Trauma and Neglect

The blog includes articles I have written over the last few years, as well as a weekly post where I share what’s on my mind, even if it’s an undeveloped idea that popped up when I was stirring a vat of cheese!

Attachment Shock: Pandemic, DBR, Validation

It was the end of 2019, I was awash in all the mixed emotions of my father’s death. And boom, enter the Pandemic of COVID-19. Abruptly, the entire world was invaded, shrouded

Neglect to Remember: Proust, Bushes, Healthy Aging

Sometimes memory seems so mysterious and baffling. The other day, suddenly and seemingly quite randomly, I felt washed over by a “Maverick” wave of shame. Maverick waves I learned, in the surfing

Neglect Informed Sex Therapy: Evil? “Solutions”, Health

In the early years of the Millennium, it seemed as if the world was suddenly haunted by a dreaded and insidious enemy. It kind of reminded me of the opening lines of

Me, Myself and I: Roots, One Person, One Hand Clapping

For some time I’ve been meaning to write a blog about the “Dilemma Without Solution” which is a centerpiece of my work. I consider it the heart and soul of neglect trauma.

A Folding Chair: Chains, Peace, Leaves:

Please receive my sincerest apology and regret for being late with the blog! It is an essential neglect issue and certainly a value and intention of mine to be reliable and consistent.

Hope: Don’t Mope! Abandonment, Drive

As the US winds up for another presidential election, I find myself feeling exhausted and barraged by a seemingly elaborate industry of strategy and tactics, already. Even while the actual race is

A River In Egypt: Love, Blindness, Trauma and Neglect

I remember when the alcoholism field was budding and there was a bumper crop of pop literature about alcoholic families, a buzzword du jour was “denial.” Of course, this was long before

“Tengo:” About Gratitude: Alcoholics, Symptoms, Going Forward

Recently I had occasion to walk through the neighboring SF Mission District. For whatever reason, the mystery of memory, I found myself remembering a distant past I had not thought about in

Silent World of Sex: Mystery, Shame, Neglect

Perhaps the most inelegant step in the cheesemaking process is washing the eight-gallon (30-litre) pot. For those of you who haven’t seen me, I could probably bathe in it. Washing up is

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