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Sunny: Inside and Out?

"People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy." 
Anton Chekhov

I've noticed a correlation between sunshine and attendance.  As the sun comes out, clients are less likely to show for appointments.  Throw in a few (well, more than a few) Bank Holidays, and my diary starts to look more than a little confused.  I find myself sitting alone, facing an empty chair, wondering about what might have been in the session which doesn't happen, and reflecting on the possible meanings behind my client's absence.  The impact of the sunshine on individuals' mood is well documented, and presenting for therapy might well seem like an unwelcome chore.  

Coming in to the therapy room perhaps feels inconvenient, or worse still it could represent a threat, as though it might negatively effect the lightened frame of mind and sunny disposition from which everything suddenly seems better, and life just that little bit easier.  Sunshine, particularly when sustained over a few days, has a dramatic effect on the collective mood - people smile, and might even acknowledge complete strangers, people dress differently, and their demeanour seems to become lighter.  I'm not suggesting that people have been seen skipping around the streets of London, but the recent bout of holidays, and celebrations of some very public nuptials have had a contagious impact.  What might I, as a therapist, represent in my consistency come rain or shine?  What does the therapy room hold as seasons change? 

"Be intent upon the perfection of the present day."  William Law (1686-1761)

I have come to understand that it can feel difficult coming to therapy when the sun's out, and people are smiling - not just for those who would rather be basking in the sunshine, but also for those who feel they 'should' be feeling better than they are, when the grip of depression won't shift, whatever the weather.  For many, there is a sense of injustice that their inner world and reality does not reflect the hope of Spring and promise of Summer. 

Perhaps the therapy room is one of the few places left where we are unlikely to spend great amounts of time (if any) remarking on the weather, and therein lies the safety.  The British have a reputation for being obsessed by the weather, which can (and frequently does) dominate our thoughts and interactions.  Culturally, we're not nearly as comfortable consulting professionals about issues relating to our mental health and wellbeing.  We've come a long way, but there's still a fair way to go. 

"No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow."  Proverb

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