I understand that Tanya Byron wrote this book from the point of view of her 22-year-old self, but she comes across as arrogant and unlikeable. If I knew nothing about psychotherapy prior to reading this book, I would be terrified to accept treatment from a mental health trainee. As a clinical psychology student myself, there are a few things I feel I must point out. I didn’t want to do that thing of saying some of us are sane and some of us are mad, because I don’t really believe that. I wanted to show that all of us are struggling and muddling through. Find a narrative and you can often help people.’ Mistake number three: if you ever feel out of your depth, then find a reason to leave and leave. This is a job, not a calling. If you want to save with self-sacrifice, then find a nunnery.

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What follows is the book's introduction, reproduced here with kind permission of the publishers and author. In the epilogue, the author talks about how she intentionally wrote the book in a younger, arrogant and naive version of her. Fair enough. But as a 24 (I really forgot and cannot be bothered to remember her age) year old master's student doing her dissertation, I highly doubt that her cognitive process and vocabulary was that of a 14 year old. Here are just a few examples of her weird narration: Kerry Daynes, leading forensic psychologist, opens up the case files of some of her most perplexing clients to uncover what lies buried behind some of the most extreme and disturbing behaviour.He was charming. In the chaos of the early morning walk-in clinic he was clearly “the man”, the alpha male. the receptionist loved him, there nurses loved him, and so did I-we were his pride. Being a competitive kind of gal I decided that I would be number one lioness. A gruesome family death set Tanya Byron on the path to becoming a child psychologist, a journey she describes in her new book. First, the majority of clinical training that doctoral students receive is not trial by error. The author discusses how she administered an entire neuropsychological battery without ever reviewing the measures with a supervisor. Absurd. I took several classes and was supervised for weeks before giving my own battery.

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discard and disown them. We buy into a model of health that requires mental illness to be cured within prescribed time frames and narrow parameters. Professor Tanya Byron is the Chancellor of my university, so this gives a few different layers to this review. Firstly, there’s a pretty big chance I would never have ended up reading this book, had I not found out about it at graduation (& thank God I did!), and secondly, due to the nature of the book, it was especially hard to imagine someone I knew (sort of) or had at least briefly met, in these situations. It seems more personally revealing and more down to earth, if that makes any sense, and the 4 featured cases (I’m still unsure if they’re entirely fictitious or just tweaked to protect the identity of those involved) are just fascinating and very raw. It was a wild place a place of heavenly debauchery. Beautiful men wanting beautiful men and beautiful women watching those excellently sexy girls who wanted something more than the sexy boys. She’s meant to be a psychologist. And okay, at that time, there’s some leeway: trans people weren’t as well-accepted and understood, and she was just beginning her career as a psychologist. But she didn’t write the book at the beginning of her career, although goodness knows the naivete sometimes makes it seem like it. She should’ve known better.she may not have been the most successful of all of us in applied IQ terms but by God she outdid us all in her emotional intelligence.. Nou, jij werd alvast in je job gesmeten. Ik dacht bij je eerste (fictieve) patiënt (net als jijzelf denk ik); ‘Wat gaat dit goed!’. Dat ging dus helemaal niet zo goed en dit zou heel wat beginnende psychologen afschrikken, maar niet jou, jij bent een doorzetter. Buiten het feit dat Ray bijna je ogen uitstak maakte hij me vooral nieuwsgierig naar de rest van je boek/patiënten. The legend in mental health services is that in general a third of those we treat will get ‘better’, a third will stay the same and a third will get worse. We can’t ‘cure’ everyone, and this is not only because some cannot be cured’ – sometimes we just don’t know how to. In fact, the term ‘cure’ sits unhelpfully in any understanding of supporting those with mental health difficulties

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Ik kan dit boek alleen maar aanraden, het is confronterend, rauw en heel eerlijk gebracht. Het brein blijft af en toe toch zo mysterieus en razend interessant. Dus bedankt Tanya, voor je vlot geschreven verhaal en het delen van je bijzondere ervaringen. Breng je geen vervolg uit? Dan zet ik alvast een kop donkerbruine, sterk en zoete thee. A young woman – eight months pregnant, I discovered much later, and a heroin addict – had battered her about the head with an iron fire poker. She was an ex-tenant of my grandmother’s. Th is woman knew that her former landlady, a German Jewish refugee recently converted to Christianity, had treasures and cash galore stashed among the chaos of her large house, the top two floors of which she rented out. The failures were brushed over and blamed on the patient's,"who don't want help", e.g. The pregnant drug user. Personally I would have preferred more of those stories - about why you can't help some people and how frustrating it must be when you can't help or don't know how. I also found it a bit concerning that she seemed to be free to take on pretty complicated clients with barely any training. I don't know exactly how it is (or was) done in the UK, but undergraduate psych is nowhere near enough to be competent to see clients by yourself here in Australia. Nothing has changed. We don’t like mental illness – we don’t want it in ourselves because it frightens us, and we have no time or desire to really engage with it in others except as something to gawp at and to define ourselves against. We expect people to be mentally ill in ways that we can accept – ways that are comfortable for us – or weWhen Rosie was helping the author out with her diagnostic assessment and Rosie was saying something, the sentence starts like this:

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In that moment I became the rational coper. My darling father howled, but I just shut down and began to try and understand how and why. Iedereen die mij een beetje kent weet dat psychologie en alles rond het menselijk brein (en dan vooral waar het verkeerd loopt: denk psychopathie, manie, etc.) mij mateloos fascineert. Ik was dus heel enthousiast toen ik ‘Niets is wat het lijkt’ bij Uitgeverij Rainbow zag voorbijkomen en het bovendien nog mocht gaan recenseren ook. I agree with the author that we are all on the spectrum. Sometimes it is just ...'there but for the grace of God go I'. Life's circumstances can deal hefty blows and the purpose of clinical psychology is to help 'make the journey from chaos to clarity'. The entire book, I get the uneasy subtle sense that the author is channeling these "inspired" characters to indirectly compliment herself. In the first book the sociopath compliments her amazing blue eyes, her facial structure etc. over and over and over and over again. Then in other scenes people tell her how pretty she looks, could be a model, etc. Even in the case that people did tell her this in real life, I do not see any purpose in her consciously deciding that it was a worthy conversational topic to include into this book other than to praise herself. A badly wounded woman abused by her boyfriend entered the clinic): A nurse came to deal with the bruises, and then left once her task was over- I knew she wanted to be me, staying in the room with him.A region of the brain that influences higher mental functions often associated with intelligence, such as the ability to foresee the consequences of actions, planning, comprehension and mood. All these questions about the shit end of life, at a time when I should have been unthinkingly hedonistic. At fifteen years old, my frontal lobes were in a post-pubertal stage of reorganization, which meant I should have been taking my own risks and thinking bugger all about the consequences. Last year, while writing The Skeleton Cupboard, a memoir of her early years training as a clinical psychologist from 1989 to 1992, she asked them of herself. Alzheimer's is always heart-breaking, but the poor man, Harold, described in this book, is more so than anything I have ever read. Because Alzheimer's leaves old memories intact, a survivor of Auschwitz concentration camp is doomed to relive his time there, the present having left him. He was a German Jew who after the war became a famous scientist in London who suffered terribly from PTSD and couldn't stand in line or bear uniforms. Hoe houd je je staande in een wereld van prestatiedruk, geluksterreur en idioot hoge verwachtingen?