Māori psychotherapy
A cultural oxymoron
Abstract
More than 18 months ago I was asked to write something for the NZAP journal. I remember saying yes, and then forgetting all about it. Over that time, the requests have continued. Only today in May 2010, have I actually done something about it. I'm not sure what I said back then, so this is what I wrote to present at the Christchurch gathering.
I begin, however, with a story, a remembering now coloured by time and recited with a different awareness.
It's about two Susans at a time when they were beginning their careers as psychotherapists. I had the good fortune to spend a little time with both of them. Susan one shared her fears and wondering about working with a group of Māori men all incarcerated in 'A' Block at Paremoremo Prison. Here's this white chick dressed in vibrant colours enquiring about those unspoken things with hardcore criminals. "What can I do better, she asks me?"