This thread has had some thoughtful responses and also some displays of bigotry toward dance therapy.
Since I began practicing dance therapy, I have faced bigotry.
I can only surmise where these attitudes come from. The dance has been used for therapeutic purposes for an untold number of thousands of years. And for thousands of years, people have tried to suppress the dance. My very own parents who married in a Southern Baptist chapel were not allowed to dance at their own wedding reception. I attended a public high school in which during school dances our vice principal would walk around and tell us to leave room for the holy spirit. Footloose basically confirms for us that we have a problem with the dance in the Western world.
Part of the Western world’s opposition to dancing, I believe, stems from the so-called Dancing Plague of 1518. In fact, early on in my practice I doubted myself because of what I knew about that plague. I had a bipolar woman in her 20s as a patient who, after our sessions ended, continued dancing while I was setting up her next appointment. I encouraged her to stop, as the dance ends when therapy ends. She wouldn’t. She didn’t seem able to. It wasn’t a specific dance routine, but just a general type of movement as if she had an earworm. After the frame of actual dance therapy had ended, she continued with recreational dance moves, saying things like, “Backing it up, backing it up,” while clapping her hands as she moved around (in a backward, scooting motion). She would yell, “Whoo! Whoo!”
She told me that she danced more and more like this at home and that her younger siblings had started dancing with her. Knowing how these things have spread in the past, I became concerned.
It wasn’t until my mentor pointed out the obvious flaw in my thinking that I realized what was going on. My patient wasn’t dancing at all. The dance is not random movements you make compulsively to an earworm. The dance is love channeled through discipline of the body. I looked back at the events of 1518 and realized there never truly was a dancing plague. Those people weren’t dancing. No one can be entirely sure what they were doing. But dancers don’t die from the dance. Dancers who dance are living to the full. Those people in 1518 obviously died of something, but it wasn’t the dance. And I believe the dance has been unfairly maligned ever since in our collective Western conscience to the point my parents couldn’t dance at their own wedding reception.
Perhaps my bipolar patient was afflicted with the beginnings of whatever affected those poor souls in 1518, but it was one of those 10% of cases where it became necessary to use medication to treat her bipolar disorder. This is why I love my job. I get to help people through a full arsenal of means, whether it’s the dance or an anticonvulsant. I cannot, however, help a patient who refuses to help herself. This is why I try to attract a vibrant clientele.
I would challenge any of those who questions my motives or actions to question how unwittingly they are affected by cultural bias against the dance. You need to recognize that what happened in 1518 is not what happens on the stages of Broadway today, dance classes across the world, and is not what i teach in my private practice.