They all put themselves behind a line: it's a disruption on the asphalt, a gap intentionally made with stones, a sign due to who knows what, but anyway, it outlines a border. Theystay behind it, side by side, ready to go and cross it as soon as the playmate will start the race - hide and seek, a game more and more rarely seen among children, outdoors.
It indicates an actual space inside which they need to remain, closely, alike, respectfully and then, just when they pass beyond it, everything becomes new and free.
Well, in my case, that's what happened, there was a real line, a precise moment which provoked the beginning of what was already there but I still failed to acknowledge and point out: a young father who comes in for an appointment and tells me he has run over his 3 years old son with the car, in their house's garden. The boy was reaching forhim from behind the car, full of enthusiasm, running to say goodbyebefore his daddy left, but he was in a hurry, one hand on the cell phone, the other on the steering-wheel, his wife on the balcony waiting for a wave, the urge to go away so he won't be be late.
The appointment was not at work but in a hotel room, it was his mistress on the cell phone, she had called early, too early in spite of their agreements. And, while having to mask a conversation, say goodbyeto his wife and just get in the car and get out of that situation, the tragedy happens. When we meet, he's out of words, he hasn't got any. He just can't find them.
There aren't any? I ask
I've got millions of them, he says. I'm a sales representative and words is what I do for a living. But one, just one word that could explain what I'm going through right now – that,I can't find.
Only one would be enough for me, he added after a long moment of silence, one right word.
From that moment on, exactly from that moment, I thought there had to be a way, I mean an organized and coherent system to make it easier, for the ones living the tragedyof a loss, to figure out the right words. Because, if there really is a way, we can implement together thereprocessing pathways of extraordinary existential importance.
The Guided Narration is the ultimate consequence, at least for now, of that research born from a missing word, from a love that's missing.
Genre: PSYCHOLOGY / Education & TrainingIl libro viene diffuso inizialmente tramite i vari canali in rete dell'associazione e poi in maniera costante e capillare tramite i percorsi di formazione, la partecipazione a convegni e incontri vari che da 30 anni vivo durante l'anno. L'interesse che la nostra attività associativa e questa metodologia in particolare sta avendo in Italia (testimoniata dal numero di vendite, dal'utilizzo del libro in Università e presso enti vari) ci porta, in occasione di un prossimo convegno internazionale ad Aachen nel quale presenteremo appunto questo testo, a cercare nuovi mercati in Europa.
A couple of words
The first: ‘Narration’. Precisely to indicate that we are neither talking about a new communication system nor an alternative one, as compared, for instance, to the ones experienced in mutual aid groups. So, we are sticking to the area of what is called, depending on authors and contexts, narrative approach, narration, autobiographic sharing, narration within healing. In all of these cases, the most important is the centrality of personal experience, the absence of clinical analysis, of judgementsand behavioral indications, the free expression of pain in any of its forms, the willingness of the involved individuals to talk about themselves fully and deeply.
The second ‘Guided’. As already mentioned, what one guides is the narration, not the narrated; the reference is the care for the narration as oral/written language expressing, exposing and revealing the personal existential experience, desires, inner conflicts, fears and projects. When practicing, it's about a very particular concern and attention for the linguistic form employed to communicate and analyze the content.
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