But in my short distance along this route I would say it does feel unique. In that you feel for a patient's problem and situation and you're aiming to be a pure agent of help. That's not exactly common in our interactions with people. So when I have felt it. It gives you something to come to work for.
From a patient's point of view I think that same sense of 'when you feel it, it gives you something to come to work (or in my case, therapy) for' is true from the opposite side of the treatment equation as well. Those moments of real break through, and progress, where you can sense the energy in the room almost coalesce into a shared and equal experience of both pride and accomplishment. It does make you want to work harder, to strive for more of those moments, because they are a very unique and precious experience.
I think in my case it's easier with people who have a good heart. Regardless of the folly or misfortune of their circumstance. I don't mind addicts for instance. As long as there's a fighter with a good heart struggling to pick up the pieces of their life, then the bond can be great.
As a recovered addict I can definitely say that having someone be able to look past the addiction and respond to me as a person, with both potential and a sense of goodness buried underneath the destructive behaviours I was engaging in, went a long way towards encouraging and assisting my eventual recovery. I'd already gone through, and failed, what felt like so many different treatment programs that I reached a point where I really had just given up and was prepared to let the addiction run its course until I reached the grave, most likely by my own hand. As far as I was concerned not only had I run dry of any hope, I also wasn't worth saving as it was. I'd really lost sight of myself as a person and tended more towards seeing myself as nothing but a collection of negative labels - 'junkie', 'street prostitute', 'liar', 'scum' - a tendency that had been reinforced with every treatment failure, every person that walked past me on the street and looked at me like I was something they'd just scraped off the bottom of their shoe, and every Doctor that had rolled their eyes, or glared across the table when I approached them for help, and then hastily scrawled out yet another script for benzos and given me a 50 yard stare that said 'just try and come back to my office, I dare you'. Then an outreach group, consisting of former addicts and sex workers, along with social workers and nurses began to visit us out on the streets. They gave out clean needles, supplies of condoms and lube, offered basic health checks and counselling, but most importantly they spent time just talking and socialising with us like we were people who still mattered, and deserved to be treated with respect. I'm not saying it was a case of 'someone was nice to me, and behold I was cured', but the more time I spent with those outreach workers, and the more I realised they were looking past the labels and seeing the person buried underneath, the more a tiny little initial seed that had been planted began to grow, and the more I began to think, "You know maybe I do owe it to myself to give things one last try." It all eventually came together to produce a single moment of clarity, one of those classic 'the heavens have opened up, the veil has lifted' type epiphanies that occur when you're dope sick on a street corner around 3 am in the freezing cold, and later that same day I basically just walked straight back into a treatment program, said 'help me', and that was that. I'm celebrating my 12th year clean this year.
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Never underestimate the power the right words and attitude can have on a person, no matter how deeply enmeshed in the quagmire they might seem.
On the other hand, I think I may have just had a borderline personality disorder patient on medicine wards. For that sort of conflict oriented mind it might require a more developed clinician to achieve some measure of bonding.
For now it usually happens for me when a patient and I generally like each other.
Yes I can definitely see my own therapeutic bond has most likely also been helped along a great deal by the fact that my Psychiatrist and I do seem to get along quite well. We're about the same age, have very similar personalities, similar interests, similar life attitudes, etc etc. Not that I'd ever labour under any sort of false notion that 'similarity equaled friendship', we are still Doctor/patient engaging within a therapeutic frame of reference, not a couple of buddies having regular catch ups to shoot the breeze with one another...even so I do think those similarities have gone some way towards enhancing the quality of the bond we have developed.