Family
Counselling – Home Visits
As part of my
practice, I occasionally perform home visits for families who wish to make use of
my techniques to address issues. For
some reason, which I suspect is for a number of reasons, they tend to involve
sons and other young male members of the family, but that’s not important. What is is dealing with the questions they
have.
Take this
example. A friend who was a teacher told
me of three young boys from her school, all from the same family, who she had
overheard talking in the lunch room.
They had watched a film with their parents, where a family were held
hostage, and she could tell from the way they were talking they were upset at
what they had seen – fearful as well.
She had talked to their mother in the playground, and found out she and
her husband had seen and heard the same thing, but did not know what to do
about it. So my friend referred them to
me, and they arranged for me to call on them one afternoon.
I started to
talk to the boys – they were ten, nine and eight, the two older boys wearing
sweaters and jeans, the youngest a red t-shirt and blue shorts. At first, we talked about everything but the
film, but slowly I got them round to the topic of interest, and they told me
they had been scared by what they saw – but also intrigued. They wondered what it felt like, but didn’t
want to ask their parents in case they thought they were really “not right in
the head” as the oldest boy put it.
So I suggested
a game the three of them could play – and asked them if they knew of their
parents having any washing lines they were not using. All four of us then went into the garage,
where they showed me some red and yellow washing lines.
What I then did
was volunteer to tie the three of them with the ropes. The youngest boy asked if I could tie him to
a support in the garage, so we all walked over as he stood and then put his
arms behind him, round the pole. I took
the yellow washing line, and wrapped it round his upper body and the pole so
that he was secured to it, then used the ends to tie his wrists together behind
the pole itself.
His brothers
looked at me as he laughed, and said it was nothing to be scared of, so they
eagerly volunteered. With one of the red
washing lines, I tied the middle son, his hands behind his back, then bands
around his arms and body so that it looked like he had a red band over his
jumper, then wound it down his legs so they were secured as well. For his older brother, I tied his wrists
behind his back, and then his arms to his sides, before I cut the rope and then
used the remainder to tie his ankles together.
I lowered the two
boys to the floor, and then stood back as they rolled round, laughed, and had
fun – as their mother and father watched.
I had managed to take their fears, and make them into something
positive…
Another home
visit was at the request of two of my clients – Coral and her nineteen year old
daughter Shona. They had used my
services three years before, when they had been the victims of a home invasion
– and I was aware that, after that time, they had continued to secure each
other.
So I was
surprised to be invited to their home one day, but I was glad to see both of
them. Coral now had grey hair, and was
wearing a grey cowl necked jumper with elbow length sleeves over a black top,
dark jeans and knee length burgundy leather boots. Shona had a grey fleece on over a red jumper,
jeans and long brown leather boots.
As it turned
out, however, they wanted to see me for another reason – Coral’s sons, Jack and
John. They had accidentally seen Shona
while their mother was tying her up, and now – they had questions.
Questions both
of them felt I was the best one to answer.
Ones they wanted no part in answering until I had spoken to them – so
before I went to talk to them, I had to make sure they could not interfere.
Both of them
looked at me as I walked into the kitchen, saying I was asked by their mother
to come and answer their questions. Jack
was wearing a grey sweatshirt and joggers, John a black hoodie and jeans. They both looked at me, and said something
like what questions?
I smiled, and
said I had helped their mother and sister a few years ago with an issue. That caught their attention, so I started to
tell them what I did, and how I helped those who had issues getting over past
events to deal with them. That
fascinated them, and then John asked how I would stop him from moving round.
All it needed
was an old grey plastic chair, a long length of yellow tow rope, some green
tape – and a very happy John after I had secured him to the chair and covered
his mouth with the green tape. Jack was
laughing at him – until I used the green tape to bind and cover his mouth as
well…
And then I
opened the door, as their mother and sister jumped in, tape over their mouths
as well, and they had a little fun together…
As you may
remember, I spend some time each summer offering my services at a festival –
and it was from there the next home visit I can talk about arose. One of my clients from there asked if I would
help supervise a family activity – one that was uniquely set to my skills.
SO I arrived at
a farmhouse somewhere in the Midlands, to be greeted by a dark haired woman in
her late forties. It was about ten in
the morning, but when I came in I found her two teenage sons still in their
pyjamas. The oldest, who was about fourteen,
was wearing a white t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, while his younger brother – I
think he was about twelve – was wearing a white t-shirt with grey bottoms and
white ankle socks.
As we sat and
drank coffee, their mother told me her boys had been pestering her to do what
they called an “escape challenge” – but she was concerned they may hurt each
other or her. So I said I would be happy
to supervise such a game – and then I heard why their mother had been so
concerned.
The boys, it
came out, had seen a show where the family were tied to chairs with thin twine
– and they did not believe that would work.
Well, I decided to show them that sometimes, it is not what you use, it
is how you use it…
I got the boys
to sit on two identical chairs – wooden ones with armrests, and white
upholstered seats and backs – and picked up the ball of thin twine as their
mother watched. The older boy was first
– I got him to put his arms on the rests, and started by tying the twine round
his right arm and the armrest. And I
went on from there, winding it up his arm, then round his waist and down his
other arm.
From there, I
took the twine round him and the chair, in the process fixing his waist and
upper body to the chair back, and his legs to the chair legs. When I had finished, tie was as if a spider
had wound its silk round his body to hold him to the chair – and even though I
could see the impression of the twine on his arms, he was smiling and talking,
so it wasn’t too uncomfortable.
His brother was
laughing – and then I cut the twine, tied it off, and walked over to him, as he
realised it was his turn… And indeed, a
few minutes later, he was just as tightly secured to his chair, as they looked
at each other. I had done what they had
asked – and they seemed to be enjoying it.
But it was
their mother’s turn – she was wearing a light green polo shirt and a knee
length black skirt, but I didn’t think she could be tied the same way as her
sons, for the sake of modesty. So I used
some ropes they had to tie her to a dining chair, her wrists secured together
in front of her, her body and legs tied to the chair itself.
We then spent
some time talking about how they felt, and whether or not they could move –
before I offered to make sure they found it difficult to speak. They looked at each other, and then nodded –
which is why they spent the next hour with rolled up tea towels tied between
their lips.
Often I do home
visits because the people I need to see are not ready to come out yet. Two occasions on which that happened came to
mind – one which involved four cousins, another a family where the children had
seen something. That first time, I had
read in the paper of a home invasion where the four kids had been locked in a
room, while the intruders bound and gagged their mothers – and they were now
too scared to go out.
That was
actually a relatively simple thing to take care of – I asked the four kids if
they would try something for me, and I got them to sit in a circle, all back to
back. I then used two pairs of long
sports socks, and tied all four together to make a band – a band which, after I
told them all to put their hands in the air, I tied round all four of them so
that they were held together.
I let them put
their arms down, and watched as they tried to move and then giggled – which is
when I asked if they would let me make it difficult to talk. They all nodded – and that was where two
pairs of ankle socks came into play, each one rolled up and then put into their
mouths as they tried to talk.
The slightly
longer tale is around a young mother, who had a seven year old daughter and two
sons, aged six and five. They were
referred to me by a police officer, after they had been involved in a bank
robbery – they had the bad luck to be in the building when an armed gang went
in, and they had their wrists and ankles taped.
The kids were having difficulty dealing with it – and did not want to
leave their house.
So I went to
visit them – it was a Sunday afternoon, and we sat talking for a little while, letting
them talk about their fears. It was
actually a situation I had experienced before – the real seat of their fear was
that it had happened violently, and the men who did it to them were rough. So I took my standard approach, and asked if
they would let their mother tie them instead.
To my surprise,
the daughter said she would go first, so I opened the bag I had brought and got
out a length of light brown rope. She
was wearing a pink polo shirt, blue skirt and dark tights, so I told her mother
to make a lasso with the rope, then put it over before she pulled the loop
tight. It sat round her stomach, keeping
her arms in place, and we all waited a minute or two as she looked at it, and then
nodded that she was happy.
I got her mother
to slowly wind the rope round her, making loops that went down and around her
waist and wrists, her legs, and finally her ankles before she tied it off. I watched and asked her if she was all right,
and she nodded – and then giggled as her mother tickled her.
Her six year
old son said he wanted to go next, so I got him to sit on the floor, before his
sister jumped over and lay down on the couch, her feet near her younger brother. He sat there, in his white t-shirt and denim
shorts, and watched as his mother took a shorter length of red rope and tied
his bare ankles tightly together. He
giggled as she did that, and then I got her to tie his wrists together in front
of himself. As he waved his hands round,
I asked his brother to sit behind him.
His mother then tied his wrists and ankles as well, the rope over his
blue t-shirt and cargo shorts.
So the boys
were tied back to back on the floor, as her daughter lay on her side on the
couch, and they talked to each other, unafraid, able to share their fears and
true feelings…
As a
counsellor, I have been known to tape sessions – but for some of my sessions, I
end up using tape. This was actually a
night when I was having a coffee with my neighbour, while her two kids played
in their bedroom. Her boy was eight
years old, and I remember he was wearing a black t-shirt and over the knee fawn
pants, while her six year old daughter had on a yellow top and a long striped
skirt.
Anyway, they
had found a roll of thin brown tape, and as we talked they were obviously doing
something – but what that something was did not become clear until her daughter
ran in, asking her mother to look at her.
Her upper body, from her neck to her waist, was wrapped in tape so that
she was mummified, but she was laughing and giggling as her brother came in, a
sheepish look on his face and the roll of tape in his hand.
Their mother
was about to be very angry, but I asked if she would allow me to deal with him
– and I motioned for him to come over and give me the roll of tape. I then told him if he did it, he had to take
it – and told him to put his hands together in front of himself.
As he and his
sister watched, I taped his wrists together – and then ran the tape up and
wrapped it round his arms and body as well, so that they were held firmly to
his sides. He grinned, and said this was
fun – and his sister said it as well, so their mother just laughed and said
they should carry on.
Situation
defused…
The most recent
home visit I made was to a young family, who had twin six year old girls. They had woken up one morning, got up, and
gone to say good morning to their parents – to find them in the bed, lying on
their stomachs, their wrists tied together behind their backs with sting, their
ankles tied together, and with white tape covering their mouths.
The sight had
terrified them – and they had run screaming into the street, where their
neighbour had seen them. When the police
came, it came out they had been the victims of a home invasion in the early hours
of the morning, but had said nothing to make the intruders think there were two
six year old girls asleep in another room.
A brave, and
sensible thing for a parent to do – but the problem was, the girls were
terrified. So the case officer asked me
to call on them one day.
The girls were
real cuties – light brown hair, one with it in a knot on her head, wearing a
light pink leotard and lace tutu, the other with her hair loose and wearing a
top with a red insect pattern on it over white leggings. Their mother was wearing a V-necked sweater
and jeans, and the worried look I had seen so often as we sat and talked.
The girls were
on the floor, one reading, the other drawing, but as we talked I could see the
way they kept looking at me and my mother.
The concern was there plainly to be seen – so I winked at them,
surprising them both, and said I could see they were worried. I then took a roll of white tape from my bag,
and tossed it to them, watching as they saw it land between them.
I reassured
them it was not going to hurt them, and asked them to pick it up, hold it, and
pass it to each other. Their mother
watched as one of them slowly picked it up, held it, and then passed it to the
other twin.
When I asked
them if it scared them, they both shook their heads, so I then took the roll of
tape back, and asked them each to hold their arm out, before I tore a small
strip off and pressed one onto their bare skin, their mother watching all the
time. This was a hypoallergenic tape, a
wide roll, so I knew it would not harm them, but they needed to feel it for
themselves as I watched.
When they both
said it felt quite nice, I did something they were not expecting – I tore a long
strip off, and stuck it over my own mouth, then looked at them as I tried to
ask them how it looked. They both
giggled, as one of them said they could see my lips move under the tape, but
did not understand me.
I nodded to
show I had heard them, and then I wrote something on my pad and showed it to
them. What I wrote was this.
“Would you like
me to put some on your mouth?”
They looked at
their mother, who had been watching all three of us, and when she nodded they
nodded as well, then stood in front of me.
I tore a strip off for each of them, and pressed them gently – but firmly
– down over their mouths, their mother watching as they turned and looked at
each other, then tried to talk.
They then
started to laugh – in a muted way, but we could both see the smiles under the
tape, so I passed the roll to their mother – who then covered her own mouth, as
we all tried to talk to each other.
So their fears
were assuaged – and those of their mother as well. In fact, I am paying them a return visit
today – and this time, I’m taking some ropes as well...
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