointing us in the direction of being kind and compassionate to ourselves and others. So now, more than ever, we as mental health practitioners need to be aware of the crucial importance of integration in human functioning and find ways to harness the power of psychotherapy to create a kinder, more compassionate, and integrated world.

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The first book to have an impact on the field of couples therapy was The Mirages of Marriage by Don Jackson and William Lederer in 1968. Its basic premise was that the problem in distressed marriages was a failure of the implicit quid pro quo contract between partners when it comes to transactions around the exchange of rewards and positive feelings. The therapy approaches at the time focused on how to help people negotiate these contracts with each other from positions of self-interest, where each person was really trying to get the best deal for themselves as individuals. The role of the therapist was to be a kind of super-negotiator and problem-solver, the idea being that negotiating the best deals for each individual would result in the most satisfying relationship. And to sweeten things up, the authors encouraged couples to have “love days,” in which they did especially thoughtful things for one another.

Neil Jacobson and Gayla Margolin, psychologists at the University of Washington and University of Southern California, respectively, were the ones who operationalized and researched this as a model of couples therapy, in which people learned to be nicer to each other through contingency contracts, communicating better, and improving their conflict-resolution skills. But this approach had a fundamental theoretical flaw: the only way you can get a really good contract is to work together with mutual trust. (We know this from Harold Kelley and John Thibaut’s Interdependence Theory, based on game theory.) So each person needs to work not out of self-interest, but out of mutual interest, where the sum of the benefits is what the partners are maximizing. Otherwise, it becomes some sort of zero-sum game where it’s a win–lose paradigm.

That was the fundamental problem in those early days of behavioral marital therapy: the notion that you could work from positions of self-interest and still get a loving contract that really helps both people. It turns out that most of the time, people will sabotage that kind of a contract because it feels like an unacceptable compromise. And not surprisingly, when Jacobson analyzed the results of this approach to behavioral marital therapy, he found very small effect sizes and huge relapse rates.

The idea that transformed couples therapy emerged from attachment theory and the belief that what’s needed in marriage isn’t better contracts, but looking at marriage for a safe haven. That’s largely the contribution of Susan Johnson and Emotionally Focused Couples Therapy, which expanded John Bowlby’s idea about infants needing a secure base from which to explore their environment. Essentially, Johnson said that is what’s often missing in couples relationships, and she designed an approach to heal attachment injuries through extending Rogerian concepts of expressing emotions and paraphrasing and validating those emotions.

Beyond that, her big paradigm shift was bringing emotion into couples therapy. Before her, influential therapists like Murray Bowen had insisted that emotions got in the way of therapy. He famously said, “I don’t want to know what you feel; I want to know what you think.” The core concept in his theory of psychological differentiation was that at the highest level of development you could control your emotions with your reason. But then Johnson comes along and says, “No, that’s wrong: you really have to express emotions and validate them. Carl Rogers needs to be brought into the couples arena.”

So by focusing on emotion and the safe haven, Johnson wound up creating a revolution in couples therapy. And even though she wasn’t directly talking about trust, it’s essential in creating a safe haven, as is building commitment. The foremost researcher on commitment has been a woman named Caryl Rusbult, who came from social psychology, not from the psychotherapy tradition. Her 30-year research program is the only approach that’s ever been able to predict sexual infidelity successfully. All other research on sexual infidelity asks people to reconstruct from memory what happened before the act of betrayal occurred, but Rusbult can actually predict which couples will be sexually unfaithful.

She concluded that the basic element of betrayal is the tendency for partners to make negative comparisons. So when things get tough in a relationship, like you have an argument or your partner is emotionally distant, if you start to think, I can do better with someone else, you’re negatively comparing your partner to real or imagined alternatives. She found that when that happens, you’re going to invest less and less in the relationship and give yourself permission to cross boundaries and start relationships with other people. That’s where commitment comes in. People don’t recognize the enduring importance of a relationship very deeply if they have only a conditional investment in it. If you’re not really building gratitude by cherishing what you have with your partner, but instead are building resentment for what’s missing, you’re likelier to engage in an act of betrayal.

What my latest research shows is that trust and commitment are both the key ingredients for being in love with your partner for a lifetime, and for having your marriage be a safe haven. These are the ingredients for not just loving your partner, but being in love with your partner. And here the work of Helen Fisher is important. Fisher studies people who are in love. When she puts them in the functional MRI tube and they look at the face of the person they say they’re in love with (versus a stranger’s face), their entire pleasure center, the part of the brain that secretes dopamine, lights up. People used to say, “How long can you be in love with somebody? It’s got to have a shelf life of maybe 18 months.” Well, she’s found people who are still in love with their partner two decades after the wedding and longer. Apparently, being in love can last forever.

While Fisher’s work doesn’t focus on the ingredients that make that happen, I think future research is going to show that it’s based on building both trust and commitment. And we already have techniques now for doing that in couples therapy. The key element in making those techniques work is paying more attention to the moment-to-moment state of clients’ physiology. To do effective couples therapy, people have to be calm when they talk to one another. And so the focus on conflict that pervaded couples therapy in its early years needs to be supplemented by calm, everyday emotional connection, where people can really talk to one another and listen and work on friendship.

Another thing we need to do is develop a system of shared meaning within the couple that has an existential base. When partners aren’t compromising in their essential conflicts, it’s because they feel as if the compromise means giving up a core part of themselves. Therefore, we have to get at the meaning of each person’s position in the conflict to resolve the majority of relationship conflicts. It’s also necessary to look at intentionally building shared meaning to have a connection that’s fulfilling and has some depth to it. It comes down to having a sense of shared purpose and meaning, something William Doherty has been writing about for decades.

Last, we need to look at the research that shows how unsuccessful most sex therapy is at evoking anything but the smallest changes. We’ve learned recently from a remarkable study—described in a book called The Normal Bar, which looked at 70,000 people’s sex lives in 24 countries—that the people who have a great sex life are doing about a dozen concrete things differently from those whose sex life sucks. It’s the same everywhere on the planet. The people who have a great sex life are saying “I love you” every day and meaning it. They’re kissing their partner passionately. They’re expressing affection in public. They’re cuddling. Research shows that only six percent of non-cuddlers have a great sex life. If couples don’t cuddle, they don’t secrete oxytocin, and their sex life isn’t fulfilling. It’s not rocket science.

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In the late 1970s, I was a Black kid from Philadelphia enrolled in the family therapy graduate program at Florida State, an institution that had graduated its first Black grad student only in the mid-’60s. I was the only Black student in the program, and there were no Black faculty. Issues of race as a factor in people’s lives rarely came up in class. If I brought it up with my supervisors, they responded, “If you want to be a good clinician, just learn the rudiments of family therapy and then apply them to whatever family you see. Don’t make race a special issue.” The entire emphasis was about generalized treatment methods without paying attention to race, class, or gender issues.

Then, through the early ’80s, the feminist critique began to expose the rampant gender-based inequities and sexism inherent in the field and the way family therapy perpetuated mother-blaming in its explanation of family interactional patterns. It made what had been previously invisible impossible to ignore. Nevertheless, largely advanced by white women, it didn’t directly address issues of racial inequality and racism, even though by pointing out how family therapy privileged males, it also exposed the privilege enjoyed by white people. Just like women, people of color were marginalized. Seeing how the field’s feminist leaders pushed boundaries and withstood the firestorm of criticism they received from the influential men in the field was both inspiring and a little frightening for therapists of color. I remember thinking that if whites could so viciously attack each other over their differences about gender issues, what would happen to people of color who dared talk openly about race and racism.

One moment at an American Association of Marriage and Family Therapists (AAMFT) national conference in 1984 stands out for me as especially powerful. Feminist therapist Marianne Walters, in her keynote address, called attention to both the issues of sexism and racism by flashing on a big screen the pictures of all the keynote speakers and members of the AAMFT board of directors. She began by saying that she wanted to pay homage to the thinkers and shapers of the field, and then one by one, she thanked them by name. As images of one white male after another loomed over the ballroom, the extent of the overwhelming gender imbalance among leadership roles became more and more apparent. So albeit in a somewhat indirect way, the feminist critique drew attention to racial privilege as well.

During this period, there were certain books that succeeded in raising consciousness about social issues within the field. Although Monica McGoldrick’s groundbreaking Ethnicity and Family Therapy didn’t deal with race specifically, it succeeded in adding ethnicity and culture to the list of contextual factors that should be considered when working with families. Unlike the feminist critique, the topic of ethnicity was easy for everyone to discuss, because it didn’t call attention to structural inequities, power, and privilege. Even more importantly, Nancy Boyd-Franklin’s book Black Families in Therapy marked a crucial milestone for the field by focusing on the special challenges Black families face in a racist society. And it was practical to boot, providing tips and tools for effectively engaging and treating Black families.

Nevertheless, it was still hard to get material about race into academic journals because reviewers found it too inflammatory. I remember conference organizers discouraging me from focusing directly on race in my talks and strongly encouraging me to instead use the less threatening term multiculturalism. After all, the major power brokers of the field at the time were white. For people of color, forcing a conversation about race seemed like committing professional suicide. So some of us took a more strategic approach. I remember publishing a paper called “The Theoretical Myth of Sameness: A Critical Issue in Family Therapy Treatment and Training” as a safe way to examine the potentially explosive issue of race in a more general discussion about “sameness and difference.” I was opening a door without sounding too confrontational.

One year, in the climate of the times, I offered a session called “Breaking the Silence” that gave voice to the sense of stifling frustration, deep disappointment, and race-related pain that many people of color felt unable to openly express to their white colleagues. For people in the minority community, it was as close to an open act of defiance as many of us had come: no more walking on eggshells regarding issues of race, no more apologies for acknowledging when and how we saw racism in the field. For my own part, I’d learned a lesson or two from my feminist friends about the courage it took to be outspoken about “divisive issues,” and the importance of taking good care of yourself in the face of the inevitable pushback that comes from pointing out differences in power and privilege.

Throughout the ’90s, my process of becoming more transparent about the struggles of being a Black therapist in the field continued. I published an article in the Networker called “War of the Worlds,” in which I talked openly for the first time about the compromises people of color in the field have to make to be deemed acceptable by their white counterparts. To date, nothing I’ve written for the Networker, or any other publication, has generated more personal letters—strongly supportive as well as scathingly critical—than this one. Then in 1996, I gave a keynote at the Networker Symposium. It was the first time that a nonwhite clinician had delivered a major plenary address at a national family therapy meeting of such a size.

Pleased as I was to receive the invitation, I also felt the tremendous burden of responsibility as I began my talk extemporaneously by describing all the voices of Black people for whom I felt I was a representative. It was a very emotional experience for me. Designed to engage the broadest possible audience, my theme was the sense of “psychological homelessness” that so many people of color struggle with as they try to fit into different, mutually exclusive worlds, leaving them without a safe place, a true home. Women, LGBTQ folks, immigrants, estranged daughters and sons, and emotionally cut-off parents could all relate to what I was saying.

Thankfully, by the late ’90s, an increasing number of training programs began developing curricula that specifically addressed issues of race and social justice. But while there’s been a positive shift in our awareness of race, the discomfort and awkwardness in addressing it is still prevalent. Regardless of the venue or the participants, conversations about race are difficult to facilitate. People of color fear being judged as race-obsessed, angry, and hypersensitive. And whites often fear being misunderstood, perceived as a racist, or saying something that will trigger the anger of people of color. For the most part, a fundamental attitude of mutual mistrust underlies discussions of race between Blacks and whites, making meaningful interactions across the great divide of race hard to achieve. It takes both will and skill to address the issue of race, and even though the will has generally increased, the skill is still lagging behind.

Over the years that I’ve been facilitating these kinds of interactions, I’ve realized that the most successful ones must start with the soul work of seeing, being, and doing. Seeing is about our increasing ability to recognize how much the color of our skin defines our day-to-day experience. The next step is being able to engage in a process of self-awareness about what it means to be white or a person of color and what role we choose to play in addressing the racial inequities we see around us. The final step is, of course, the most difficult—to actively engage in doing something about them.

If ever there were a critical moment for constructive and courageous conversations about race, power, and privilege in our practices, communities, and the broader society, this is it. Personally, I feel affirmed in the credo that whatever our training or orientation, our work as clinicians should ultimately be devoted to healing the world, even if it means addressing that huge task in 50-minute intervals at a time.

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Most people think the field of trauma treatment began around 1980, when PTSD was first included in the DSM as a result of a movement among Vietnam veterans. But well over a hundred years before that, the work of Charcot and Pierre Janet at Salpêtrière in Paris, articulated most of the relevant issues about trauma that are being rediscovered today, such as getting stuck in reliving trauma, dissociating, and having trouble integrating new experiences and going on with one’s life.

Janet used hypnosis with hospitalized trauma patients to help them put the experience to rest, but his work was largely eclipsed by other developments, in part because fully recognizing the devastating impact of trauma tends to be too overwhelming for mental health professionals and politicians alike. Another example happened with Sigmund Freud and his mentor, Joseph Breuer; they wrote outstanding papers on the nature of trauma in the 1890s, but they later repudiated them because suggesting the occurrence of incest in upstanding middle-class families in Vienna was so disturbing to their colleagues.

Ever since, trauma has had a history of cycling between being recognized for the devastating, long-term role it can play in people’s lives and then going underground in the face of resistance to that idea. The horror of trench warfare led to wide recognition of the symptoms of shellshock during World War I, but in 1917 the British general staff put out an edict forbidding the military to use the word shellshock to describe the condition, because they assumed it would undermine the troops’ morale. The same thing happened after World War II, when the world quickly forgot the price that we pay for sending people into combat. Yet all the symptoms that we read about in the newspaper—suicides, drug addictions, family violence, homelessness, and chronic unemployment—have been well documented after every war within modern memory, starting with the American Civil War.

Nevertheless, in the 1980s, as a result of the work of many people like Charles Figley—a Marine vet from Vietnam, who wrote a book called Trauma and Its Wake and started the International Society of Traumatic Stress Studies—trauma began to attract more and more attention in mainstream psychiatry and psychology. Around that time, Judith Herman and I began to study the relationship between borderline personality disorder and self-injurious behavior and early years of trauma and neglect at the hands of caregivers. However, in the early 1990s, just as had happened in 1902, 1917, and 1947, as the study of the trauma movement began to gather steam, there came a backlash.

In this case, it came in the form of the false memory movement, which tried to discredit the stories of abuse that our clients told us by calling them the result of therapists’ systematically implanting false memories in their minds. Much of this movement was fueled by the Roman Catholic Church as it was facing innumerable charges of priests’ sexual abuse of children, and by psychologists who could make a good living in forensic settings disputing the allegations by victims of sexual abuse. After the suits against the church were settled, the false memory industry disappeared with it.

One of the results of the controversy surrounding this particular backlash was that the trauma field got bifurcated into two parallel areas of development, with basically all the research funding being directed to the military and veterans. The other area of research—child abuse and neglect and women’s studies—was underfunded and therefore unable to garner enough high-quality studies to determine scientifically how best to treat this population. As a result, our field became one of passionate claims but little solid scientific evidence.

Nonetheless, some key developments (or in most cases, rediscoveries) have advanced trauma treatment recently. One has been the recognition of the role that dissociation plays in the aftermath of trauma and how, in various ways, treatment must address the personality structures that can compete or alternate with each other when someone is traumatized. Another major advance was the emergence of EMDR as the first approach that showed that we didn’t need to rely on drugs or the traditional talking cure to get traumatized people to leave their traumatic memories behind. Similarly, body psychotherapists have recognized that “the body keeps the score” when it comes to trauma and have revitalized bottom-up approaches like Somatic Experiencing, Hakomi, and Sensorimotor Psychotherapy to help shut-down people get unstuck from the fight/flight/freeze response.

Through neurofeedback, we’re exploring the capacity to rewire brains that are stuck in freeze and terror, and our first published studies of this process show how traumatized children and adults can learn to change how their brains regulate themselves. We’ve rediscovered that true change is best made when the mind is open. Mindfulness enables people to become attentive to their body and can enable them to feel safe. In fact, our NIMH-funded research shows that it looks as if yoga is more effective than any medication for treating PTSD.

Being able to be mindful is a necessary precondition for change. Hypnotherapists have long known that getting people into a trance state can facilitate the integration of trauma into their overall consciousness. More recently, Internal Family Systems and approaches that use mind-altering drugs like MDMA have demonstrated how to get people into altered states of consciousness where they can actually observe themselves and develop a sense of self-compassion that enables them to integrate their dissociated self from the past into in a calm state of mind in the present.

While all this has been going on, cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) has accumulated the most research support, even though we know that the whole cognitive part of the brain shuts down when people are traumatized, triggering the primitive survival part of the brain. So using CBT with trauma is like telling somebody with an amputated leg to take up running. It can certainly give people a sense of perspective on their coping options when they’re in the right frame of mind, but it has limited value with severe trauma.

The most commonly used CBT approach to trauma is exposure therapy, which assumes that desensitizing someone to something that used to trigger them is the best way to help them be less affected by their memories. The problem is that desensitization leads to a global lack of feelings and engagement, so when you get desensitized from your trauma, you also get desensitized to joy, pleasure, engagement, and everything else going on. Desensitizing people shouldn’t be the goal of treatment: rather, we should help traumatized clients realize that Yes, this happened to me years ago, but not today; today is a different day, and I’m no longer the person I was back then. That kind of integration involves a neural network different from the neural network of desensitization.

My hope for the field of trauma treatment is that we learn how to help people bring their imaginations more fully to bear on their possibilities. In our culture, we too often rely on swigging alcohol and taking drugs to make ourselves feel better, more open. Perhaps the most important contribution the therapy world, including the field of trauma, can make to the wider culture is to give people greater access to their innate self-regulatory systems—the way that they move, breathe, sing, interact with each other—so they can discover their natural resources to regulate themselves in a different way, especially when life gets challenging.

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For decades, therapy worked a certain, predictable way. The practice of therapy consisted of: a therapist, with a caseload, on a structured path from graduate school to licensure to practice. The models evolved, but the profession itself remained a stable, if not always lucrative, career.

Now, that stability is unraveling, and therapists are feeling it in ways big and small. Caseloads are climbing. Colleagues are leaving. The jobs that once seemed like safe bets, like W-2 salaried roles at mental health companies, or even contractor gigs at large platforms, are becoming riskier, subject to mass layoffs or shifting pay structures. Even solo practitioners are feeling the shift as they watch clients fighting for the insurance reimbursements they were promised, while trying to keep a steady flow of new referrals. There’s a real sense that the field itself is tilting in a new direction.

Blaming this change on just one thing would be oversimplifying it. Insurance companies have long dictated the financial realities of therapy, and the pandemic drove demand for mental health care to unseen levels. The introduction of coaching and the increase in societal loneliness are players in this change, too. But one of the biggest forces in recent years has been venture capital.

I want to be clear: venture capital didn’t single-handedly create this moment. But it is one of the reasons therapy feels different. And if therapists want to have a say in where the field is going, they need to understand how these financial forces are reshaping the work they do every day.

When Therapists Become a Line Item

One morning in 2023, a therapist I know at a promising, investor-backed mental health platform woke up, logged in for her first session of the day, and found her accounts disabled. No email, no warning—just gone.

By the time she realized she was out of a job, her clients already knew. They’d received a boilerplate email: Their therapist was “no longer with the company,” but not to worry—a new one had been assigned. No mention of the trust they’d built. No acknowledgment of the months of hard work. No option to say goodbye.

If I hadn’t been following the mental health tech space, I might have assumed this was some bureaucratic mistake, maybe a one-off glitch in the system. But it wasn’t. This kind of thing has happened at multiple mental health startups in the past few years. They’re not mistakes—they’re business decisions.

The Mental Health Startup Boom

When I first moved into copywriting—writing the emails, blogs, and other materials mental health companies use to communicate—after years as a licensed clinical social worker, I was very hopeful that mental health startups could be part of the solution. The system was broken, and these companies promised to fix it—expanding access, lowering costs, and making therapy available to people who had never been able to afford or find it before.

I’ve met a lot of mental health company founders, and they all start out with good intentions. But once investor funding gets involved, things start to shift. The pressure to grow fast, cut costs, and scale in a way that looks good on paper takes priority. Instead of focusing on continuity of care, clinician support, or ethical business practices, they start optimizing for what investors want to see—rapid expansion, streamlined operations, and a business model that promises big returns. No founder sets out to deprioritize care, but at some point, the demands of profitability start making those decisions for them.

A friend of mine had this model turn his life upside down. He was the top clinical leader at a mental health company that actually prioritized high-quality care, clinician well-being, and strong client outcomes. And it was working. The company was growing, therapists were staying, and clients were getting real, consistent care.

Then, investors came in. The new executive the investors installed didn’t see the point of clinical oversight—literally didn’t understand what it was or why it mattered—and didn’t bother to ask. So they fired him.

It only took three months for things to start falling apart. Churn was up, therapists were leaving, and clients weren’t sticking around. He had flagged these risks before he was fired, and everything he had warned them about was happening.

They hired my friend back to try to undo the damage, but it might be too late. The company is still operating within the model investors pushed for—one designed for rapid growth, not sustainable care. Fixing it would mean making decisions that don’t fit the VC investor model, and from everything I’ve seen, making those kind of decisions isn’t how the story of mental health tech companies plays out.

The VC Playbook: Scale, Squeeze, Sell

In 2021, mental health startups raised $5.5 billion across 324 deals. With the pandemic, virtual care exploded, and investors took notice. Suddenly, mental health was a hot market. New companies flooded the space, all promising to “revolutionize mental health” or “democratize therapy.”

At first glance, this seemed like a win. More funding meant more access, more therapists, more options for clients. But the money came with expectations.

VC firms don’t invest in slow, steady growth. They look for businesses that can scale quickly and generate massive returns. In industries like tech, where a single product can be sold infinitely with little additional cost, that kind of growth is possible. Think, for example, of Adobe or Canva. The initial costs of building this kind of software-as-a-service (SaaS) is high, but then the product can be sold for very little additional cost. Therapy, though, isn’t a SaaS product. It’s labor-intensive, requires long-term relationships, and doesn’t come close to the 70% profit margins that investors expect.

That disconnect set the stage for what happened next. Once venture capital entered the space, companies weren’t just focused on expanding access—they had to expand fast enough to satisfy investors, and they did so using the tried and true VC playbook: First, companies push for rapid expansion, hiring as many therapists as possible and onboarding new clients at an unsustainable rate. Then, when growth slows, they turn inward, looking for ways to increase profitability—cutting therapist pay, increasing caseloads, automating wherever possible. Finally, when it’s time to cash out, they make the company look more profitable on paper, even if that means gutting clinical teams and scaling back quality of care.

A therapist I spoke with joined Ginger just as they were merging with Headspace. She was leaving private practice because she wanted income stability and benefits, which her new role provided. But as time went on, the demands escalated. Caseload requirements increased, burnout set in, and the job that was supposed to be a better alternative started to look just as unsustainable as everything else. After that experience, she left the field entirely for several years.

And she wasn’t alone. Her story is one I’ve heard over and over from therapists across the country. Clinicians take jobs at well-funded startups hoping for stability, only to find themselves burning out just as fast, or faster, than they would have in private practice.

This cycle doesn’t just affect individual therapists. In the past few years, multiple mental health startups that had made grand promises of fixing therapy have quietly shut down, sold off, or dramatically cut their clinical teams in a bid to stay profitable. The ones that remain have largely made the same calculation: it’s more important to please investors than to protect therapists or the clients they serve.

Who Decides What Therapy is Worth?

For therapists hoping to escape the VC model, the alternatives aren’t much better.

Venture-backed startups have just started reshaping mental health care in ways that prioritize growth over quality, but insurers have been setting the financial terms for decades. And their incentives are just as misaligned.

Insurance companies don’t make money by paying for therapy; they make money by controlling how much therapy they have to pay for. That means keeping reimbursement rates low, narrowing definitions of “medically necessary” care, and making it harder for providers to bill for anything beyond short, standardized sessions.

A chief clinical officer I spoke with has spent years fighting to keep clinicians at the center of care while ensuring they’re paid fairly. But in the last few months, that fight has become nearly impossible. Payors keep cutting reimbursement rates, making it harder and harder to sustain a model where therapists can afford to stay. As a result, therapists burn out, leave, and access to care shrinks. (Which, I suspect, is exactly the point.)

Stuck between the heavyweights of VC companies and payors, therapists have an impossible choice: take insurance and work unsustainable hours to make a living, go private-pay and risk shutting out lower-income clients, or work for a venture-backed company and accept the trade-offs—lower pay, less autonomy, more burnout.

Why Therapists Have Been Left Without Power

This isn’t just a problem of bad employers. It’s a profession-wide issue that starts in graduate school.

When you’re a therapy student, nobody sits you down and explains how insurance reimbursement actually works, or what to look for in a contract before you sign it. New therapists know all about attachment theory, cognitive distortions, and trauma-informed care, but they rarely know how to negotiate a contract, challenge an insurance denial, or figure out whether a company’s business model is sustainable.

That knowledge gap isn’t purposeful, but it is convenient. It makes therapists easier to exploit. Companies know that if therapists don’t understand the financial side of the industry, they’ll accept lower rates, sign contracts with restrictive non-compete clauses, and give up autonomy without realizing what they’re losing.

Not only do therapists not like what’s happening, they have little recourse. Unionizing isn’t a viable option for most therapists because they’re classified as independent contractors, making collective bargaining nearly impossible. High turnover makes organizing difficult for therapists who are employees.

It’s the same story that played out in medicine, pharmaceuticals, and law. Private equity firms and corporate consolidations swallowed up independent practices and turned highly paid professionals into low-control employees. Now, it’s happening to therapy. The question is whether therapists will fight to keep control.

How Therapists Can Push Back—Without Falling into the Guilt Trap

A lot of therapists have been told the same thing: if you care about access, you shouldn’t care about money. It’s a useful message for the people profiting off your labor, but it’s not true.

For years, therapists have been put in an impossible position. Either you take low-paying insurance rates and overload your schedule, or you go private pay and feel guilty about it. Either you work for a VC-backed company with steady referrals but little control, or you try to make it on your own, knowing you might not be able to afford to see lower-income clients.

The system depends on therapists believing these are the only choices. It keeps labor costs down when clinicians stay in jobs that don’t pay enough, accept reimbursement rates that don’t cover the cost of care, or take on extra clients just to make ends meet.

One way out is to stop playing by those rules. How?

Step One: Understand the Market

Venture-backed startups and insurance payors don’t make decisions on best guesses. They operate within financial models designed to maximize returns—whether for investors, executives, or shareholders. Understanding those models is one of the best ways therapists can avoid being undervalued.

To start, look beyond salary numbers. If a company isn’t charging therapists and isn’t making most of its revenue from client fees, then who’s paying? If a company’s main funding comes from employers or insurers, then those are the stakeholders it has to keep happy—not therapists or clients.

Therapists should always expect that decisions will be made to maximize profits for investors. That’s how venture-backed businesses work. But if therapists are the primary customers—paying for access to referrals, administrative support, or a network—then the company’s success depends on keeping them happy. In those cases, therapists have leverage, because their satisfaction directly impacts the company’s bottom line.

This means therapists shouldn’t automatically distrust companies that charge them fees. In fact, charging therapists directly can be a protective factor. If the money comes from an employer or large insurance contracts instead, priorities shift. What matters is not just whether a company charges therapists, but whether its financial structure aligns with supporting them.

Then there are contracts. Therapists should ask: who really benefits from the terms? Noncompete clauses, productivity quotas, and ownership structures often favor investors and executives over clinicians. If a company is scaling rapidly, what does that mean for workload expectations? If it’s paying higher-than-average rates, how sustainable is that model? If a platform keeps its fees low for clients, what’s the tradeoff for therapists?

And finally, there’s the question of who to hold accountable. Some companies are squeezing every dollar for profit, paying therapists as little as they can while investors collect returns. Others are trying to do the right thing while stuck within an insurance system that dictates how much they can pay. Before blaming a company for its rates, it’s worth asking: Is it keeping pay low to boost margins, or is it operating within financial limits imposed by insurers? Who’s really setting the rates—the company, the payors, or the investors behind it?

The less secretive this system is, the harder it becomes for companies to sell therapists on bad deals. Therapists don’t need to avoid every company that charges them. They just need to ask where the money is going, who is making decisions, and what that means for their work.

Step Two: Leverage Labor—Even Without a Union

Therapists don’t have traditional labor protections, but that doesn’t mean they’re powerless. Collective action doesn’t have to mean unionizing or organizing protests. Sometimes, it’s as simple as making informed decisions about where to work—and making sure companies know that therapists are paying attention.

That’s the idea behind The Fit Check for Therapists, a Facebook group I created where therapists compare pay, working conditions, and company policies. Too often, therapists take jobs without knowing how their rates compare to others or what’s buried in the fine print of their contracts. But knowledge is leverage. When therapists can see, side by side, which companies pay fairly, support clinicians, and uphold ethical standards—and which ones don’t—companies have to compete for labor.

The goal isn’t to expose bad actors but to move therapists toward better ones. When a company that pays and treats clinicians well starts attracting more and more therapists, others are forced to adjust or risk losing their workforce. And when new companies enter the space offering even better conditions, the cycle continues. The power is in the shift of labor flowing toward companies that actually invest in clinicians, forcing the others to either change or sink.

Many industries have forced companies to evolve by shifting labor toward better models. Doctors, pharmacists, and even freelance writers have leveraged transparency and competition to drive up wages and improve working conditions. Therapists can do the same—not by waiting for companies to change, but by making them compete for therapist support.

Step Three: Make Your Work Sustainable—Without Feeding the System

For many therapists, the most practical way forward is to go private-pay. There’s a narrative that says it’s our duty to sacrifice our financial well-being to help improve access. But the gameplan isn’t to vaguely underprice our services in the name of helping. Instead, we should charge our worth and intentionally offer a few sliding scale or pro bono spots.

Of course, this isn’t a system-wide fix, but it allows therapists to stay financially stable while still making space for clients who can’t afford full fees. More importantly, it stops funneling labor into a system that relies on therapists accepting unsustainable pay.

And I’m going to say the quiet part out loud: if we do this, things will get worse before they get better.

If enough therapists start walking away from exploitative systems, if they start refusing unsustainable insurance rates, if they turn down VC-backed jobs that don’t pay enough, access will suffer in the short term. Fewer therapists will take insurance. Clients who rely on those systems will struggle to find care. That’s real, and it’s painful.

But the alternative is worse.

Because if the field keeps going the way it is—burning out clinicians, underpaying new graduates, making private practice impossible to sustain—access won’t just get worse; it will collapse. Therapists will leave, new ones won’t enter, and the workforce shortage that insurers and companies claim to be solving will become a full-blown crisis.

That’s the real choice. Either access takes a hit now to force payors and companies to change the way they reimburse care and make therapy a sustainable career, or we keep pretending things can go on like this until there aren’t enough therapists left to provide care at all.

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In the fall of 1978, a young assistant psychology professor by the name of Steven Hayes—the future originator of Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT)—was sitting in a department meeting when a group of professors began arguing—“in a way that only wild animals and full professors are capable of,” he later recalled. Suddenly, an intense feeling came over him.

“I felt like I was going to pass out,” he says. “My heart was racing so fast I couldn’t count the beats.” Hayes opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His eyes darted helplessly around the room before finally locking on the others, who shot him a look of confusion and returned to fighting.

Hayes clutched his chair, and after a few seconds—for Hayes, an eternity—the room stopped spinning. This was the beginning, he recalls, “of my journey into the hell of panic disorder.”

Hayes spent the next three years struggling to keep his panic attacks at bay, worried that they’d negatively impact his career. But they persisted, and one night, collapsed on a brown-and-gold shag carpet at 2:30 in the morning, he found himself in the thick of his worst panic attack yet.

For Hayes, it was a moment of reckoning. Why was this still happening? He had a diagnosis. He’d tried all of the “logical, reasonable, sensible, and pathological” ways to treat it. Nothing had worked. So why, in this seemingly golden age of healing, was he still suffering?

Then, in the thick of this panic attack and devoid of answers, he did something out of pure desperation. Instead of trying to find a way out of the panic by using “evidence-based therapy” methods, he ran toward it, swearing to himself that he’d never run from his own experience again. Something clicked, and when he finally stood up, the fog had lifted. “I knew my life had changed,” he explains.

That moment sent Hayes on journey into the science of how change really happens. Why was the field content with treatments that only worked for some people? he wondered. Didn’t the rest matter too? But calling out the field’s shortfalls would be akin to sacrilege. How does one even begin to challenge the doctrines of a mental healthcare system that’s been around for generations? Even if therapists didn’t take them for gospel—and many did—these were the waters they’d been swimming in their entire careers. What other options were there?

Hayes started looking for answers by pulling up the floorboards of the dominant diagnostic frameworks, the DSM and ICD, upon which countless modalities have been built. He spent the next four decades constructing a new framework, one directed at how therapists can facilitate real change. He distilled it to helping clients learn how to be more open, aware, and actively engaged in building a meaningful life—and then extending those gains to their relationships and their body. Then, six years ago, still focused on pulling up those floorboards, he and his colleagues discovered something shocking.

“American psychology and psychiatry have dirty hands,” he told a room of therapists from the main stage at the Innovations in Psychotherapy Conference last October, delivering yet another blistering condemnation of our field’s most popular diagnostic frameworks.

He called up a series of black and white photos of stern-looking white men on the screen behind him. “Our methods are based on racism… intertwined with eugenics,” he continued. “The early developers of the statistics behind diagnostic labels were racists and antisemites…. Their books were designed to determine who was worthy of having children and who wasn’t.”

But it isn’t just the creators of these frameworks who are to blame, Hayes said. It’s the modern-day professionals too, who unknowingly keep these frameworks afloat. “The statistics we rely on to apply the science of psychotherapy to particular people are false,” Hayes told the crowd. “Or at least we don’t know if they’re true.”

He proceeded to point out how even though treatments—even his own ACT—work for most clients, there are many “anomalies”—clients who suffer more even when trying an evidence-based treatment. These are people who’ve been historically overlooked in developing treatments, deliberately ignored in studies, and deemed outliers in order to magnify a model’s successes and downplay its failures.

Today’s treatments “are leaving people behind,” Hayes continued, “because their uniqueness has failed to be seen. These people matter. They could be your patient, your partner, or your child. We cannot be content with an imperfect model just because it works for most people.”

If the creators of our diagnostic bibles were deeply flawed individuals who built their frameworks around racist ideologies, and those frameworks have largely survived due to inaccurate statistical methods, should we just throw the frameworks out and start over? It may seem unimaginable, but we have no other choice, Hayes says: today’s problems are too urgent to do anything else.

“It’s time to forge a new way forward,” Hayes told the crowd. “Challenges like climate change and racism and sexism and immigration are huge—and therapists need to be a part of the solution.”

After more than 150 years of DSM and ICD dominance, could a new diagnostic framework really take their place? One that’s not just progressive, but comprehensive and effective too? Hayes believes it’s possible, and says the way forward is to intensively model the world of people, couples, and families on the micro level and develop general principles of diagnosis and therapeutic change on that foundation. His team calls this new approach idionomic analysis. “The particular,” he says, “is in fact the most general.”

Hayes says ACT, which he created in the wake of his own struggles decades ago, is a more humanistic, client-centered approach to treatment, and that its set of processes he calls “psychological flexibility” allows clients to have a more personalized diagnosis.

At the cornerstone of ACT is a question, Hayes says: How do we help our clients have more meaningful lives? Once they’ve answered that question, they can extend that knowledge to their body, their relationships, and the wider culture. They can use ACT to address physical problems around diet, sleep, exercise, and physical diseases, as well as social concerns, like how to be a better caregiver or parent, how to grapple with prejudice, and how to become a kinder human being. ACT also pulls from literature on healing from all over the world—not just the Western world. While the DSM and ICD use aggregate data to draw conclusions—“pulling from ivory tower medical centers in the Western world” and “turning people into categories”—nearly half of the 1,400 randomized trials on ACT come from lower- and middle-income countries. ACT, Hayes says, operates from a simple premise: develop your treatment plan based on the processes revealed by the client in front of you.

Hayes says not a single day has gone by where he didn’t remember that fateful night on the brown-and-gold shag carpet. Psychotherapy still hasn’t entered a new era of diagnosis, but if he has anything to say about it, it’s only a matter of time until it does.

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Sandra feels a sense of pride and accomplishment as she wraps up a telehealth session with Roy, one of her long-term therapy clients who’s finally begun seeing the benefits of two years of weekly psychotherapy. He’s set some boundaries with his emotionally abusive ex, and he recently received a hard-earned promotion at work.

“See you in a week?” Sandra asks, more as a formality than a question.

“Absolutely,” Roy beams. Then, as an afterthought, he adds, “I’ll be in California hosting a networking event, but we can still meet. I’ll just be three hours behind you.”

“That works.” Sandra smiles, imagining Roy traveling around the country in his new leadership role. He’s come a long way from the depressed man who was too anxious to leave the house after his divorce. But the pride she feels in his progress is quickly eclipsed by a prickly insecurity. Is it legal for me to see him as a therapy client when he’s out of state? I’m not licensed in California. Can I still bill his insurance? Another voice pipes up: Just call it a life-coaching session. That’s what half the therapists in your peer-supervision group are doing. 

“See you then,” Sandra says.

“Sounds good. And thank you.” Roy waves goodbye.

After closing the telehealth window, Sandra makes herself tea. The warmth in her chest has returned. It’s gratifying to see clients like Roy do well. What was she supposed to say to him when he mentioned traveling for work—”Oh, sorry, I can’t see you next week”? It’s fine, she reassures herself. I’m a therapist who does life coaching with a few out-of-state clients, just like thousands of other therapists. That’s not a crime. If others are doing it, why shouldn’t I? It’s not my fault the whole state-reciprocity thing is such a mess. What matters is I do good work. I help people.

Making Informed Choices

Sandra’s right. It’s not a crime to do life coaching with out-of-state clients—well, not exactly. And it’s not her fault the whole cross-state thing is complicated. And it absolutely does matter that she’s doing good work with people like Roy. And thousands of therapists across the country are in fact doing precisely what she’s planning to do in a week’s time: providing a nebulous, unregulated service called “life coaching” to out-of-state clients.

But Sandra is also wrong. Even if it’s not necessarily a crime to provide life coaching instead of psychotherapy to Roy when he travels to California, there are a number of legal and ethical complications that many well-intentioned therapists don’t fully understand. And although the majority of seemingly minor ethical and legal violations therapists commit go unnoticed, there are times when these violations balloon into larger problems, even morphing into complicated legal situations that are harmful to clients (and therapists!).

Clients who feel slighted or angry, or who become upset by a firm boundary (like being told they need to pay full fee for a missed session), may come to resent their therapist over time and decide to file a complaint with a licensing board. In some cases, clients have been known to file a malpractice lawsuit if they feel wronged. The consequences can be dire for the therapist—from having their license revoked and livelihood upended to being slapped with hefty fines, or having to pay for damages as a result of a malpractice suit.

For years, I’ve been teaching therapists about ethical, legal, and practice issues, providing those in our field with the information they need to make informed choices and decisions. So when it comes to therapists reflexively dipping their toe into the life-coaching industry or moonlighting as life coaches to hold on to clients who travel or move, it’s my job to shine a light on the potential dangers.

Therapists are usually not licensed in more than two or three states, yet more and more of them are being asked by itinerant clients for teletherapy. In my ethics workshops, therapists are now wondering, Can’t I do life coaching with a psychotherapy client if I tell them that’s what we’re doing? I’m already results-oriented in my practice, and I like giving advice, so can’t I just rebrand my therapy practice as a life-coaching practice? Can’t I bring my expertise as a therapist to life coaching and avoid all the complicated laws, rules, and limitations that come with practicing psychotherapy?

Because coaching as an industry has exploded alongside teletherapy, not too many people have hard-and-fast answers to these questions. In providing them, my goal isn’t to rain on anyone’s parade or be the bearer of bad news: it’s to empower them. Informed therapists make better decisions.

A Risky Mix

Let’s return to Sandra. She’s made herself a cup of tea, and the nagging insecurity about turning Roy into a coaching client for a session kicks back in. Luckily, this is all happening in a futuristic time—maybe even a week from now, given the rapid pace in which technology moves—and I’m able to appear in her office as an AI 3-D hologram, beamed in because an app on her phone has somehow overheard her silent inner musings.

“Hi, Sandra,” I say. “Listen, I’m going to cut right to the chase here. This is a very common dilemma you’re in, and there are some important things you need to know.”

Sandra sits back in her chair and appears open to listening.

“Life coach and psychotherapist aren’t the same thing,” I tell her. “The most important difference is that psychotherapy is a regulated health care service whereas life coaching isn’t regulated or even defined by the state. Also, let’s make the distinction between providing life coaching, possibly as a licensed mental health provider, and identifying as a life coach. Someone who calls themselves a life coach might have more freedom than a psychotherapist, but it also means anyone can call themselves that. There’s no required training or licensing: no rules, laws, or regulations to govern it. Life coaches can’t diagnose or treat mental health disorders. Although the International Coaching Federation has in fact outlined a code of ethics for coaches, whether or not coaches follow it is optional. Therapists, on the other hand, can face serious legal consequences if they don’t follow ethical codes as required by their licensing rules.”

“I get all that,” Sandra says. “But I’d just be providing life coaching to this client occasionally, when he travels. Things are going so well for him. I don’t want to interrupt our work. I could do life coaching when he’s out of state, and psychotherapy when he’s back.”

I shake my head sadly. I’ve heard many therapists say things like this. “There are quite a few problems with that,” I reply.

“Like what?” Sandra says, a little defensively.

“First, it confuses clients. As a licensed psychotherapist, you’re ethically and legally bound to avoid misleading the public. You need to properly inform your clients about the benefits and risks of your services before you begin working with them, and to continue informing them of changes you make to the treatment you provide throughout the therapy process. Which means you’d need to inform Roy about the benefits and risks of life-coaching before offering it. You can read up on this under the advertising or public statements sections in most codes of ethics and licensing rules for mental health professionals.”

Sandra waves her hand in front of her face, as if she’s trying to swat away a fly. This is a lot for her to take in, but I decide to continue. I’d be doing her a disservice if I withheld what I know.

“If you’re providing services associated with your license or clinical practice, including life coaching, the service must be provided in keeping with the laws, licensing rules, and code of ethics in your state. When providing mental health treatment, like psychotherapy, across state lines you must be even more careful. It’s legally essential that you be licensed, or another legal provision of some type exists, both in the state where you’re located and in the state where your client is located when the psychotherapy session occurs. After all, you are in fact practicing in another state—a separate jurisdiction that gets to determine what’s legal there.

“Whenever you claim to be providing life coaching but are actually providing some type of psychotherapy, you’re relabeling a regulated mental health treatment as something it’s not. A rose by any other name is still a rose! Doing so is not in keeping with codes of ethics, state laws, or licensing rules, or consistent with the standard of care.”

“This is more complicated than I thought,” Sandra says.

I have a lot of compassion for therapists trying to figure out what to do in situations like the one Sandra is facing with her client. Like many of them, she’s struggling to accept a difficult truth: her I’ll-do-coaching-for-just-one-session workaround isn’t as convenient or failsafe as she’d hoped. I know she’ll need a little time to wrap her mind around this new information. Even though I’m an AI hologram, I walk over to her kettle and pour myself a cup of tea.

Have Your Cake and Eat It, Too?

Then, something I wasn’t expecting happens. Sandra’s face lights up.

“Wait!? What if I created a separate service on my website that’s just ‘life coaching?’”

“Not a bad idea,” I say, careful to keep my voice measured. I don’t want to invalidate her or overwhelm her, and she’s actually heading in the right direction, ethically and legally speaking. “Keep in mind, however, that if a clinician did what you’re suggesting and then claimed that the life-coaching services they offer are in no way associated with their therapy practice—and that therefore, the same laws don’t apply—a host of other issues would arise. For example, you’d need to keep your coaching records someplace entirely separate from your clinical records. And you couldn’t bill through your clinical practice. Oh, and also remember not to confuse or mislead your client.”

“So what you’re saying is my good idea is a bad idea,” Sandra laments.

“My job is to make sure you’re aware of the hazards and pitfalls,” I say. “It’s up to you to assess the risks and decide which ideas are good or bad. One concern I’d have with a therapist who provides life coaching through a separate life-coaching business is that the life-coaching clients’ privacy would be affected. Within the context of a life-coaching business, federal privacy laws and state privilege laws wouldn’t protect the client anymore, which might put them at risk.”

“Really?” Sandra looks horrified. The last thing most therapists want to do is risk their client’s confidential information getting into the wrong hands or being subject to random subpoenas. Most therapists would never intentionally want to mislead clients into believing sessions with them are HIPAA-protected when in fact they’re not.

“In other words,” I say, “and this is super important to remember: you can’t simultaneously avoid regulatory requirements and still maintain the benefits of federal and state privacy laws.”

Sandra has started pacing. She walks back and forth through my hologram several times. Though technically, I don’t feel anything when she does this, I find it a bit unsettling.

“Sounds like you’re saying I can’t have my cake and eat it, too,” Sandra sighs.

She’s starting to get it, and I’m glad. She seems like a lovely person and a gifted clinician. I’d hate to see things go wrong for her simply because she was uninformed. “Well, you might be able to have your cake and eat it too if you want,” I say. “But there are risks, some of which may not be covered by your professional liability insurance.”

Sandra returns to her chair, raises her cup of tea, and takes a long, slow sip. “What do you mean by that exactly?” she asks.

“Liability insurance policies designed for licensed mental health professionals often don’t cover services—like life coaching—that aren’t considered part of professional practice for your license type and the policy is even less likely to cover a separate life coaching business. Either way, you’ll need to check with your insurance company before you make any big decisions.’’

Sandra stands and opens the door, gesturing me through. “Don’t mean to cut you short, but I need to say goodbye now. I can hear my next client in the waiting room. Thanks for sharing all this with me.”

“Happy to help,” I say. Feeling like Sandra needs a sense of closure to our conversation, I oblige by walking out the door—although dissipating into the air would’ve been a bit simpler.

Sandra’s Options

What Sandra decides to do from here is up to her, but her choice will depend on many factors, both personal and professional. I’ll present three scenarios, each accompanied by different risks.

High-Risk Scenario. Sandra decides to sit with our conversation for a day or two. But life gets busy, and she soon forgets the details of what I’d said. Two weeks later, it’s time for her to send Roy the HIPAA-protected teletherapy link to join their meeting the following day. Oh, it’s fine. Nothing’s going to happen. It’ll just be this once, she thinks. When Roy appears on screen, she lets him know that today, they’ll be doing a life-coaching session rather than a therapy session, for technical reasons. “It’s similar,” she says.

“Will you still bill my insurance?” Roy asks. “Because I can’t really afford to pay out of pocket right now with all the legal bills from my divorce.” Sandra responds that she’ll simply use the same procedure code for psychotherapy, but if he continues traveling in the future, they may need to figure out a different plan. As innocuous as this may seem, this is insurance fraud. Psychotherapy is healthcare treatment; life coaching is not.

Even if Sandra more accurately tells him, “I can’t bill your insurance because this will be a life-coaching session, which is a different kind of service than psychotherapy,” negative consequences could unfold. Roy may choose to forgo the session—after all, why would he want to pay out of pocket for life-coaching sessions when he has insurance that covers therapy—but as a result, he might feel confused, even disgruntled, which could have a negative impact on the therapeutic relationship.

With some clients, this confusion can increase the likelihood that they’ll file a complaint with licensing boards or even pursue a civil suit. I know of several cases where a provider’s actions were judged as not being consistent with the standard of care and resulted in their license being put on probation, as well as the provider paying thousands of dollars for damages to the plaintiff in a civil suit.

Medium-Risk Scenario. Sandra sees her next—and last—client of the day after our chat. Then, she sits down at her desk and writes Roy an email explaining that due to out-of-state regulations related to her license and other issues connected to insurance reimbursement and confidentiality, they’ll need to wait till he’s back in the state where she’s licensed to have their session.

Over the next few weeks, Sandra communicates with colleagues who suggest the best way to provide life coaching is to separate it from one’s private practice entirely. One colleague even tells her that he’s retired his clinical license and closed his practice, and now provides only life coaching: it’s simply easier and more lucrative for him, he’d explained. Sandra doesn’t want to go this route, but she does see the utility of having the freedom and flexibility to see clients out-of-state. She also starts to like the idea of not having to worry about continuing education requirements, diagnosing, and insurance claims—at least on the coaching side.

She begins making a plan to have both a life-coaching business and a therapy practice. I’ll open a second LLC, she thinks. She also makes plans to take a life-coaching course, so she’s better informed about the differences between providing life coaching and psychotherapy. I’ll provide life coaching only to out-of-state clients, she decides.

Although these are all smart moves, an old saying comes to mind when I think of the ethical risks that still linger: once a therapist, always a therapist. Here’s what I mean by that. Not long ago, a participant in one of my ethics seminars made a comment that he conducted life coaching sessions through his life coaching business in the same way he conducted psychotherapy sessions in his clinical practice. He saw nothing problematic about this. He had the therapeutic skills—why not use them? But we wouldn’t provide dental or medical services through our life coaching businesses, even if we had the skills—so why do we do this with psychotherapy services?

If Sandra opened a life-coaching business and used therapy techniques as a coach, would she be breaking the law? Maybe. State laws and licensing rules define mental health services provided by social workers, psychologists, professional counselors, and marriage and family therapists. To provide these services, an individual must be licensed by the state (or be under clinical supervision). If an individual, including a life coach, provides these kinds of services, they could be viewed as providing regulated mental health services illegally. Simply being capable of providing a service doesn’t make it legal to do so if the service is supposed to be offered within certain parameters, or in a particular context.

Although Sandra is capable of providing the regulated clinical services that fall within the scope of practice of her license, she wouldn’t be able to legally provide these services through her life-coaching business. And although there’s no legally required code of ethics for life coaches, it would still be in her best interest to maintain appropriate boundaries with her clients and document her efforts to do so. Again, the possibility of client confusion would exist and need to be managed. And if a litigious client or disgruntled employee realized that Sandra was doing something potentially illegal, unethical, or outside the standard of care, they might exploit the situation by threatening to sue Sandra or file a complaint with her licensing board. I’ve run into this kind of scenario many times, and the provider always exclaims, “I never saw this coming!”

Lower-Risk Scenario. Sandra emails Roy that she needs to do a little research before seeing him next week when he’s out of state. She checks her professional liability insurance policy to see if she’d be covered in the event of a complaint to her licensing board or a civil suit if she provided life coaching to a psychotherapy client, and discovers she wouldn’t be. She also learns that in some states, there are licensing rules or licensing board policies that limit and even prohibit license holders from providing life coaching (because the primary mission of licensing boards is to protect the public.) It turns out that the licensing board for Sandra’s license type has a policy on its website stating that any licensee who publicly presents themselves as a life coach must comply with the relevant rules for the profession regulated by the board, as well as all ethical obligations.

Sandra lets Roy know that she’ll need to see him in two weeks, when he returns from his trip and is back in state. At that time, she’ll discuss with him the limits of providing psychotherapy across state lines, and they’ll brainstorm alternatives for future sessions when he travels.

Ethical Cheat Sheet

Given that I haven’t been able to make myself into an AI hologram who can appear in therapist’s offices at the drop of a hat (yet!), I’ve created the next best thing: an ethical cheatsheet. (I get that putting ethical and cheat together is a bit of an oxymoron, but even ethical therapists need cheat sheets). If you do decide to combine psychotherapy and life coaching, my biggest piece of advice is to familiarize yourself with the risks and proceed with caution. Here are 10 guiding principles you can refer to if you ever find yourself in a situation like Sandra’s.

Provide clients with informed consent. Have an informed consent process for the life coaching business that highlights the fact that life coaching is not psychotherapy, professional counseling, or any other regulated mental health service. And keep in mind that since there’s no legal definition of life coaching, no legal standards regarding training for life coaching, and no yardstick for competence or standard of care, you may have a tough time offering evidence that you’re competent to provide this particular service.

Client privacy. In the informed-consent process for a life-coaching business, be sure to emphasize that the privacy laws that apply to health care providers and their clients/patients do not apply to clients of a life coach. Without these protections, clients’ records and communications with the life coach are more vulnerable to access by others.

Communicate clear boundaries. On your website, in your informed consent documents, and in your interactions with potential clients, make sure they know what services you offer and their risks and benefits. Establish policies that prevent clients from switching back and forth between your clinical practice and your life-coaching business.

Keep your psychotherapy and life coaching services separate. The more separation the better. Avoid mixing life coaching and mental health services with the same client. Maintain separate websites and social media accounts. Develop a clear understanding of the differences between these two approaches—not an easy thing to do when life coaching remains a service for which no legal or recognized definition exists. Life coaching client records shouldn’t be kept in the same electronic health record or practice management system with clients’ clinical records.

Check your state licensing rules and board policies. Keep in mind that as a licensed professional you may still be expected to follow the laws and standards of your profession even when you’re providing life coaching. Also, never associate your license with life coaching (e.g., on your life coaching website) or imply in any other way that you’re using your license in conjunction with your life coaching business.

Communicate with your professional liability insurance. Determine if your professional liability insurance covers the life coaching services that you yourself want to provide to your clients, whether as part of a clinical practice or through a separate life coaching business.

Never provide life coaching in lieu of mental health treatment. If you’re providing life coaching through a life coaching business—even if you’re a licensed therapist—you need to refer life coaching clients who need a higher level of care to an appropriate licensed mental health provider.

Avoid confusing your clients. Remember, if all this is confusing to us it is even more likely to be confusing to the public. At all times be aware of the possibilities of your clinical clients being confused. It is your responsibility to take steps to mitigate these risks.

Avoid getting complacent. As a therapist, continuously ask yourself, Are my actions consistent with the standard of care that would be applied to a professional with similar education, training, and experience? If your professional actions are not consistent with laws, licensing rules, or your code of ethics then you will not be meeting the standard of care. This makes you vulnerable both ethically and legally.

Document your decision-making process. When clinicians encounter complex or otherwise challenging situations, I encourage them to use a decision-making model like my Multiple Perspective Model. Decision-making models provide a structured approach to decision-making. By documenting your decision-making process, you’re showing your thoughtfulness and care in the choices you make. This will be helpful if you ever need to explain your actions to a licensing board or in court.

A Note on Interstate Compacts. Calling psychotherapy life coaching as a workaround for cross-state practice is not in keeping with laws, licensing rules, or codes of ethics and should not be done. Fortunately, with the advent of interstate compacts like PSYPACT, the Counseling Compact, and the Social Work Licensure Compact, cross-state practice is likely to become less difficult. These multi-state agreements will facilitate therapists practicing across state lines, but there will still be compact rules to abide by.

Ultimately, therapists who want to avoid laws and regulations may continue to see life coaching as an appealing workaround. It’ll be up to individual therapists to determine the path they forge.

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On an unremarkable Sunday afternoon in 2019, my eight-year-old, K, texted me from her bedroom, which was one floor above me in the kitchen. She’d just gotten her first iPad, and she was obviously feeling giddy with her newfound messaging power.

“Mom?”

“Yes K.”

“Do people grow out of autism? Can they?”

“Nope. It’s not a disease or an illness. It’s just a unique brain. You can’t outgrow something that isn’t broken.”

“Ok, that was touching and informational.”

“Thanks for the feedback.”

While my kiddo has always had a propensity for deep, existential curiosity, the brain she was wondering about that day was her own. Years before I was an “autism expert,” and decades before my own late diagnosed autism and ADHD, I was a 30-something school social worker, single parenting two young and wildly different kiddos. K was my brilliant, creative, outspoken, dog-loving and very sensitive little girl, who introduced me to the world of what sure as hell didn’t look like Autism to me at the time.

She was chatty, adventurous, and socially fearless. She was walking at eight months and running two days later. She was potty trained by one and reading fourth-grade novels by five. K was truly a force of nature from the moment she entered my life, with a smile that could light up a room. It was unexpected and confusing to see such a small body ride a bike, spell words backward before she could read, and display a photographic memory of facts and details. Simultaneously, it was impossible to ignore the three-hour meltdowns after transitioning home from school, the anxiety she felt from the shock of having a substitute teacher, or the intense pain she seemed to experience when riding in the car or wearing shoes. K visibly had a nervous system that always seemed to be at odds with the world around her.

We’d spent years auditioning a rotating cast of helpers in an attempt to decode K. Our ever-evolving professional squad took us on a diagnostic tour that began with “everything seems normal,” went to sensory processing disorder, then ADHD, anxiety, and depression. Eventually, we arrived at autism.

While the “A-word” terrified many parents at the time, it felt like a relief to me. After all, the autistic kids on my caseload were my favorite ones. I didn’t initially see autism in K, but in the early 2000s, there wasn’t much talk of autistic girls. Her struggles and strengths seemed to make sense in this framework. So, I did what moms do: I became obsessed with learning as much about autism as I could, a decision that would eventually transform not just my parenting, but also my career, my relationships, and my approach to my own lifelong struggles.

Autism is genetic. This quest to understand K’s brain would lead me to understand mine. It was the BOGO deal of a lifetime. For the low price of one neuropsychological report, we changed our lives and redefined our entire lineage. Once I let go of outdated medical model frameworks and the white, cis male version of autism I’d been trained in, and once I saw autism as a neurotype rather than a pathology, it was like flipping on the lights in a room I’d been stumbling around my entire life.

Suddenly, my grandfather wasn’t cold when he avoided his entire family to build clocks in the basement on Christmas Day: he was overstimulated. My favorite family members weren’t rude: they were direct and unfiltered, which I’d always preferred. My childhood memories would reorganize themselves with clarity as my awareness grew: the sense of isolation, the intense passions, the struggles with relationships, and the lifelong anxiety. This new perspective didn’t heal the harm I’d suffered as a result of being misunderstood, but it reframed it. It didn’t rewrite the history of my trauma, but it contextualized it.

I’d come to see myself in this framing, not as a failed version of who I was supposed to be, but as part of a lineage—of artists, engineers, feelers, builders, creators, and “obsessors.” Some had thrived. Some hadn’t. But all of them had deserved to be seen and validated.

This understanding changed how I related to my daughter, my family, my clients, and ultimately myself. When I look back at that text from my daughter, I’m proud of how quickly I responded, and how sure I was of myself. But I’m even more proud that what I texted her was true. You can’t outgrow, heal, prevent, cure, or fix something that isn’t broken. You can only stop pretending that it is.

What’s Spreading Isn’t Autism

In 2025, K is a thriving teenager, well supported with academic accommodations, a network of friends, a newfound love of volleyball, and copious amounts of time at her job as a volunteer at the SPCA. Our love language is built on humor, capybara Tik Toks, and discussions of Love on the Spectrum. K knows who she is, and her neurodivergence is not one of the most interesting things about her. I don’t worry about how she views her neurodivergence, but I do worry about the hatred, ableism, and exclusionary mistruths that are being spewed all around us.

If anything is causing danger to our children and families, it’s the unraveling of progress. Just months ago, I was glowing with the buzz of palpable change. Federal agencies, large corporations, therapy practices, and treatment facilities were hiring neurodivergent consultants. They were hiring me. They were hungry for better interviewing practices for neurodivergent applicants. They took notes as I presented a steady stream of PowerPoints on how to create a neuro-affirming workplace. Managers were learning about sensory accommodations, better communication, ableism, and ways that all of us could make the workplace safer for ND brains. Therapists were finally getting trained to recognize autism in women and gender-diverse clients. After each talk, I’d receive emotional emails thanking me for making invisible struggles visible, for helping people feel seen.

And then, almost overnight, it stopped.

Those same initiatives have been gutted. In some federal spaces, you can’t even say the word inclusion. Training budgets for neurodivergent-affirming workplaces have dried up. My presentations for government employees have been canceled. At the FBI Academy in Quantico, the word diversity was removed from our core values and literally painted over on the walls. It was erased from a mural that once included words like fairness, compassion, and integrity. DEIA programs and Employee Resource Groups have been forcibly disbanded, as if equity itself became too offensive to name. My marginalized clients are under attack for being disabled, for being female, for being queer, for being trans, for needing supports. And now, the U.S. Secretary of Health and Human services—a man with no medical, psychological, or therapeutic training—is telling the world that autistic brains are tragedies.

My caseload of high-masking autistic adults is suddenly facing categorical denials of the accommodations that allow them to stay employed. These aren’t people in entry-level positions. My clients are physicists, linguists, engineers, computer programmers, app developers, intelligence analysts, cybersecurity specialists, architects, data scientists, and more. All highly specialized. All highly sought-after. All tax-paying professionals whose brains power critical systems. Oh, and they’re all Autistic. But they now risk being pushed out, not because they can’t do their jobs, but because we’ve begun denying them the ability to remain supported enough to work.

The Danger of “They’ll Never”

Control is a fallacy. Nobody can predict the children we’ll have, the people they’ll become, or the struggles we’ll face parenting them. Therapists often appreciate this unpredictability, and revel in the beauty of the kind of growth, resiliency, and hope people committed to showing up for themselves can find in the face of uncertainty. Hope may be the most valuable gift we can give our clients. And yet RFK Jr.’s recent declarations about Autistic children present them in a tired, outdated, “less than” view that’s not only wildly inaccurate, but incredibly damaging.

His exact words were: “Autism destroys families, and more importantly, it destroys our greatest resource, which is our children. These are children who should not be suffering like this,” he said. “These are kids who will never pay taxes. They’ll never hold a job. They’ll never play baseball. They’ll never write a poem. They’ll never go out on a date. Many of them will never use a toilet unassisted.”

This kind of language is cruel. “Never will” strips Autistic people of their complexity, their capacity, their self-determination, and their dignity. It paints them as burdens, not as full humans who deserve support, accommodations, and agency. And it’s the kind of language that historically precedes harmful policy. When we tell the world that a certain kind of brain is a public health crisis, we open the door to treating people with those kinds of brains as problems to be solved, rather than people to be understood and supported. Framing autism as something that “destroys families” reinforces outdated, ableist stereotypes. I’ve worked with hundreds of Autistic clients raising Autistic children, and I can tell you: our families are whole. Our lives are valuable. And our differences are not a tragedy.

If Autism is an “epidemic,” as RFK, Jr. says, what do you have to say about those of us who are thriving? For those of us with high-support needs, who live full lives with assistance, where do you draw the line of human value? What does baseball and toileting have to do with human value? Yes, some individuals need more support. That’s not just a reality of autism—that’s a reality of being human. Bodies and brains exist in many forms and capacities. None of us should have to prove our worth to exist. So let’s talk about funding, access, inclusion, and real services to support those who need it. But blaming environmental toxins or vaccines doesn’t get us any closer to helping actual people. It just distracts from the truth: Autistic people have always existed. We’re just finally being seen.

Autism is not caused by ultrasounds, food dyes, or pesticides. It’s genetic. This is not a fringe opinion, it’s a well-established, evidence-based reality that’s supported by decades of research. The rise in diagnoses reflects better awareness, expanded criteria, and the long-overdue recognition of Autistic people who were previously ignored, especially women, LGBTQIA+ folks, and those in BIPOC communities. We’ve been forced to seek our own care through social media and online spaces because far too often, our medical system is run or influenced by people like RFK Jr., and awareness, guidance, and resources are dangerously lacking.

Today, people flock to get diagnosed, often later in life, because they’re finding that diagnosis can lead to something transformative: acceptance, understanding, and accommodations. Everyone deserves to have what I was able to experience when I realized what autism actually meant for me. When I was able to look back at my struggles and successes through an autism lens, I didn’t just “find myself,” I found that I actually like myself. Not the masked self I presented to others in an effort to make them accept me, but the self I found when I stopped forcing my own conformity, the quirky, intense, creative, emotional, sensitive, fast-talking, always moving, forever thinking, nerd that I am. I like her. And when I welcomed her, I also found a framework to understand my challenges and, better yet, the tools I needed to navigate them. When neurodivergent brains learn to properly accommodate themselves, everything changes. Safety, connection, peace, and even success can be found in places many of us thought were off-limits.

For years, people thought the “full spectrum” of autism was represented in stereotypical, media-generated, male savants like Dustin Hoffman’s character, Raymond Babbitt in Rain Man, Sam Gardener from Atypical, or Dr. Shaun Murphy on The Good Doctor. But autism in women and other non-male genders is often undetectable to the untrained eye. Their Autism, and mine, is hidden in layers of careful mimicry and an intense focus on “fitting in.” Many Autistic women and gender-diverse adults learn to blend in so well that they don’t even realize they’re assimilating. We’re often trying to survive in a world that feels confusing, unfamiliar, and “off,” but we’re told it’s us who needs fixing. With understanding, we can often find empathy—for ourselves and from others.

Autism isn’t new. It was never caused by vaccines. Neurodivergence is a part of your genetic wiring, and this is the reality of your human experience from the day you’re born. In essence, it’s caused by your grandpa—the straight shooting business owner/professor at Georgetown, who loves woodworking and reading, and doesn’t get all caught up in his feelings,” who married your grandma, who has a pottery studio in the backyard, makes her own wool yarn from sheep on her farm, becomes an expert in dozens of unique types of crafts, and then goes on to breed rare Australian dogs. That’s where it’s from: your family.

Autistic adults, like the forementioned ones in my family, are regularly called quirky, unusual, a little off, emotionally immature, narcissistic, bipolar, borderline, OCD, addicts, and weird. All of these labels detract from the fact that they were born neurodivergent. Before they were “off,” before they picked up a drink, before they took on unique hobbies, puns, and obsessive interests, their brain was different. Some unique brains become famous; some die by suicide because the world has repeatedly and relentlessly failed to support them. And as helping professionals, we haven’t been trained to identify or support these brains. Instead of developing evidence-based practices to prevent neurodivergent burnout, mental health crises, or the worst case, suicide, we’re diverting the attention to places where we’ve proven it doesn’t need to go: debunked theories of autism that serve a distinct financial purpose.

The Epidemic We Should Be Naming

Theodore Woodward, a medical researcher and Nobel Prize nominee, famously said to his students at the University of Maryland School of medicine, “When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.” He wanted to remind them that doctors should prioritize obvious and common explanations before considering rare and unusual ones.

Autism is no longer a mysterious anomaly of the human condition, whispered about only in the halls of special education. What we once thought of as a rare zebra is actually a common horse. But here’s the thing: we neurodivergent people might be everywhere—we’re the business owners, the CEO’s, the scientists, the doctors, the therapists, the government agency leaders, the public speakers, the entertainers, the authors, the comedians, the creators, the tech gurus, the code writers—but we’re also burning out, dropping out, and dying at higher rates than our neurotypical peers. The difference between those of us who thrive and those of us who don’t often comes down to one thing: accommodations. Autistic people are not a puzzle to be solved. We’re a population to be supported with funded services, inclusive classrooms, and neurodiversity-affirming care.

The push to find a single environmental culprit to explain the prevalence of autism—mold, pesticides, vaccines, or air pollution might seem like science-driven curiosity, but it’s rooted in the belief that our existence requires an explanation, and better yet, a villain. Sure, there are complex interplays of genetics and environment that shape every human brain, but don’t dress up fearmongering and call it advocacy. If there’s an epidemic afoot, it’s that of misinformation paired with the death of empathy. I am not an epidemic. My family wasn’t taken out by a wave of environmental toxins that made us anxious and socially unique, any more than mold gifted us our brilliant minds and creativity.

Further complicating an already concerning situation, this administration is now proposing the creation of an Autism Registry to “track the disease.” Let’s be clear: this registry is not about research, services, or support. It’s about monitoring and control. The Autistic community is terrified.

So, here’s my promise, and I hope others will make it theirs, as well: I’ll keep doing what I do best. I’ll keep offering safety, acceptance, accommodations, and real support to my family, my clients, and my community. I’ll also be pushing back, right alongside every single passionate helper in the Autistic community, on every harmful, misinformed word RFK and others like him speak from behind podiums, now, and for as long as we need to.

We are raising the first generation of Autistic kids who know they’re not broken. We are healing Autistic adults who are learning they never were.

We are not a disease or illness. We have unique brains. And we can’t and don’t need to cure or outgrow something that isn’t broken.

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When it comes to improving our knowledge as therapists, I’ve found that while the process of learning is hard, the process of unlearning is even harder. When I became a therapist in 1987, our field’s understanding of autism was limited—and I kept up as it evolved. But five years ago, decades into working with young Autistic clients and their families, a mother inadvertently changed what I thought I knew about the Autistic experience.

In a tireless effort to advocate for her son, she sent me article after article on Pathological Demand Avoidance (PDA). I’d heard of PDA before, but as I dove deeper into the literature, I had a lightbulb moment, followed my many more. I started to better understand many of my previous clients; through a PDA lens, it was clear why they hadn’t made progress using conventional therapy and behavioral methods. Suddenly, I was unlearning the picture of autism that much of my career had been built upon.

Commonly thought to be a subtype or profile of autism, PDA is a nervous system difference that involves an overactive threat response to a perceived lack of autonomy and equality. To cope with this chronic source of dysregulation and reduce their overwhelming anxiety, PDAers often seek safety and regulation through behaviors that help them feel in control of other people and situations. Although the concept of PDA has been around since the 1980s, when it came out of the United Kingdom, it’s not recognized as an official diagnosis in the United States. In other words, you won’t find it in the DSM.

Many people who work in the autism community have heard of PDA, but even autism awareness advocates can be quick to dismiss it as another unnecessary label related to the wide spectrum of neurodivergence. Many don’t fully appreciate it as a unique experience, one that’s often mislabeled and misdiagnosed, and left unsupported. After all, PDAers don’t usually fit the stereotypical presentation of autism: they tend to make eye contact and be quite socially driven. When these kids feel secure and in control, they can appear very confident and engaging. They can also appear content even when they’re suffering immensely inside.

When the suffering is externalized, the resulting meltdowns can be intense and scary, and the accumulative stress often leads to long-term nervous system burnout, where the child is unable to function. Yet teachers, pediatricians, and even family members often dismiss these extreme nervous system responses as a function of “problematic parenting.” Maybe they’ll recommend a book on how to hold boundaries, or they’ll relay some “war stories” of their own. Too often, they fail to realize that the PDAer’s overactive amygdala is stuck in fight-protection mode, or that they’re in burnout from masking all day to cope with an environment that’s not built to support them.

In 2020, I founded PDA North America, a fast-growing nonprofit dedicated to raising awareness of PDA. We offer regular webinars, as well as parent groups, trainings, and an annual conference. Our thousands of members are desperate to bring PDA out of the shadows, so PDAers and their families can find the validation and support they need. I often hear statements from parents of PDAers like, “None of the other diagnoses my child was given—ASD, OCD, ADHD, even ODD—ever really fit.” Or, “I tried to follow the guidance I was given on parenting a child with behavioral challenges, but none of it worked.” Or, “My gut told me we were missing something about my kid, but everyone just made me feel like I was crazy.”

These kinds of statements aren’t surprising: a 2018 study from the PDA Society polling U.K. families with PDAers found that nearly 70 percent of parents reported feeling a lack of acceptance of PDA to be a barrier to getting support. Sixty-six percent reported that they felt what their child needed was either “not considered, not properly understood, or not properly implemented.”

At a basic level, even the name PDA is grossly misleading: not only is pathological stigmatizing, but demand avoidance does little to capture what’s actually going on for individuals who fit this neurotype. Fortunately, there’s a growing movement to rename PDA as Pervasive Drive for Autonomy. After all, at its core, PDA is about autonomy—and a nervous system that experiences threat when it feels pressured to take action.

Of course, maintaining a sense of autonomy in a society like ours, especially for kids, is impossible without significant accommodations. Stressed PDAers will experience a fluctuating window of tolerance for the basic tasks required in daily life, like transitioning from one activity to the next (a demand they don’t always have control over), eating and toileting (hunger and needing to go to the bathroom being internal demands they can’t control), and going to school (where they face many demands to complete tasks or sit still, putting significant dings in their extraordinary need for autonomy). Eventually, many PDAers can no longer tolerate mainstream school. The same 2018 study of U.K. families with PDAers found that nearly 70 percent of children with PDA had trouble tolerating their school environment. In burnout, many can’t leave the house, even for activities they enjoy and want to participate in.

When I see families in situations like this, it’s easy to understand why we describe PDA, and autism more broadly, as a nervous system disability. For PDAers, it’s not a matter of won’t; it’s a matter of can’t. They can’t eat the thing you’re telling them to eat, answer the question you’re telling them to answer, play the game you’re telling them to play—because you’re telling them to do it. The problem is most people don’t see PDA this way. And leaning on traditional strategies to get a kid (or even an adult) to do things—rewarding, punishing, bribing, shaming, cajoling, threatening, even thoughtful explaining—won’t work with a PDAer whose sense of autonomy is so closely linked to their sense of safety. This isn’t about willful refusal, or even anxious avoidance: this is a brain at war with itself. PDAers describe being in a constant state of “push-pull”—a hard way to live that, without the proper support, easily leads to burnout.

According to Donna Henderson, a clinical neuropsychologist for over three decades and coauthor of Is This Autism?: A Guide for Clinicians and Everyone Else, being Autistic means “that you have a different kind of nervous system.” But a PDAer’s nervous system is next level, even for an Autistic person. And being in near-constant protection mode often translates in kids to behaviors like hitting, biting, throwing, using hurtful language, experiencing meltdowns that can last hours, or freezing and completely shutting down. Even adult PDAers who have good support and a cache of coping mechanisms can struggle intensely with traditional work environments, rules, and relationships.

If it all sounds overwhelming, it’s helpful to reframe PDA meltdowns as panic attacks, not misbehavior. Panic attacks usually evoke empathy and support from other people; whereas misbehaviors usually evoke punishment, or at the very least, a firm reprimand. Obviously, the latter will only activate a nervous system in protection mode, but less obviously, so will talking too much and moving too close to them, even in an attempt to validate their feelings or gently explain the “natural consequences” of their behaviors. If you’re not in your thinking brain, how can you be expected to process these actions as anything bur further threats?

And yet, as we all know, a distressed nervous system is in need of close connection. Polyvagal Theory posits that neuroception, essentially the body’s subconscious surveillance system, is constantly on the lookout for any possible threats to safety and connection. For PDAers, whose neuroception is so acute it perceives threat where others don’t, connection becomes even more essential. So therein lies the challenge for caregivers: connecting with a kid whose dysregulation often manifests in “aggressive” behaviors, and in ways that may feel counterintuitive to neurotypical people who don’t know about PDA.

“Please Put on Your Shoes!”

I recently met the parent of a funny, creative, precocious, sweet four-year-old who was teetering on the verge of burnout and flew into a dysregulated rage if he wasn’t the first person to go through a door, or if anyone tried to help him open any door. If his parents touched his socks before he felt ready to put them on, or took a bite of food before he felt ready to eat, he’d scream that he hated them and demand they throw away the socks or food entirely, making eating and getting dressed nearly impossible on some days. Then, he’d cry in agony because he actually wanted to put on his socks and eat his food and go through the door that was too heavy for him to open by himself.

Small transitions, even just getting out of bed, were often accompanied by biting and torrents of words like, “I want to burn you down, Mommy!” And then, even more distressing, “I want to die.” And then a physical collapse, accompanied by flailing limbs and an insistence that his feet don’t work and his legs are broken. Sometimes, he’d accuse his parents and friends of “breaking” him, even if they were standing across the room.

Although versions of these dysregulated behaviors had been present since this boy was an infant, his mom only started to worry after he started pre-K, his issues worsened, and none of the parenting strategies she tried helped him. In pre-K, there were rigid rules and a social system that involved nearly 30 other kids. There were expectations and instructions to follow.

While his teachers reported nothing unusual in the classroom (mostly he was shy and shut down), at home he coped with his increasing anxiety by insisting he was the teacher, barking orders at his parents in a made-up authoritarian voice, and marching them in a line around the house. If either of them broke away to make dinner or start a bath or even go to the bathroom, he’d throw everything he could get his hands on across the room and hurl his body against the walls.

Playdates with his friends, which he valued and asked for, got harder to manage for his parents, who felt judged by other parents for the accommodations they made for him. Even when his mom sought help from therapists (she worked in the mental health field), she felt blamed for his behaviors and was told to hold firmer boundaries. The more his parents followed this advice, the more dysregulated and anxious he became. At four, even though he’d never once been told he was “bad” by his parents, he’d internalized so much shame that he often either claimed he was a “bad boy” or projected that everyone around him was “bad.”

Any parent to a PDAer knows that holding boundaries—no matter how firmly or gently or creatively—requires a serious cost/benefit analysis. Is insisting my kid brush his teeth tonight worth a two-hour meltdown that will just delay bedtime and make the morning routine even harder? Punishments usually increase dysregulation for PDAers, as do rewards, since they can interpret praise as a demand to repeat a certain behavior. In fact, most standard approaches to parenting, which rely on the hierarchy between parent and child, don’t apply in a PDA household. The only reliable interpersonal leverage caregivers have when it comes to influencing their child’s behavior rests on trust and connection. If a PDAer doesn’t perceive a caregiver as an equal and a collaborator, then even a simple request to put on a pair of shoes may be perceived as a threat.

At this point, since many PDAers are extremely creative and socially driven, they may respond with interesting negotiations: I’ll put on my shoes in 20 minutes, not 10, but I’ll need puzzle time first. Then I’ll go, but wear these pants, no shoes, and we’ll have to bring this giant dump truck with us. If these accommodations aren’t met, the PDAer’s anxiety-based need for control might escalate, and their tactics along with it: I can’t go because I’m really a cat (creative excuses), I can’t do it; you can’t make me! (firm refusal), If you make me do it, I’ll run away (threats), I heard a funny joke today! (distraction). If they still feel pressure, the dysregulation may flood their system, resulting in kicking, screaming, insults, or other outwardly aggressive behaviors. It helps parents to remember that in these panic attacks of sorts, the PDAer is unable to process language, use reasoning, or problem-solve.

In PDA households, parents are walking on eggshells, desperate, exhausted, and burning out. The light they find at the end of the tunnel usually only comes when they’re able to connect with people who understand PDA, let go of the near-ubiquitous pressure to use conventional parenting strategies, and learn as much as they can about what makes their kid feel safe and connected. There are no “strategies” to implement, only constant attunement as a co-regulator. Some people see success with “low-pressure parenting” and using declarative language whenever possible (I wonder if you can put on your shoes, rather than please put on your shoes). But everything boils down to the PDA child’s nervous system (and, of course, the co-regulating parents’ nervous systems). When a PDAer’s nervous system gets overheated, they exert control to reduce that anxiety—by being bossy or demanding, by negotiating, or by doing something outrageous or shocking, even at their own expense.

The Mindshift

Shortly before turning my attention to PDA, I’d spent a few years doing behavior assessments for children who were struggling in school. Many of these children had trauma histories. I noted in my assessments that many of the behavioral “problems” these children exhibited were actually trauma responses, like hypervigilance, high anxiety, and high levels of self-protection. My advice to teachers was to take a relationship-based approach to help the child feel safe. Once they felt safe, their nervous system would settle and the “problem” behavior would subside.

When I learned about PDA, I was struck by the similarities between PDAers and those who’d suffered trauma. Of course, trauma doesn’t cause autism, but our understanding of trauma’s effect on the nervous system can be applied to our understanding of how to support PDAers—if only we’d stop seeing PDA behaviors as intentional manipulation or the result of permissive parenting that can be countered with rigorous behavioral interventions. In fact, PDA North America was born from my late-life realization that my attempts to support Autistic people by focusing on behavior was sorely misguided.

Almost 40 years ago, I became a social worker. And about 18 years ago, I also got trained as a board-certified behavior analyst, thinking I’d be able to reduce the rigidity in the field of behavior change from the inside. Although I was unsuccessful in making any systemic changes, I used my position to help the students I worked with by taking a more compassionate approach than they were used to—while also wrestling with the fact that my role as a behavior analyst was triggering for many people in the autism community who’d had negative experiences with previous behavior analysts. I never officially did behavioral therapy, but I came to realize that by associating with it, I was doing my clients more harm than good, and last year, decided to give up my certification.

Supporting PDAers

On my first day of kindergarten, I had a meltdown so disruptive that the school director decided I couldn’t stay in class. She sent me to her house next door to be monitored by her teenage daughter. Instead of lecturing, shaming, or disciplining me, the director’s daughter gave me a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. Decades later, I still remember how this response to my misbehavior felt in my body, and the relief I experienced at being given the opportunity to gently, effortlessly calm down in another person’s caring presence. If a behavioral specialist had been present, they would’ve said the director’s daughter was rewarding my disruptive behavior. Not too long ago, I might have worried about that too.

If our society is going to turn a corner on how we think about and respond to dysregulation, we need to change our behaviorist mindset. It won’t be easy. The American education system and modern approaches to parenting are built on behaviorism. When a child repeatedly becomes dysregulated in school—whether they have an autism diagnosis or not—the response is usually to perform behavior assessments before creating a behavior intervention plan, which rewards behaviors deemed “positive” and punishes those deemed “negative.” On the surface, this appears to make sense. And in the short term, the plan might appear to work as frightened, dysregulated kids mask their overwhelm. But over the long term, these plans only exacerbate a child’s feelings of failure and shame and send their nervous system into overdrive.

There are folks who’ve been working tirelessly to bring PDA into the light, long before most Americans took notice. In 2008, PDA was mentioned on the website for the U.K.’s National Autistic Society. In 2011, British educators Phil Christie and Ruth Fidler wrote the groundbreaking book Understanding Pathological Demand Avoidance in Children. And in 2013, the U.K.’s PDA Society created the first PDA Awareness Day. Still, more work needs to be done, here and abroad. Last June, I coauthored the book Navigating PDA in America: A Framework to Support Anxious, Demand-Avoidant, Autistic Children, Teens and Young Adults with Ruth Fidler. I believe it champions a move in the right direction, a call for American audiences to think about ways we might reform our education and healthcare systems to be more PDA-friendly. Notably, the word pathological doesn’t appear on the cover.

What kind of support do people with a PDA profile and their families need? First, it’s important to think of supporting them as creating a new mindset, not implementing a strategy. Rather than promote interventions that challenge PDAers, we can encourage parents, teachers, therapists, and other adults in positions of authority to remember their priorities in difficult moments with a PDAer. Is the most important thing to force compliance in this particular situation, or to grant a child the autonomy they need to soothe a dysregulated nervous system?

Furthermore, we can depersonalize rules. We can use indirect language and think aloud. We can make sure PDAers experience the empowerment that comes from taking the lead on planning their schedule and routines. We can be spontaneous, use humor, and listen to and seek to understand seemingly defiant behaviors rather than indulging in excessive reactivity and trying to make PDAers conform to our rigid standards and expectations. And we can forgive ourselves and regroup in community when we inevitably fall short of the “perfectly attuned parent” ideal, remembering that parents of PDAers are constantly swimming upstream against the currents of modern neurotypical parenting assumptions pervading not just playgrounds but all our institutions. We can recognize that supporting children, teens, and young adults with PDA profiles takes collaboration and partnerships. We should share tasks, practice empathy, and avoid using rewards and consequences to attempt to shape behavior.

Schools can and should follow suit. Many U.S. schools don’t realize that students with a PDA profile are having problems until they stop attending. And PDAers often don’t meet the criteria to receive support like an IEP or 504 plan because their disability doesn’t always correlate with poor school performance. The PDAer’s atypical presentation of autism also interferes with staff viewing the student as autistic, even if they’ve received a diagnosis. And once again, the behavioral approach looms large in our schools. All of this needs to change.

For much of my career, I felt it was my responsibility to “control” therapy sessions, thinking that therapy was something I did to a client rather than with them. But now, especially with my clients who have PDA, I share control, and sometimes offer it to them. In this way, therapy becomes a partnership—and that’s incredibly empowering for PDAers, who are so often misunderstood, questioned, and ostracized because of their anxiety-based need to exercise leadership and autonomy.

There have been times when my clients start to become dysregulated in the middle of a session and say they need to take a break, play a game on their phone, or grab a bite to eat. And I comply. Making sure the client is comfortable is another way of connecting and soothing an active nervous system.

My guiding principle is that everything I do is in the client’s best interest, which might be responding to texts, calls, or emails outside of work hours, seeing a client even if they’re behind on a payment, or choosing not to charge a client for a missed session because they have a disability that prevented them from attending. I know that with neurotypical clients, this might be considered having poor boundaries, enabling a client’s sense of entitlement, or being conflict avoidant. I know that some of my colleagues feel my approach is a bit strange or wacky. But with PDAers, you’re in an entirely different psychological reality that requires you stay open, hyperattuned, and completely flexible.

If a client has a public meltdown or fights with a sibling or parent (or an adult PDAer gets written up for some infraction at work), I’ll follow the client’s lead when deciding how much it needs to be addressed in our session. I’ve found that overprocessing these events isn’t helpful with clients who’ve already internalized so much shame. And the unintentional judgement that accompanies our attempts to shape their behavior often makes things worse for everyone. To quote child psychologist Ross Greene, stress responses are like a fever telling you a person is sick and needs help. So much of my work is just helping clients pay attention to their nervous systems and understand what they need to feel better.

Since becoming PDA-informed, I cringe at the way I used to try to copy other therapists who seemed more formal and distant in sessions. I was never really able to pull it off, and now, I’m grateful I wasn’t. This new way of seeing and supporting my clients is far more effective and feels more natural to me. And it turns out there’s a reason it makes so much intuitive sense to me: last year, weeks short of my 66th birthday, I was diagnosed as Autistic after a few adult PDA colleagues suggested I may not be as neurotypical as I’d always assumed I was.

Today, I realize that my job is to attune to the client, not to offer some sort of guidance from a place of supposed enlightenment. Yes, this can be challenging when PDAers and their parents come to therapy looking for quick fixes. But I often find that, slowly and collaboratively, when I make space for clients to join the therapeutic process of discovery and understanding, we’re both better for it.

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As a kid, I loved the smell of pizza but couldn’t allow myself to eat it. If you’d asked me to explain why, I would’ve said I didn’t like pizza. But the truth was, pizza looked delicious. It was just forbidden—not by my parents, but by some universal law that decreed I personally did not eat pizza. I couldn’t tell you where the law came from, only that it was absolute. On Tuesdays, my school’s all-purpose gym would fill with the smell of hot tomato sauce and melted cheese, cardboard boxes piled high. If your parents paid two dollars, you could get two slices for lunch. My parents offered over and over to give me the money, but I always said no. I could no more reach out and accept a slice of pizza than I could force my body to run into traffic.

Thirty years later, I was scouring the internet to learn from Autistic adults how to better support my Autistic son. One evening, after taking him to his occupational therapist (and enjoying the therapy swings and fidget toys more than he did), I opened my laptop and came across a list of traits common in high-masking Autistic women. My jaw dropped. There I was, on the screen: All-consuming passions. Feeling alien among humans. Overwhelming empathy. Social anxiety. Sensory sensitivities. The list wasn’t diagnostic, but I had 160 out of 180 traits. In fact, the more I learned about autism as difference or disability in the areas of social relationships, language and communication, sensory processing, and attention, the more autism explained just about everything about me. I celebrated my self-diagnosis and received a clinical diagnosis nine months later.

My first year in the Autistic community did more for my mental health than 20 years of therapy had, combined. But autism alone didn’t explain the rule about pizza—because it wasn’t just pizza. I had behavior that was unusually rigid, even for an Autistic person.

As a child, I only wore skirts—even if I wanted to wear pants. At age six, cognitively precocious, I refused my parents’ pleas to get fully out of diapers, terrified not of the toilet but of giving up the power-struggle. I took the lead in every game with peers—or couldn’t play. Kids called me bossy. Adults worried I was inflexible and purist. But I couldn’t help it. In fact, the harder an adult pushed me to “be flexible,” the more entrenched I felt. A true loss of control could trigger a full-blown panic response, which I tried and sometimes failed to avoid. Once, at a family friend’s house for dinner, I sipped some (delicious) soup without asking about ingredients. When the hosts told me it was beef broth (I was a strict vegetarian), my body leapt from my chair as though stung, and my vision tunneled. I stumbled to the bathroom and knelt over the toilet, gagging and almost passing out.

When our son was four, my husband and I noticed that the sensory accommodations his OT recommended were not helping as much as we’d hoped. Our son loved the hugs, popsicles, and rhythmic singing we offered throughout his day, but he still went from calm to screaming at small triggers that had nothing to do with sensory distress or loss of routine. A misplaced crayon stroke could cause a 45-minute meltdown. Trying to wash his hands after school was a physical battle, even though he loved playing in the sink. We always got the same advice: Stay calm, meet his sensory needs, hold your boundaries, and the meltdowns will decrease.

But they didn’t.

The worst was bedtime. Each step in the routine of toothbrush, pull-up, and PJs would trigger manic dysregulation. Nothing helped. Not a visual schedule. Not singing through the steps. Not raising my voice. An early childhood specialist told me I should give three warnings, then leave the room until he was calm. I dutifully followed her advice, but all my leaving did was send my child into a panicked rage.

There had to be a better way.

When a neighbor mentioned Pathological Demand Avoidance (PDA) to me, the pieces fell into place—not only for my son, but for myself.

First described in the 1980s, PDA has gained awareness in recent years likely due to social media and an overall increase in understanding of neurodivergence. Research is ongoing, and PDA is not (yet!) in the DSM. Like many PDA advocates, I believe PDAers have hypervigilant autonomic nervous systems that flip into “survival brain” responses when faced with a lack of autonomy, control, social equality, or sources of external regulation. This threat response leads to “demand avoidance.” Many PDAers are Autistic and/or ADHD and benefit from neurodivergent-affirming strategies like special interests, sensory accommodations, and working with monotropic attention. There is an open debate in the community about the relationship between PDA and autism.

I have a hunch that PDA is not as disabling in cultures where children are granted more autonomy by default in the context of the proverbial Village. But in the West, PDAers of all ages are struggling in droves. Our threat response can impact our ability to meet basic needs like eating, toileting, sleeping, hygiene, connecting with loved ones, and staying safe. We can get triggered by both external demands (the demands of school or work) or internal demands (the sensation of hunger or needing the bathroom), and we can express our threat response in externally obvious ways (fight, flight) or more internal ways that are easy for others to miss (freeze, flop, fawn).

The PDA community is noticing other common traits. PDAers are often socially outgoing and missed for autism diagnosis among clinicians trained in Autistic stereotypes. We tend to be strong autodidacts who are charismatic, creative, and empathic when we feel regulated and safe. We often mask our threat response in places where it isn’t safe to let it out, and then fall apart later. We can have a wide range of support needs, just like the Autistic population. And we are vulnerable to debilitating burnouts.

The key to supporting PDAers is understanding that what looks like defiant, oppositional, or rigid behavior doesn’t stem from a character flaw, or “bad” or “permissive” parenting, but from an overactive autonomic threat response that requires specific accommodations to help us stay regulated. Given our particular triggers, behaviorist interventions (like “three warnings and then Mama leaves the room”) further activate the threat response and our accumulated stress. Essentially, you can’t argue with the autonomic nervous system.

I found out about PDA from a neighbor of color, but the overall roll-out of PDA as a framework has been highly unequal across race and class. Black and brown children and teens are disproportionately still diagnosed with the stigmatized oppositional defiant disorder when showing the same distressed behaviors as white PDA-identified counterparts (though many white youth still get ODD diagnoses). Higher income families are more likely to afford neurodivergent-affirming providers who flag PDA instead of ODD. Meanwhile, a diagnosis of ODD can lead to interventions that further distress any nervous system, especially one with a very sensitive trigger around loss of autonomy and social equality. Youth can end up in cycles of distress or the school-to-prison pipeline, instead of accommodated and supported. (Thanks to @BlackSpectrumScholar for raising the alarm on race and class disparities in PDA).

Although PDA is not yet recognized in any diagnostic manual, some clinicians in the U.S. and U.K. are listing it under an autism diagnosis as an unofficial subtype. Some critics question whether PDA is real, pointing to the lack of research and lack of official recognition. Others say that pathological demand avoidance is simply a trait that co-occurs with many diagnoses, including ADHD, OCD, and PTSD.

But the reality is that unaccomodated PDAers struggle in daily life. We may be unable to do things that threaten our sense of autonomy, even if we’d otherwise enjoy the task. This explained why my child could spend an hour playing in the sink but went into full fight-mode when I asked him to wash his hands. We may subconsciously create and follow strict rules about how we do tasks in order to maintain a sense of control over the demand that we do them. This explained why I had strict food rules that had nothing to do with taste or texture. And we will often assert power or status over other people to feel safe. This explained my knee-jerk need to know all the answers in any context and my child locking my husband at home when it was time for work. (These behaviors are known in the community as “equalizing,” a term coined by parent coach Casey Ehrlich.) Essentially, PDAers are extraordinarily vulnerable to threat responses and dysregulation throughout our lifespan, and our nervous system capacity is low.

Diving into the PDA community, I learned about specific accommodations that would support me and my son: lowering demands, emphasizing equality and collaboration in relationships, granting bodily autonomy, allowing for extra rest and retreat, using declarative language, and taking effective anxiety medication, to name a few.

Unfortunately, this knowledge came too late to save my child from PDA burnout. By his second winter in an inclusion preschool, just as we were learning about PDA, my child lost interest in his friends. His varied diet shrank to a handful of foods. Meltdowns became more frequent. Drop-off rituals got longer and longer, until one morning school called: he was careening around the classroom, sobbing for me.

His teacher wanted me to keep him there, lest he “have a harder time returning tomorrow.” But I was done taking advice from the so-called experts. If I continued down this road, I knew I’d lose both my child’s mental health and his trust. So I drove across town, picked him up, and brought him home from school for the last time.

At the start of burnout, my son was unable to even tinker with the engineering sets that once delighted him, and instead watched YouTube for 10 hours a day. I curled on the couch beside him, nuzzling his neck and breathing out slowly, lending him my regulated nervous system as best I could. My husband and I dropped expectations around screentime limits, mealtimes, and manners. If he panicked when we were out of a popsicle flavor, one of us hopped in the car and bought a new box. The priority was not to teach our child limits, but to teach his body what safety felt like, so that he could come out of threat response and eventually be able to learn, play, and grow again.

As we dropped demands that were too hard for my child’s nervous system, I began to see all the ways I had habitually disrespected my own. The long conversations, the crowds, the nonstop meetings, the four decades of life as a high-achieving student, activist, and rabbi. I’d been caught in what I now know is a classic PDA conundrum: I loved the social stimulation and my exciting work, but my nervous system didn’t. I’d spent hours a day internally dysregulated, eventually landing in periods of burnout myself. My threat response impacted my romantic attachment style, marriage, and relationship to the world at large.

It wasn’t just my son who needed a different life.

I did too.

It took months of coregulation, low-demand parenting, and Prozac, but the light began to return to my son’s eyes. Instead of wrestling him out the door to school in the mornings, we snuggled under a weighted blanket, watched YouTube, and cracked each other up inventing tongue twisters. Instead of fighting about handwashing in the afternoons, he engineered machines in Minecraft while I worked on freelance writing projects. In this new life, with unlimited access to his special interests and insulated from the demands that triggered his threat response, I saw proof that dysregulation and demand avoidance were not innate to my child. They were expressions of his nervous system in distress.

We were in the privileged position to accommodate him without worrying about losing our jobs or home. I lost sleep worrying about PDA or ODD families who didn’t have that privilege: the kids who were forced to continue attending school well past their nervous systems’ breaking point, who went into psychiatric and behavioral crises and often suffered violent disciplinary action at the hands of school police; and the adult PDAers facing burnout and unemployment without financial security.

With these concerns in mind, I shifted my career to coaching PDA adults and parents of PDAers with an equity-based fee scale. I wanted to ask more than just how to help PDAers out of burnout. I wanted to articulate how we might craft lives that work for our vulnerable nervous systems so that more people could be safe and well. Over time, thanks to analyzing my own lived experience, working with my clients, and studying with several wonderful PDA thought-leaders, I began to articulate something new: The PDA Safe Circle, a strengths-based approach to decreasing distress and increasing thriving for PDAers of all ages.

The approach is visual, intuitive, and highly actionable, and unlike many resources out there, it applies across the lifespan, not just to parents with PDA kids. Buoyed by the impact I’ve seen with my clients, I spent the last year working on launching The PDA Safe Circle as an app, course, and online community for PDAers and our loved ones. The community launched in late February, and I’ll be offering certification in The PDA Safe Circle Approach to coaches and clinicians, and eventually educators, as well. The project is tremendously fulfilling, combining my background in community organizing, pastoral care, and congregational leadership with my current special interest in PDA and autism.

If you’d asked me five years ago where my career would be now, I never would’ve imagined I’d have an unconventional rabbinate serving a community of neurodivergent people and our family members from all over the world. I barely knew what the word neurodivergent meant back then, let alone PDA. But in this new career, I’m able to embody my full, unmasked self to make a transformative impact in people’s lives, all while working remotely on my own schedule. The new life I needed has become manifest.

I love when my seven-year-old son makes a guest appearance in a coaching session, popping his wide smile on Zoom to share an insight about his burnout or his own safe circle. I tussle his dark hair and wrap my arm around him, filled with gratitude. In a different generation, a kid with his threat response would likely have been institutionalized. Instead, my beautiful boy is thriving in a loving home that understands his disability, celebrates his strengths, and works to make the world safer for him and all of us.

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In mid-January, I emailed the clients I normally see on Friday a few days beforehand to let them know I’d be out of the office that day. I’d spent almost the entirety of that day off sitting inside the Washington Passport Agency. Like many of those clients (most of whom are trans), as well as colleagues and other people I’m in community with, one of my biggest worries had become a reality: after Trump was sworn into office, I’d quickly have to renew my passport. I’m a transmasculine, nonbinary person who has medically transitioned, and if I’d waited to renew my passport by mail, the listed sex designation would have reverted from male back to female. I knew it could be difficult, and even dangerous, to travel if my passport said that I was female. It’s a predicament many other trans and nonbinary people now must face, among many other ongoing stressors and threats.

On January 20th, President Trump signed an executive order declaring that transgender people do not exist, proclaiming that the United States only recognizes two genders: male and female. Trump’s executive order redefines gender- and sex-related terminology and explicitly denies the existence of gender identity, erasing the legal recognition of trans, nonbinary, and intersex people. Federal agencies were effectively directed to discriminate against transgender people. Overnight, passports could no longer be renewed with an X (an option for nonbinary people and also used by some intersex people), nor with a sex designation different than that assigned at birth. This now puts many trans people in danger of being outed when traveling, and people who have an X on their existing passport are now at risk of being detained when reentering the country.

Trump also recently signed another series of executive orders targeting transgender people, seriously curtailing our right to education, identification documents, and workplace protections. He signed others that cut them off from military service, will lead to harsher treatment in prisons, and remove immigration protections. Other orders will impact public health information, research, and healthcare as it pertains to transgender people. In the January order, which banned transgender individuals from serving in the military and stopped military insurance coverage of gender-affirming care, we were described, as an entire group, as dishonorable, undisciplined, and dishonest. These executive orders are an attempt to end evidence-based, lifesaving, gender-affirming medical care for young adults across the country by threatening hospitals and community health centers that offer this care with the loss of federal funds.

The impact has been immediate and devastating. Some hospitals, including many in major metropolitan areas like DC, Boston, and New York, have preemptively ended gender-affirming care for patients under 19, despite the fact that these executive orders don’t change existing laws. Meanwhile, gender-affirming care is supported by every major medical association. In the case of minors, gender-affirming care like puberty blockers and hormone therapy are supported by parents, doctors, care teams, and the young people themselves. Gender-affirming medical care, which allows people to live in alignment with their gender, is not only used by transgender and nonbinary people, but also by intersex and cisgender individuals.

In February, young adults and their families protested outside a federal district court in Baltimore, where a hearing was taking place about whether to block the enforcement of the executive order to stop gender-affirming care. Judge Brandon Hurson issued a temporary restraining order against the executive order, a small win for young transgender people and their families.

Of course, discrimination has persisted. Public schools have faced threats to funding for affirming transgender students and teaching about racism. Public health information has been removed from government health websites and research, including research on supporting the health and mental wellbeing of LGBTQ individuals. Federal websites have been altered, with “LGBTQ” reduced to “LGB.” At the Stonewall National Monument, all references to transgender history have been removed. Their website now reads, “Before the 1960s, almost everything about living openly as a lesbian, gay, or bisexual (LGB) person was illegal.” Before the change, it included “transgender or queer (LGBTQ)” in the list. Effectively, history is being rewritten to exclude the trans and nonbinary individuals who were central to the movement.

Why Being Seen Matters

Unlike the young people I work with today, I didn’t always know about the existence of transgender people. Growing up in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s, I only heard negative sentiments about gay and lesbian people, and nothing about transgender people. I remember scribbling in my journal at night when I was about 10: Admit it! You’re a lesbian and you’re gross! I’d wanted to be the “boyfriend” of a girl in my class, and felt disgusted at myself for it. Without knowing that transgender and nonbinary people existed, I lacked the words to fully describe and understand myself. I was scared, and thought something was wrong with me. As I entered middle school, I became increasingly uncomfortable with myself, retreated inward, and began to struggle with food and my body image as I underwent puberty and my body became less aligned with who I knew I was.

In 10th grade, I switched to a local magnet school that focused on art and technology, where I took an interest in creative writing. There were some openly queer students at this new school, and I soon began feeling more comfortable expressing my gender nonconformity.

I watched any movie I could find that featured queer characters. I first realized transgender people existed after watching the 1999 movie Boys Don’t Cry, which tells the true, tragic story of Brandon Teena, a transgender man from Nebraska who was brutally raped and murdered by his girlfriend’s brother and friends when they discovered he was transgender. Teena was just 21 years old when he was murdered in 1993, the year I turned 10.

When I was 16, I began dating my first girlfriend. But still, I was afraid to tell my friends and family. So who could I tell? I decided to write a letter to my therapist and hand it to her in one of our sessions. I had no idea how she felt about people like me, and I was anxious to be accepted and fearful of being rejected. In my very long-winded letter, I told her I had a girlfriend and liked her a lot. I told her that I didn’t feel like I could tell anyone, and that I didn’t know what to do.

When she’d finished reading, she looked up at me and smiled. “Have you heard of San Francisco?” she asked. “That’s where I grew up.” She paused, and then added with enthusiasm, “All my friends were gay!” Not only was she friends with gay people, she went on to tell me, but she was friends with people who were gender-nonconforming too, like me. She wasn’t disgusted by me, and she didn’t reject me.

At the time, I didn’t have the language to understand that I was a transmasculine, nonbinary person. That understanding would come later, as would lifesaving, gender-affirming care. But just being seen and accepted as I was gave me a glimmer of hope.

My therapist encouraged me to connect with people I could relate to who shared my interests. Everything began to shift when I discovered a supportive community of young LGBTQIA+ people and mentors. Over the next several months, I went to concerts and pride events where I was surrounded by queer and gender nonconforming people. I found a weekly open mic night where I was encouraged to express my creativity, and where my girlfriend and I were celebrated for being ourselves. These spaces, as well as affirming therapy, helped me immensely.

Why Therapists Matter

Anti-trans executive orders and their sweeping ramifications threaten to prevent young LGBTQIA+ people from finding safe, identity-affirming spaces like the ones I found during my own formative years. On top of this, trans and nonbinary individuals are frequently confronted with news about murdered transgender people. In February, arrests were made for the murder of Sam Nordquist, a Black transgender man who’d been tortured by his captors for over a month before being killed. A lead investigator called the case one of the most horrific crimes he’d ever investigated. Nordquist’s murder reminds us that the erasure and villainization of trans people and the normalization of anti-trans sentiment puts trans people in great danger.

As therapists, we can and need to support young LGBTQIA+ people to survive this time of increased anti-trans hate crimes, government-sponsored erasure, and attacks against other historically marginalized groups (which includes many of our clients). We can draw on gender minority stress and resilience (GMSR) research to understand the impact of systemic harm on our clients and the benefit of resilience-building resources like peer support, community connectedness, gender-affirming care, family support, and role models. We can practice in accordance with the standard of care established by the World Professional Association of Transgender Health (WPATH)—a standard supported by every major medical association. We can learn from transgender and nonbinary clinicians with lived experience.

These supports, along with therapeutic approaches that validate their experiences, reduce distress, and attend to any co-occurring conditions, are essential. In my own work, this includes neurodiversity-affirming care, EMDR for PTSD, inference-based cognitive behavioral therapy for OCD, and multidisciplinary, gender-affirming eating disorders care.

I knew who I was as a child, even when I didn’t have the language to name it. Erasing the word transgender from public life tries to prevent trans people from understanding themselves and becoming who they are. Honoring the dignity and resilience of our trans clients means committing to evidence-based care, advocacy, and continued learning. It means creating spaces where they feel safe and validated. It means speaking up for them—and all oppressed groups—in and outside of the therapy room. Many trans people I know have shared disappointment that few or none of the cisgender people in their lives checked with them during these attacks. As therapists, we can be the people who validate the grief, pain, and fear of the current moment. We can also lean on each other in times of need. I myself have a community of trans and neurodivergent therapists which has been a valuable source of peer support and connection. Together, we can help keep our transgender clients safe and supported, and help build a future where they have the freedom to live fully and openly without fear.

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When my oldest son, Cooper, was four, he largely stopped speaking, eating, and wanting to leave the house or move his body. He refused to do most activities—putting on his own socks, walking up the stairs, playing with toys, drawing pictures, even answering simple questions—and pushing him to do any of these things resulted in explosive meltdowns that regularly lasted anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes. No traditional forms of soothing or parenting helped.

On the occasions he did speak, it was often to tell us his legs weren’t working so he couldn’t walk where we were going, even a block away. Or to scream “No,” yet again, to a suggestion of something most other four-year-olds would do happily, like walk out the door to get ice cream.

We saw specialist after specialist, and in countless fields, only to be dismissed or blamed for what was happening. The blame was often paired with a reprimand to be more consistent—code for strict—in our parenting. He needs to know who’s in charge, they said. You must extinguish this behavior, they insisted. Because our son had always been challenging, this was advice we’d often heard and had already been doing our best to implement.

Like the type-A, traditional parent I once was, I followed the rules and instructions I was given. I used 1-2-3 Magic and Positive Discipline with the support of pediatricians. The former called for time-outs, and enforcing them were some of the most traumatic moments I’ve had as a mom. I remember putting our four-year-old in a bedroom, and my husband or I would try to ignore his screaming while we closed the door and held it shut while Cooper pounded on it, first with his fists, then with his writhing legs from down on the floor.

What I now know is that these were full-on panic attacks. But the experts I met with then did not. When Cooper escalated to the point where I couldn’t manage anymore, I didn’t know what to do, and it seemed no one else did either. “Next time a meltdown lasts that long,” our pediatrician said, “take him to the children’s psychiatric emergency room.”

Instead, I left my career. At the time I was leading Pew Charitable Trust’s research quality team, but because my son could no longer attend daycare, and we feared the possibility of drastic medical intervention like implanting a feeding tube, it didn’t feel like I had a choice.

Without a diagnosis or structural supports, and unable to live on only one income in Washington, DC, we moved to a small town in my home state of Michigan. The changes jarred all of us, including Cooper. A few weeks after we arrived in Michigan, he could only eat Honey Nut Cheerios, out of one specific bowl, and never with milk.

The confusion about why this was happening was no clearer in Michigan than it had been in DC. Our new environment, daycare providers, and medical team had no new suggestions. The lack of insight and understanding left us feeling utterly alone—and in many ways, we were.

Then, as we began feeding therapy for Cooper, an astute occupational therapist (who saw that the traditional strategies weren’t working) suggested I look into Pathological Demand Avoidance (PDA)—also referred to as Pervasive Drive for Autonomy. As soon as I read about it, it was like a veil lifted. I finally began to feel like I understood my son.

This was in 2020, and I spent the next two years—and the pandemic—providing around-the-clock care to Cooper. The main “accommodation” I provided was my own nervous system: giving him undivided attention. When I didn’t, I risked him exploding into a meltdown or lashing out physically at his one-year-old brother. My only reliable reprieve were screens. As my own nervous system frayed, I increasingly allowed Cooper to indulge in these distractions—but even then, he’d sometimes control my line of vision by requiring me to look at whatever he was watching with him.

What I now know is that both Cooper and I were experiencing nervous system burnout. Those were the hardest, most soul-crushing years of my life, but they also gave me the opportunity to truly understand my son’s challenges with the correct logic. And it was from there that all my decisions, creative problem-solving, ideas for accommodations, and strategies flowed.

Now, as a parent educator for thousands of families with PDA children and teens, and a researcher conducting empirical studies on PDA with the University of Michigan Medical School, I have both an intimate and a bird’s eye view of the mechanisms of PDA. I believe clearly defining PDA as a neurotype and nervous system disability will enable us all—parents, pediatricians, teachers, and therapists—to vastly improve the lives of PDA children, teens, and adults.

A Nervous System Disability

If you’re a clinician or a parent who’s taken an info-dive into PDA online or on social media, or gone deeper into the peer-reviewed research, it’s probably for a reason: there’s something familiar about stories like mine. But you might still be confused. After all, much of what’s been written about PDA focuses on whether it even exists. And when it is acknowledged, it’s often broadly defined as an “anxiety-driven need for control” or confused with other diagnoses like generalized anxiety disorder, autism, ADHD, ODD, bipolar disorder, or other personality disorders.

This is especially confusing for professionals because it suggests that CBT and exposure-based approaches would be effective treatments, when in reality, these cognitive and behavioral treatments are rarely helpful for PDAers. In fact, they often make things worse, especially when a PDA child, teen, or adult is in burnout.

A more accurate conceptualization of this unique brain-wiring is as a survival drive for autonomy and equality that consistently overrides other survival instincts—like eating, sleeping, hygiene, toileting, and maintaining physical safety toward oneself or others—either in a single moment, or as nervous system stress accumulates.

This is what happened to Cooper, and what I’ve seen play out in thousands of families. Over time, as PDAers perceive threats invisible to others, they experience acute nervous system activation that eventually disables them. The challenging behaviors we see as a result are a subconscious attempt to regain control or equalize back to nervous system safety.

Whether from a five-year-old or a 40-year-old, these “equalizing” behaviors can look like controlling, manipulating, trying to be “above” another, correcting, or acting aggressively toward a safe or “weak” person. With a more internalized expression of PDA (more freeze/fawn than fight/flight), we tend to see these behaviors aimed at the self in the form of self-harm, or the destruction of one’s own things.

Equalizing, or the need for control, often coalesces around one or more basic needs (for my son, it was eating). The physiological impact of all the accumulated stress PDAers experience often leads to medical issues like insomnia, toileting regression, encopresis, UTIs, restrictive eating, compulsive eating, and the inability to engage in physical hygiene. All this tends to get separated out from their behavior challenges.

An Autonomy Focus

Another way to think of this subconscious cycle is to imagine you’re being held up at gun point in a dark alley. Without thinking, your nervous system reacts with “fight” behavior, and you swear, hit, bite, and punch the assailant. Your adrenaline is coursing, your muscles tense, your pupils dilate into laser vision, your digestion slows, and you feel no hunger. Or maybe you “freeze” in front of the assailant, are unable to move, go mute, or even collapse, allowing the thief to take whatever they want from you.

Either way, what your nervous system did saved your life. And even though you may question it afterward—where did that violence come from in me? or why didn’t I defend myself or run?—you know you did it without choosing to do so. Your body reacted to a perceived danger and life threat.

Now imagine that this is what your nervous system perceives every time you experience a loss of autonomy, freedom, and choice. And every time another person is “above” you in stature, authority, or posture, or you’re in a situation that seems to require submission. Every day when your parent tells you to get dressed, sit up straight at breakfast, or pack your backpack, your metabolism slows, your adrenaline courses, you get tunnel vision, and you go mute. If you had these types of physiological responses day in and day out to what appear to be ordinary daily expectations, tasks, and situations, then we might expect you to lose the ability to consistently eat, go to the toilet, sleep, make your legs carry you, or even speak.

This conceptualization of PDA as a nervous system disability impacting both behavior and basic needs is what we’re conducting research on at the University of Michigan. Our first study surveyed more than 700 parents who considered their child or teen PDA and found that in addition to behavior (equalizing, dysregulation, fight/flight, and avoidance), the impacts on basic needs (sleeping, eating, hygiene, and toileting) were also statistically significant factors that can be used to develop a better measure of PDA. While this research is incipient, it’s enough to move us beyond the theoretical debate on whether or not PDA exists. It also helps us formulate a more accurate picture of the challenges of PDA. Our hope in submitting our study for peer review and publication, along with the PDA-Q (a questionnaire for identifying PDA), is that it will eventually ensure that PDA is included in a future edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, so that families don’t have to go through what I and so many of my clients have gone through to get the support they need.

Once families identify that their child or teen is PDA, and are then equipped with a clear understanding of what that means and how they can make accommodations, they make enormous gains. For example, within six months of identifying their child as PDA, many parents I’ve worked with have reported that their teen is no longer attempting suicide after previous hospitalizations and more traditional approaches failed to stop the attempts; their child has gained much needed weight (even moving from 1 percent BMI to 21 percent BMI) after all previous feeding approaches and strategies failed; their teen is leaving their room for the first time in a year and engaging with their family again; their child is asking to go to the park, after refusing to leave the house for months; their child, diagnosed with selective mutism, is using more new words and speaking more than ever.

We consistently see transformative success in treating PDA as nervous-system driven and using autonomy-focused accommodations. This is also true for families who’ve previously tried—to no avail—applied behavioral analysis, other types of behavioral conditioning, “teaching skills” or “correcting behavior.”

My own family’s experience is one of these success stories. My son, now in fourth grade, loves being back in school—a private one, where children’s autonomy is encouraged. He has strong verbal and social skills and countless friends through school and athletics, and will soon graduate from feeding therapy.

Through the PDA Lens

Although our understanding of PDA is still evolving, therapists don’t have to feel lost when it comes to working with PDAers or their parents. The skill I believe will most quickly and effectively help therapists integrate their own methods and clinical frameworks in their work with PDAers is what I call the PDA Lens.

I imagine the PDA Lens as a pair of glasses that we can put on and take off. We put them on when we want to experiment with the idea that the challenges our client (or their child or teen) face are driven by PDA. In other words, when we put the glasses on, we assume that the client’s nervous system is perceiving mortal threat at every loss of autonomy or equality. They may be able to mask this in less “safe” scenarios—at school, with grandparents, or for an adult at work—but the nervous system activation they experience in these environments builds and may eventually disable them from feeling safe and emotionally regulated enough to attune to their body’s needs.

Then, with our glasses still on, we think through how we can best support this client. How do we demonstrate compassion, patience, and flexibility for a person with a disability that’s out of their control—one they may not even understand—but that we believe (or are willing to experiment with believing) is driven by their nervous system’s need for autonomy and equality?

Each therapist will answer that question differently, depending on their professional training, creativity, and the specific circumstances and challenges the client is facing. Regardless, if the client consistently responds positively, this could be evidence that they are indeed PDA. And knowing that, and what it means, can open up a world of possibilities.

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I settle into the corner of my home office, a soft blanket on my lap, a warm mug of afternoon coffee in my hands, and a HIPAA-compliant pair of goldendoodles piled at my feet.

Despite the thunder booming outside the window, the three of us are ready for Kevin and Laura, one of many couples I see for neurodiverse couples counseling—a niche I developed after seeing how often traditional couples therapy fails to address the unique communication styles and needs of Autistic individuals and their partners.

Seated directly next to a colorful, floating bookshelf, I open my laptop to start the virtual session. The shelf is an optical illusion, leading you to think my favorite stack of autism-related books are effortlessly defying gravity. In actuality, the support is just underneath the last book, hidden and strong.

“How are your books levitating?” new clients sometimes ask. “Good accommodations” I smile. The shelf serves as a reminder that with the right kind of support, we can all defy the forces that weigh us down.

Kevin is a 35-year-old network administrator who sports a messy ponytail and an affinity for edgy, sarcastic t-shirts. He’s blunt, direct, and has a way of launching us into action at the start of each session. Laura is 40, soft-spoken, and works in the HR department of a big government agency. After seeing three different couples therapists in four years, Therapist #4, who suspected Kevin might be Autistic, recommended me. Six sessions of assessment interviews confirmed that suspicion.

Kevin and Laura present like many couples seeking therapy all over America. They want to work on communication. They argue over the dishwasher, money, and sex. They want to feel seen and validated by one another. But no matter how “typical” their issues may be, the neurotypical approaches we’ve all been trained to offer won’t work for them—and may even be harmful. I see Kevin and Laura as well-suited for one another, although traditional therapy approaches are a mismatch for them.

Many of us in the couples therapy world received our licenses years before the word neurodivergent entered our lexicon. Before we said goodbye to the Aspergers diagnosis, and low-functioning and high-functioning became dirty words, we thought autism was rare. We thought it needed a cure.  A quick internet search will tell you that 2.2 percent of adults are Autistic, and 85 percent of neurodiverse relationships end in divorce, but neurodiverse couples therapists will tell you these numbers are wildly inaccurate. Neurodivergence is all around us, and many neurodiverse couples thrive with the right support.

Unfortunately, there are only a handful of specialists in neurodiverse couples therapy in most states, and they’re like unicorns in the therapy world. As a result, many Autistic people remain undiagnosed, and their partners remain unaware that they’re in a neurodiverse relationship.

I’m Nothing Like Rain Man

As an Autistic adult, having an “identity-based” private practice allows my insatiable desire to read, learn, and talk about the neurodivergent experience to double as a therapeutic tool. While my work is always focused on the needs of my clients, my own experience is, as they say, “in the room.” Autistic brains are self-focused, meaning we understand life experiences through our own lens first. Only then can we understand it through the lens of others.

While I’m careful to avoid making sessions about me, with Autistic clients, I feel freer to explore the use of self as a springboard to understanding them than my traditionally trained colleagues, many of whom were warned that this kind of self-referential framing of client’s experiences was off limits. For the first time in my professional life, I’ve found joy and peace in my work. My helping heart and my intense, neurospicy brain work in tandem with people wired like me. And it’s deeply gratifying to hear my clients consistently report they feel safer in our work than they have elsewhere in the “real world.”

My own path to diagnosis and acceptance of my neurodivergent brain was complicated by my ability to mask exceptionally well, and morph into anyone I needed to be. The 10 years I spent masked with my therapist never uncovered signs of my own neurodivergence. “Client Kory” had trouble with boundaries, a failing marriage, struggles with her neurodivergent kiddo, and a lot of anxiety. As my path as a therapist expanded, and I began to specialize in diagnosis and treatment of Autistic adults, I found the stories I heard from Autistic women regularly left me frozen. My own story was echoed in their traumas, frustrations, and longings.

Autistic people exist in the extremes of intensity and disinterest. Our creative brains are driven by curiosity and passion. While the focus of this passion differs for everyone, my pattern-seeking brain couldn’t ignore the trends that emerged and repeated themselves in my office. My caseload was full of animal-loving, well-read, intelligent, creative types who lost themselves in their interests. Often, they sought therapy with me because they also lost jobs, friendships, and partners simultaneously. I saw myself in their struggles: deeply troubled marriages, discontent with the unwritten rules of the working world, and an internal dialogue buzzing with constant worries. Many of my clients battled lifelong social anxieties, health challenges, and confusing family dynamics—just like me.

My work with Autistic women and gender-diverse clients provided the practice-based evidence that was glaringly absent from the evidence-based practices taught in grad school. It was clear to me that the teachings our field still leans on fail to reflect the broader neurodivergent experience. The more I listened, the more I realized that our unique wiring isn’t the problem: it’s the world we live in not being built with us in mind.

I’m nothing like Rain Man. I’m nothing like your quirky uncle who never stops talking about trains. But like his, my brain is busy and on fire, replaying, reliving every word I’ve said, wondering if you thought I was likable, knowledgeable, awkward, or real. Did I talk too much? Why am I consumed with the puzzle of what your face means?  I have no idea how I’m perceived. Mirrors and compliments often catch me off guard.

And also, I am like your uncle. And my uncle, and your doctor, and your daughter’s purple-haired art teacher, and my son’s trans best friend. I’m like my grandfather making clocks in the basement—except his clocks are my dogs, my books, my pour-over coffee and my coffee mugs, too. They’re also my pizza oven, my photography, and my deep obsession with autism. His clocks are me, belting out the soundtrack of Waitress every time I’m alone with my overpunctuated feelings in the kitchen. My clocks aren’t clocks at all. They’re thoughts you can’t see, and my basement is my brain. I’d often like to come upstairs. My “nerding out” is anything but typical. I desperately want the people in my world to see the depths of me, and also, I don’t want them to see me at all.  

Grelief

Young Kory was a geeky, intense little girl with opinions about everything. I was born fragile and sensitive, the product of two neurodivergent families steeped in poor communication, abuse, and trauma—and who never had the luxury of a diagnosis or support. I was always the first person to launch a northbound hand rocket to “answer town” in elementary school. I spent my youth desperate to be an adult, since adults were the experts. I was certain I knew more than my classmates, and probably my teachers, but even in first grade, I realized it’s rude to correct your superiors. Precocious is another word for obnoxious.

Although my charm lies in my transparency, wit, and ability to respond swiftly while everyone else is still thinking, I quickly learned to bite my tongue and say nothing—which meant I was alone in navigating the rich but turbulent sea of the data, experiences, and intense feelings that regularly flooded my mind. Those of us with neurodivergent brains gradually learn to eat our words, not because we want to, but because the world demands it. Somewhere in middle school, the little girl who constructed her self-esteem out of imaginary play with Barbies, crayons, playdough, and popsicle sticks, turned into a people-pleaser focused on helping others feel loved for who they are.

Early on, when I brought up the possibility that I might have autism to my long-time therapist, she was quick to dismiss my data points and told me it was my anxiety talking. I disagreed and sought a second opinion from a diagnostician outside the circle of professionals who knew me.

“You and I both know what we’re looking at here,” she said. “You’re Autistic.”

The words I expected her to say hit me unexpectedly like a flash fire. My unresolved trauma sat ablaze in the room between us, and yet a piece of my heart took a sweet breath of relief. There it was: grelief.

Grelief is the duo of emotions that commonly follows an adult autism diagnosis. The double-edged sword of discovering that your strengths and challenges are linked to a unique and widely misunderstood neurotype. The relief comes from having a definitive cause for years of struggle and miscommunication along with a hopeful treatment plan. The grief and pain stemming from years of exhaustion and trauma that went unnoticed, unaccommodated, and misunderstood.

Neurodivergence in Couples Therapy

Kevin and Laura are already on standby in the virtual waiting room when I begin the session. Although they’re two years post-diagnosis, the complicated feelings related to the differences between their brains remains a prominent theme in our work.

Like many of my couples, their early relationship was intense. Kevin was charismatic, successful, handsome, great in bed, and “tuned into Laura” in a way no previous partner had been. Laura was immediately taken with him. She’d been Kevin’s second girlfriend, and he took their relationship very seriously. Kevin used an excel spreadsheet to track details about Laura that he wanted to remember. He planned date ideas and trips that would light her up. Both were foodies, avid runners, and they loved going to concerts. “It was like a dream,” Laura had recalled wistfully.

But something about Kevin changed when they moved in together. “He became unemotional, flat, and checked out at home,” as Laura put it. She believed Kevin preferred his hobbies to her. They’d stopped running together and attending concerts. He’d lost interest in sex and seemed bothered when she sought affection or wanted to talk. Whenever she asked him about improving their emotional connection, he’d say, “What does that even mean?” He felt connected to Laura already and didn’t feel a need to do anything differently, while Laura struggled to feel close to him and be direct when describing her needs because “shouldn’t he just know?”

Today, when they appear on screen, the first thing I notice is Kevin’s t-shirt, which reads, “Synonym Rolls, just like grandpa used to make.” I approve with a giggle.

“Hi, Kevin. Hey, Laura,” I begin. “I hope this lightning storm doesn’t give us any trouble today. I’ve had enough of this rain.”

Although I know cliché small talk about the weather is often poorly received by my Autistic clients, my anxious brain occasionally defaults to masking with neurotypical scripts. Kevin allows it. He mockingly indulges me with some forced banter. “Yeah, yeah, winter’s cold, summer’s hot, and rain’s wet. How about those Ravens? Anyway. Can we cut to the chase? Spoiler alert, she’s pissed at me again.”

Kevin’s here to get results.

Laura’s eyes catch mine and her embarrassment is palpable. She’d prefer a gentler, more upbeat segue into the session and sometimes apologizes for Kevin’s abruptness. She’s inclined to keep people comfortable, though she’s aware I don’t need her to do that here.

“Sure, Kevin, let’s get right to it,” I respond. His blunt approach doesn’t faze me.

“I tried what you said, and I asked about her day. You said I’m supposed to ask about her feelings, right?  She said her day was ‘fine.’ Fine’s a feeling. So, I thought I did okay and went back to my video game. But she sat down next to me with her arms crossed, just staring at me like I’m supposed to know what that means. So I asked her, “Are you pissed?” She said no, so I told her she should probably tell her face that.”

“How did that land?” I ask.

“Worse than I anticipated.”

“Laura, was he reading you accurately? Were you pissed at that point?”

In my brain, I hear a deep, booming movie voice over: “Laura was indeed pissed.” I keep that to myself.

“No, I was just really sad,” Laura says, interrupting my mental movie. “I wanted to talk about my day, and I don’t think that’s a lot to ask. But then he says all kinds of rude stuff. Kevin has no feelings, and when I do, I’m the monster. It’s like I’m wrong because I want him to give a shit about my day. So yeah. After his rude comment, I was pissed.”

I resist an urge to explain that Autistic people may look like they have no feelings when the exact opposite is true. We’ll get there, just not now.

“First you get pissed, then you cry,” Kevin responds. His pattern-seeking brain knows this routine with Laura. “She’s always mad because nothing I do is enough. She’s trying to use emotional manipulation to tell me I’m the problem! If she could just stop making me guess what she wants, we’d be fine.”

Laura looks away. She’s crying. Her tears tell a story of confusion, and it pulls at my heart. She describes Kevin as “an alien from another planet,” but she wants to understand him. She’s shared that she knows he’s a good man, unlike her absent father. When it comes to her feelings, he can seem self-centered and cold, but he’s also the most caring partner she’s ever had when it comes to expressing his love through actions. While Kevin’s right about their dance of disconnection—first anger, then tears—he’s wrong about Laura being manipulative. She’s tried to reshape their conflict for years in therapy, and she’s losing hope.

An Autism-Centered Approach to Relationships

My caseload is a modern qualitative study of the autism we didn’t know existed in our grad school days. My clients don’t resemble a single character on Love on the Spectrum. They look like your accountant, your lawyer, your daughter’s dance teacher, your professor, your therapist, your IT guy, and your local business owner. They’re between 18 and 78 years old, and include people from every demographic.

On average, my neurodiverse couples have been seen by six or seven other professionals before finding me on a database of certified neurodiverse couples therapists. They’ve been misunderstood, misdiagnosed, and mismedicated by well-meaning, seasoned therapists. But even fantastic therapists tend to miss the one key to successful couples therapy for neurodivergent clients: up-to-date training on working with neurodivergent brains.

Neurodivergent-affirming care emphasizes psychoeducation on key Autistic traits within the context of relationships. This framework teaches how connection can be defined and redefined, accommodates sensory sensitivities, fosters predictability, and moves beyond date nights and as a panacea for all relational ills. Neurodiverse couples who thrive seem to continually reinvent their connection with a focus on shared special interests. Given they often characterize connection differently than neurotypical partners do, they may need more specific interventions for communication, conflict, and repair than “I-statements” and reflective listening scripts.

Also, gender, sexuality, and relational and sexual normativity are different here. Sex, for example, can be entirely absent from many healthy neurodiverse partnerships. The opposite is also true: many neurodivergent partners can be extremely interested in a “typical” sexual relationship. The middle ground, the gray area, the center of the bell curve that we see in neurotypicals is what’s missing here. Sex, and many other factors of neurodivergence, often exist in the extremes.

Neurodiverse couples require interventions that may challenge the basic tenets of traditional couples therapy. The core principles of CBT, for example, need to be left on the therapy room floor. Most Autistic clients aren’t holding onto a stream of irrational beliefs. Instead, a lifetime of very real social and nervous system traumas are influencing their thinking.

My client Xander, a 27-year-old creative type, experiences debilitating anxiety before large social events. His partner Mo hates how “antisocial” he can be. A CBT approach would entail an inquiry into whether Xander is irrationally worried about all the “what-if’s” that could play out at Mo’s work party. An autism-centered approach would focus instead on the frightening realities that many Autistic people do encounter in social interactions.

Xander’s history of “saying the wrong thing” in social settings has often resulted in public embarrassment. His crushing anxiety about having to talk to new people in groups causes a freeze response, leaving him overwhelmed and unable to communicate. People have always joked he’s “a man of few words,” but this is deeply embarrassing to him. His need for predictability is activated by social events. He fears not having a safe person to talk to, or failing to recognize people who remember him from previous events. Xander struggles to find food he can eat given his gluten, soy, and dairy allergies. He’s quickly overtaken by exhaustion and sensory overwhelm when an event lasts for two hours rather than one. His worries are real and rational for the “lost generation” of Autistic adults who grew up with no supports.

It’s not that Xander hasn’t gone to parties and come off as charming and engaged, it’s that he’d rather not have to. His energy levels plummet long into the next work week after a party, which doesn’t make sense to Mo. What could be so hard about chatting with people, Mo wonders, especially since Xander is capable of doing it? CBT and traditional couples therapy frameworks don’t typically address masking or how long it can take a neurodivergent brain to recover from it. They fall short when it comes to centering the sensory needs and accommodations that most social events fail to provide.

How Does that Make You Feel?

Another neurodivergent reality that’s missed in neurotypical therapies is that many Autistic people operate first in their “thinking brain.” They may never experience an internal dialogue or an awareness of what they feel in the moment. Untangling emotions can often only be achieved in a separate, defined step.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling when I fight with my boyfriend,” said my client Mark, a 35-year-old web designer. “I know I’m uncomfortable, but if you want me to really understand my feelings, I need my therapist, my feelings wheel, and time to unwind the amorphous blob of unpleasantness in my body.” Mark needs specific help and time in order to dissect, define, and understand his emotions.

Other clients—like Dre, a 31-year-old nonbinary graphic designer—have a different problem. They’re continuously flooded with feelings they can’t seem to get away from. “I feel everything: my worry, my partner’s embarrassment. I’m sharply aware of people’s boredom. I feel their annoyance and irritability, but I can’t for the life of me figure out where I went wrong.”

Luna, a 40-year-old fiber artist, is a high-masking Autistic adult who internalizes her anxiety and panic about conversations she has with other people. She worries her partner will abruptly leave her due to her trouble showing affection and connecting in intimate ways. Her anxiety touches every aspect of her personal, professional, and relational life. Luna fantasizes about a life where she’s less “in her head” and more present. autism-focused therapy would help her normalize these fears and redirect her busy brain toward other, healthier places to hyperfocus. She likes to be reminded that without a positive point of focus, intense thoughts will be assigned to her by her worries. It’s a feature, not a bug, of her brain that prefers a flow state, but will settle for a doomsday anxious scenario.

As therapists who support Autistic people, we have to come to terms with a simple fact: we’ll never solve their challenges with a neat bow comprised of more mindfulness practices and better communication. But we can use what we know about this neurotype to help them accept their differences and give them the skills they need to build a new framework around their relationships. Sometimes our clients’ uniqueness is the very thing we need to focus on to help them get to a better place.

At 44 years old, I’ve found peace with my diagnosis of autism and ADHD, and feel safe unmasking within my professional community. Post-diagnosis grelief took a hold of me during the first year, when I couldn’t imagine a time when I’d tell anyone beyond my husband. My extended family, like many families out there, remains blissfully unaware of the world of invisible disabilities.

They know me as the mask I present in public—and I know that autism is genetic, the glue of “sameness” that brings both greatness and struggle to our enormous family. If they ever become curious about my Autistic identity, I’m open to sharing more about myself with them—but I’m not volunteering the information. The weight of showing my work and “proving it” to adults who are largely still wedged in the generational trauma of missed neurodivergence is too much to take on at the Thanksgiving dinner table.

My current therapist understands this decision. With her, I can unmask without shame. She understands that my brain creates chaos I’m not always equipped to untangle alone. Despite all my years as a couples therapist, an argument with my husband can feel existential and threatening to the bright future my “thinking brain” knows we have together. My therapist reminds me that the wisdom and expertise I bring to client sessions is a product of a regulated nervous system that’s easy to have in my comfy therapist chair, but not easy to have in a late-night marital argument.

She never makes me feel diminished by how utterly blind I can be to my own perspective-taking struggles. She has a gentle way of letting me know that not everyone wants to listen to a TED Talk at 5:30 a.m., or has the capacity to process all aspects of a conflict before work, when what I really should be doing anyway is packing the kids’ lunches.

I pay my therapist’s work with me forward to the people I work with. It turns out that a late-diagnosed, super anxious, overachieving, autism-obsessed, divorced and remarried, imperfect parent can offer a lot of acceptance and unmasked “realness” to her clients.

Kevin and Laura seem to agree. At least twice a month, as our sessions together end, I anxiously stumble through our departing social niceties and hang up an awkward moment too soon. My “Autistic goodbye” is an accidental, vulnerable reminder that I too am a work in progress, right along with them.

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“I don’t know if I like being a mother sometimes.”

My client Hazel, a new mother in her late thirties, was struggling to accept the fact that her foray into parenthood wasn’t going as smoothly as she expected.

She was hesitant to share her true feelings about motherhood, yet she also clearly wanted to do it— her instinct was fighting against her self-protection.

“I love my kid so much, like beyond. But the role of mother? The expectations of being a mother? I really resent it at times.” Hazel’s declaration hung in the space between us. Society had convinced her that this time in her life should be nothing but rewarding.

She repositioned herself on the couch and moved her thick bangs out of her eyes so she could finally look back into mine.

“I just wish my overabundance of love for my daughter would translate into love of the role of motherhood, you know? I want to be a good mother, one that shows enthusiasm at every new utterance, every milestone, every step she takes. I want to be that mom who involves her kid in every activity, totes her around town to her art classes and sporting events, and is her biggest cheerleader. I want to be the kind of good mother I anticipated I’d be. But I’m not there. I don’t feel the way I think most mothers feel, like a spontaneous and all-consuming sense of… YES,” she said. “I don’t know if saying that makes me brave or horrible.”

Instagram-Perfect Motherhood

As a psychologist, I’m acutely aware that there’s an important space between Instagram-perfect motherhood and clinical postpartum mood and anxiety disorders. This is the space where most mothers live, and it’s here that culture change most needs to happen, to wash away reductive stereotypes that obscure the full spectrum of perfectly normal feelings about raising children and stepping into a role saddled with so much cultural baggage. But when it comes to motherhood, cultural messages about how women “should” act, “should” look, and, most importantly, “should” feel are incessant and usually totally inaccurate.

To be a “good mom,” women are expected to be overjoyed about pregnancy, relish nesting, and read all the parenting books. “Good mothers” are expected to have a perfectly flat stomach after delivery, to breastfeed, to dote on their babies incessantly. (Never mind the fact that these mandates create damaging pressure; for example, women who stop breastfeeding because they aren’t “successful” are more likely to develop postpartum depression.)

To be a “good mom,” women are expected to minimize every other aspect of their identity as a partner, a sister, a daughter, a coworker, an employee with ambitions, a best friend, a community member. “Good mothers” are expected to consistently demote their own basic needs for personal space, caring for themselves and looking out for their own interests. But it’s not enough to simply lay these things on the altar of parenthood; “good mothers” must be happy about it. Do not complain.

Do not speak openly and honestly about the difficulties. Do not share stories of fear, regret, second-guessing, overwhelm, resentment, or anything other than blithe acceptance for the opportunity to procreate and raise a human being.

To a new mom who hasn’t heard anyone else in her life share the less polished aspects of motherhood, these feelings of discontent and distress can feel shameful, scary, and preoccupying. In a culture that tells us that procreation is the pinnacle of femininity, where the media has historically portrayed new mothers as doting and connected, grateful and unbothered, we are primed to expect that we will instantly love and naturally adapt to every single aspect of the role. When we don’t see or hear about the more nuanced, sometimes hard, realities of postpartum life, we are quick to think, It must only be me. When we feel ambivalent or uneasy about motherhood, we often isolate ourselves, asking, Is something wrong with me?

When The Problem Isn’t Diagnosable

Part of what fuels the silence around feelings like Hazel’s is a lack of distinction between perinatal mood and anxiety disorders (PMADs), which are actively screened for by health care professionals and have clear pathways for treatment, and maternal distress, the more vague, yet more common sense of overwhelm, stress, or disillusionment that so often goes unspoken. Most new moms feel overwhelmed, isolated, unprepared, exhausted, and uprooted by the overpowering shift in identity that comes with the transition to motherhood. These moms don’t have diagnosable postpartum depression but nonetheless experience distressing feelings.

Because becoming a mother is socially cast as an unequivocally happy event, new moms are likely to avoid admitting that they are having problems or concerns within their new role or simply aren’t adjusting to it as easily as they expected. Many experience guilt for even having negative thoughts about motherhood. Ultimately, most women don’t confess these difficulties, relying on their own will to “tough it out” instead of turning to a community that can assure them they’re not alone in their struggles. External factors can also further aggravate negative feelings during motherhood. Low-income moms are more likely to experience maternal distress, as the gap between Instagram-perfect motherhood and the lived reality of the experience is exacerbated by inadequate resources and environmental stressors.

Rather than squeeze my patients into an unrealistic stereotype of “good” motherhood, I work to normalize the concept of the “good enough” mother by expressing to them we don’t have to be perfect to be “good enough.” The term “good enough mother” was popularized by psychoanalyst and pediatrician Donald Winnicott in his 1971 book Playing and Reality. The ethos of the idea is fairly self-explanatory: Perfection needn’t be the goal for moms. In practice, the good enough mother is one who adapts to the ever-changing needs of her child as the child gets older and is able to process and learn from failure and frustration, both their own and that of their parents. Interestingly, Winnicott’s conceptualization of parenting wasn’t focused on the mother’s own mental health; the work asserted that good enough parenting is actually better for a child’s development. Contemporary research backs this up as well. Research conducted among mothers of low-socioeconomic status found that caregivers only need to “get it right” 50 percent of the time to positively impact a child and foster a secure attachment bond, which is a key factor that shapes long-term outcomes in childhood and adulthood.

Normalizing Mothers’ Struggles

Hoping to normalize what Hazel found the courage to say out loud, I invited her to soften the self-flagellation by considering that there are likely other people in her circles who are struggling too.

“What if… a bunch of moms actually feel the way you feel?” I asked during our next session “Women might keep these feelings quiet for a number of reasons, believing others won’t get it, but I can assure you that not liking the role of motherhood 24/7—not feeling like a ‘good mom’—is more common than people think. What if the goal isn’t to be this idealized vision of the ‘good mother’? Because here’s the thing: We don’t necessarily have to love motherhood all the time in order to be good enough mothers.”

“I believe you, I really do,” Hazel responded. “I know I can’t be the only one who feels lost or resentful sometimes. But I just don’t know anyone who admits to feeling the way I do.”

Feeling seen, heard, and understood in the safety of my office had allowed Hazel the space to air her self-criticism, to consider that even if her specific postpartum experience wasn’t exactly the same as that of the other moms in her life, there were likely other people in her friend group struggling too. But telling her this, and even reminding her week by week, didn’t penetrate beyond her intellectual understanding that other mothers had been, and still are, in her shoes.

Then, before one of our sessions, I gathered some resources about maternal ambivalence and shared them with Hazel. These included several interviews with celebrities who’ve opened up about feelings of maternal ambivalence and uncertainty, including Hilarie Burton Morgan (“Am I scary? Do my children distrust me? Are they gonna look back on these years and think I was a jerk?”), Chrissy Tiegen (“When I had my girl, Luna, I would kind of vent and complain. I felt so sad that she wasn’t connecting with me, because I’m her mother and I spend so much time with her.”), and a 2018 Serena Williams Instagram post.

I read her Williams’ post out loud: “Last week was not easy for me. Mostly, I felt like I was not a good mom. I read several articles that said postpartum emotions can last up to 3 years if not dealt with. I like communication best. Talking things through with my mom, my sisters, my friends let me know that it’s totally normal to feel like I’m not doing enough for my baby. We have all been there. I work a lot, I train, and I’m trying to be the best athlete I can be. However, that means although I have been with her every day of her life, I’m not around as much as I would like to be. Most of you moms deal with the same thing. Whether stay-at-home or working, finding that balance with kids is a true art. You are the true heroes. I’m here to say: if you are having a rough day or week-it’s ok—I am, too!!! There’s always tomorrow!”

When I looked up from reading the post, Hazel had tears in her eyes.

“Wow—I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that,” she said. “If Serena Williams doesn’t feel like she can live up to the standard of the ‘good mother,’ there’s no hope for the rest of us.” Hazel laughed. “This really is bullshit.”

I also shared two powerful examples of collective storytelling among “regular” women. The first was a call to action by MSNBC news anchor Stephanie Ruhle, who shared her own story of new motherhood in 2019. “I was too embarrassed to tell a single soul that I wasn’t the over-the-moon, picture-perfect new mother I was supposed to be,” she said. She called out the “no man’s land” between clinically depressed and ecstatic mothers. “There are a whole lot of us who are living somewhere in the middle, longing for the safe space and words to express these complicated feelings,” she wrote. The second was the New York Times’ “Primal Scream” series, a powerful exploration of the ways in which the COVID-19 pandemic brought so many aspects of maternal distress to light. Buckling under the added pressure of spending so much time at home with their kids, moms across the country finally spoke out. In fact, they straight up screamed—the very thing moms aren’t supposed to do.

“I’m so sick of my goddamn kids,” one mom called in to share.

“This pandemic made me realize that maybe I’m not cut out to be a mother,” another confessed

“It just feels like failing, every day, at everything I do,” one said. “I just want to change, want to be by myself for one minute.”

“Somebody else rear my children, please,” another confessed. “I miss going out. I miss being drunk. I miss dancing.”

Their stories took on the challenging aspects of motherhood, the gut-wrenching, the anxiety-inducing, the rage-creating. The result was a marked shift from the stories about what motherhood “should” look like.

“It’s so crazy that we’re presented with a one-dimensional version of motherhood when it truly is anything but that. No wonder I’ve been feeling isolated,” Hazel said. “Now I’m relishing the relief that my version of motherhood is valid. Not just valid—it’s normal.”

Talking about her feelings wasn’t just a wave of a magic wand to feeling great, but it gave Hazel permission to lean into her emotions, and that helped her open herself to hearing the stories of other women who felt similarly to her. Engaging with personal stories of similar struggles generously shared by others chipped away at the stigma and shame Hazel had internalized.

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I know from my own experience and that of my patients, as well as a well-established body of research, that when we don’t allow ourselves to feel whatever it is we are truly feeling, we suffer more. Moreover, I’ve learned—through reading piles of books, sitting in seminars en route to completing my doctoral degree in clinical psychology, and through day-to-day life—that feeling our feelings in their entirety and speaking those feelings out loud makes space for essential insights, new pockets of peace, and, ultimately, the eradication of silence, stigma, and shame. Women are yearning not only for the space to unpack their experiences, but also for a cultural shift. The more we speak up about our hardships, our struggles, and our pain, the sooner we usher in the change we need… and deserve.

Reprinted with permission from NORMALIZE IT by Jessica Zucker, published by PESI Publishing. © 2025 Jessica Zucker

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As a trauma therapist, long-time EMDR consultant, and registered art therapist, I’ve found that art and collage-making offer a low-barrier, effective way to work through blocks to entrenched trauma memories. In fact, my clients often tell me the sessions they remember most are ones where we’ve made art together, images they could take home and work on between sessions. As a therapist, I can relate: although I may forget what clients say after a few months, I always remember the imagery they create.

But even highly creative clients sometimes balk at using traditional art therapy tools in conjunction with EMDR because they feel shame or self-judgement about painting or drawing. Plus, using AI art therapeutically is still a novel idea in the field of art therapy, and many art therapists believe it’s risky and may dampen creativity. Initially, I too had doubts. Then, a middle school principal I was working with brought an AI image he’d created to one of our sessions and it changed everything. The image was of a man standing inside a hollowed-out heart, shoveling pieces of it into buckets being held by a long line of people. “When I showed this to my wife,” he told me, “she got how I was feeling about my job, and my life, for the first time.” I too was moved.

Since then, I’ve been experimenting with AI art as a therapeutic tool to do what all forms of expressive art therapy do: help clients access their imagination through metaphors that reflect blocked emotional experiences. In bypassing their analytical thinking, they can foster deeper emotional insight and experience a more accessible, visual, and intuitive way of healing.

Here are a few of the benefits of using AI art to help clients generate these metaphors. It’s efficient. Clients can work quickly, saving time and getting a dopamine hit within a few minutes. It can boost creativity by allowing clients to quickly create unexpected elements, enhance ideas, and combine different concepts. Customization allows clients to quickly create a visual representation of a problem or situation they resonate with, adjusting the particulars of images to fit elements of their identity that are important to them, such as skin types, gender, and any other elements unique to them. Finally, it’s cost-efficient. The availability of so many free AI tools makes this method well-suited to projects inside and outside of therapy.

Needing to Be Perfect

Harper, a female client in her late 30s felt alone and misunderstood. “I don’t have the words for what I’ve gone through,” she said, referring to her childhood trauma and the way her family had always dismissed it. “My heart hurts constantly.”

When I asked if she might be willing to try to create an image of what her heart feels like, she dismissed the idea. “I can’t do art,” she responded. “It’s too frustrating. I get pictures in my head, but they never come out right on paper.”

“I hear you,” I said. “And I have an idea. Maybe using AI could help you create what you have in your mind—and feel in your heart. Would you be open to that?”

“Maybe,” Harper sighed. “I guess I just like getting things perfect.”

Her response didn’t surprise me. Trauma clients can present with self-protection in the form of perfectionism, which can block their creative process. At the same time, what initially appears to be resistance to creativity can be a helpful metaphor in healing. So, I asked Harper, “Where else do you feel blocked by this perfectionism?”

“Everywhere,” she said. “I grew up needing to be perfect, so I wouldn’t add to the problems in my family. I only felt loved when I looked and acted a certain way. Mostly, when I picture my childhood, I see myself alone in a desert with no horizon.”

“If your heart was in this desert, what would it look like?” I asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic, as I suspected we’d just co-created her first image—a lonely desert—where I could meet her and she could meet herself.

“My heart would be crying. It needs those tears—that precious water—to survive, but they keep spilling out from loneliness.” As she described this image, tears welled up in her own eyes.

“Would you be willing to pause?” I asked. “Just take a moment to close your eyes and place your hands on your heart as you breathe into this image.”

After a few moments, she opened her eyes. Her features had softened. “So how do I use this AI thing?” she asked.

I clicked on the OpenArt tab in the browser of my laptop then handed it to Harper. “Jot down whatever’s bubbling up for you,” I said. “Then press enter. It’s that simple.”

Harper began typing a few words onto the screen. A few minutes later, her face lit up. “Wow,” she said. “That’s it. That’s how it feels.”

The simplicity of discovering images by typing in keywords and layering one image over another gave her the power to hide things that needed to be hidden and magnify others. She was in the driver’s seat as she traversed—and redesigned—her desert in a way that helped her heal. Click here to see it.

A Golden Eagle

With my Mexican American client Lucia, our EMDR work had stalled after several months. She lived with her aging father, and believed it was her duty to care for him no matter how abusive he was toward her. Some of this aligned with her cultural values, but at times, his degrading treatment of her reawakened the childhood trauma of witnessing him inflict physical violence on almost all of the intimate partners he’d had over the years.

Her goal for therapy was to find ways to set better boundaries in her life and have a healthy family of her own someday. First, I encouraged Lucia to create images of her most persistent negative beliefs, such as “I’m trapped and don’t deserve freedom.” Then, I asked her to create images of the beliefs she’d rather hold like, “I’m not trapped and can trust myself.”

In our sessions, I showed her how to use a free AI program called DALL-E. The first image she created was of a dad holding chains beside a young, crying girl. Click here to see the image. Over time, as therapy progressed, she developed a second image with words between each broken link of the chain, each emphasizing the benefits of being her own person. This image served as a reference point for exploring the emotions, sensations, fears, and hopes connected to setting boundaries with her father. We used slow bilateral movements with EMDR to enhance this resource.  Click here to see the image.

Over time, Lucia created an image of her future self and what she wanted. She used words like “I am courageous, bold, strong, and fearless. I have the ability to choose emotional maturity over feeling trapped.” We were able to solidify these thoughts and feelings about her future into a concrete image of a golden eagle breaking heavy chains and flying out of a storm. Click here to see the image. Since then, she’s created many collages to process traumatic memories. She plans to put them together someday and make a book about her healing experience with EMDR and collage art with AI.

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Unfortunately, as we get older, many of us disconnect from our natural expressivity and innate imaginative powers. As an art therapist, I see this clearly in the contrast between what happens when I guide a roomful of kids through a creative exercise versus a roomful of adults. With kids, a sea of hands rises into the air when I ask, “Who wants to share their art?” In a roomful of adults, I’m lucky if I get one or two tentative fingers.

Bringing AI art into therapy can help reconnect “unartistic” clients to the imaginary realm of metaphor, helping them unearth feelings and ideas that need attention and compassion. Not all our clients are artistic, but they’re all creative.

AI Art Resources

OpenAI

Account required: Easy to create via Google

Cost: 1000 free credits (500 prompts), subscription plans start at $1.99/month

Features: Generates 2 designs per prompt, images are around 300 KB, downloadable without watermark; automatically saves created images and allows for organization in folders; creation time varies from 15 seconds to over a minute

Craiyon

Account not required: Optional account for saving work.

Cost: Free (ad-supported)

Features: Generates 9 low-quality images per prompt (about 1.5 MB total); allows upscaling of images for better quality; image generation can take 1-2 minutes per prompt

Picsart

Account required: Easy to create via Google

Cost: Free for AI image generation; additional features may require a subscription

Features: Generates up to 4 designs per prompt, with options for more; images are around 100 KB and can be downloaded without watermark; fast generation time, typically under 20 seconds

Google’s ImageFX

Account required: Google account needed

Cost: Free

Features: High-quality, realistic image generation; quick generation times, good for beginners

Microsoft Designer’s Image Creator

Account required: Microsoft account needed

Cost: Free

Features: Powered by DALL-E 3, offering high-quality outputs similar to ChatGPT’s image generation

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