My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
What can be done depends upon more factors than are available to our control (the setting, the clients, the expectation and orientation of agencies), and so goals in treatment are necessarily limited -- especially long-term.
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