Where the Crawdads Sing – A story of grits to polenta

[spoiler alert: if you haven’t read the book or seen the movie stop now]

What if grits play the role of barometer for character development in the coming-of-age mystery drama novel (now a movie) Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens?

Following this suspicion, I searched the book’s index for “grits”: It shows up 52 times. This number includes the 2 times “grit” is referenced in her character. Seems poetically appropriate that Kya’s character of survival and self-preservation would reveal grit, through grits.

Let’s look at the story through the perspective of grits in 5 quotes…

“Kya was very hungry. For breakfast she’d boiled grits with soda crackers stirred in because she didn’t have any salt. One thing she already knew about life: you can’t eat grits without salt.”

Left alone at age 7 the challenge to feed herself fuels the story arc. Modifying the recipe for grits to include crackers with salt shows Kya’s resourcefulness.

“In a few days she got the hang of fixing grits, although no matter how hard she stirred, they lumped up some. The next week she bought backbones—marked with a red tag—and boiled them with grits and collard greens in a mush that tasted fine.”

Kya continues to adapt her grits recipe to become inclusive of any surplus flavor while working to smooth the texture.

“She lived on dried fish, mussels, oysters. Grits and greens.”

This menu defines Kya’s childhood between what she could gather herself and the grits she bought at the store. Her complete dependence on coastal North Carolina for food, safety, and learning makes her a creature of the marsh: the marsh girl.  

“Each morning they rose at dawn and, while Tate percolated coffee, Kya fried corn fritters in Ma’s old iron skillet—blackened and dented—or stirred grits and eggs as sunrise eased over the lagoon.”

Further along the storyline, her recipe evolves to include more ingredients and skills, as she shares her meals with Tate.

“Almost every shop had a special table displaying the books by Catherine Danielle Clark ~ Local Author ~ Award-Winning Biologist. Grits were listed on the menus as polenta in mushroom sauce and cost $6.00.”

Towards the end of the book, grits are no longer food for survival and becomes food for adoring fans and travelers to the area.

In contrast, notice the use of “grit” in the book to highlight a decisive moment of loss,

“Dug sweaty cheese from her bag. Then slumped on the floor and ate mindlessly, touching her bruised cheek. Her face, arms, and legs were cut and smeared with bloody grit. Knees scratched and throbbing. She sobbed, fighting shame, suddenly spitting the cheese out in a chunky, wet spray.”

Grit and grits, strength in the face of loss, and food for survival implicate each other in the book. Unfortunately, grits as a character barometer in the book Where the Crawdads Sing was lost in the movie.

Maybe have a bowl of grits to make up for the omission after watching the movie.

More about grits here: https://islandlifenc.com/a-guide-to-southern-grits/

Today is the first day of Hispanic Heritage, why not combine the stories of survival in a bowl?

Here is a recipe for creamy grits from one of my favorite cookbooks, Turnip Green and Tortillas: A Mexican Cook Spices up the Southern Kitchen.

1-quart heavy cream

1 cup quick grits (not instant)

¼ cup sugar

1½ teaspoons salt, plus additional as desired

Bring the cream to a boil in a large saucepan over medium-high heat. Watch carefully so it doesn’t boil over. While continually whisking, add the grits and cook, whisking, for 5 minutes. Add the sugar and salt and cook, whisking frequently, for an additional 5 to 10 minutes, until the grits are tender. Serve hot.

The cookbook also offers a lighter version and a blue cheese version. I know adding cream to grits can be controversial.

Make grits the way you want when summoning your grit. What food would you choose to be the barometer of your evolution?

Wishing you a full bowl,


Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing. Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Hernandez, Eddie; Puckett, Susan. Turnip Greens & Tortillas: A Mexican Chef Spices Up the Southern Kitchen (p. 175). HMH Books. Kindle Edition.

Food Poem – In the Produce Aisle by Kirsten Dierking

In the vivid red
of the fresh berries,
in the pebbled skin
of an emerald lime,
in the bright colors
of things made
to be transitory,
you see the same
you find in your own
delicate flesh,
the lines fanned
around your eyes
charming like
the burnish
of plums,
your life like
all the other
fragile organics,
your soft hand
hovering over
the succulent apple,
you reach for it,
already transforming.

Kirsten Dierking, “In the Produce Aisle”  from Northern Oracle. © 2007 Kirsten Dierking published by Spout Press. From 1/5/2022 The Writer’s Almanac

Food Poem – Jack Kerouac

“The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks don't see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you’re already
in heaven now.
That’s the story.
That’s the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they’re
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s’why I’ll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.”

from https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1354192-the-portable-jack-kerouac

Blooming Character: 12 Advantages of Aging

Next time you feel burdened by your slowness, call your daughter by your son’s name, catch yourself repeating stories or wonder if it will be your last time on a long road trip, embrace the chance to rediscover yourself. When you do, you may see your character shine, as your story sparkles bright through the inevitable dimming of the body. There are profound reasons to celebrate aging, explains Jungian psychologist James Hillman in his 1999 book, Force of Character. According to Hillman, there are at least 12 ways your soul shines in a lasting and leaving life:

  • Crystallized Character

Your mental capacities and physical vitality may decline in old age, as might your mobility weaken, yet your character shows ever more energy as your form becomes more actualized.”

In old age, an individual’s pattern of life becomes crystallized and embraced. The force of energy comes from evidence of experience “this is how I do things” or “it’s always worked for me this way.” We stop fighting ourselves. Our style emerges without apology. While in youth with feel pushed by outside forces, in old age we feel pushed from within, from lifelong habits, patterns and character. For better or worse we become the thoughts, feeling and actions we practiced repeatedly. Old age amplifies our best and worst characteristics.

  • Role Integration

“Character is characters; our nature is a plural complexity, a multiphasic polysemous weave, a bundle, a tangle, a sleeve. That’s why we need a long old age: to ravel out the snarls and set things straight.”

Circumstances require us to be different things to different people at different times. Age allows those compelling circumstances to lose grip and we begin to see ourselves as a whole person beyond the fragments of our functions, relationships, and actions. We begin to see our life as a unified path instead of a multiplicity of destinations and roles. We learn to hold the complexity and contradictions in our character. As our eventual destination becomes clear we can focus on our path, our style, what makes our approach to life unique.

  • Mindful Slowness

“Once we were down the stairs and out the door way ahead of our feet. Now who knows when the trick knee will give out or the foot miss the tread. Once we learned from the fox and the hawk; now the walrus, the tortoise, and the moose in a dark bog are our mentors. The adventure of slowness.”

Slowness invites mindful awareness that includes possibilities of both discomfort and accomplishment. We begin to notice our own interactions with vulnerable curiosity instead of the assumed privilege of youthful invincibility. A trip up or down the stairs becomes an exercise of skillful awareness, a brave adventure into unknown pain, and an acceptance of our own unsteady weight. It is no longer simply an unthought means to getting somewhere, it is a journey step by step.

  • Ordinary Magic

“Transcendence of the daily does not occur until the epiphany of the last time.”

The awareness of finality infuses seemingly mundane events with fragile beauty. The possibility “that this could be the last time” adds a film of nostalgia and romanticism. We look to save the last voicemail message, remember the last time she went to the park, he made coffee, the last time in the car, the last time something ordinary happened that now seems extraordinary in absence. Old age gives us the lived awareness of human finitude, vulnerability, temporality. We see the cut flower as both beautiful and dying. Old age teaches us that meaning lives in the small, daily activity of living.

  • Embodied Insight

“In old age, interest shifts from information to intelligence. By this I mean that information brings news, while intelligence searches it for insight.”  

Old age opens our power to see beyond details into wide connections and relevance. We filter out unimportant minutia through the sieve of our experience. We reinforce and sometimes stubbornly holdfast to what we believe our own life has taught us as our truth. The flood of information often feels overwhelming, repetitive, and confusing. Intelligence cultivated over a lifetime and corroborated by experience distrusts abstract data.

  • Inquisitive Curiosity

“Inquisitive curiosity into the lives of others extends our lives. This is not sharing; it is artful listening. The other person is a fount of lifeblood, which transfuses vitality into your soul if you can provoke the other with your listening. Probing—sniffing for lowlife, tidbits of scandal, tasty morsels of salacious gossip that awaken the appetite for the teeming life around you—loosens the limits of personal self-occupied concerns. Backward, downward, outward extend a life beyond its borders and free it from attachment to personal identity, character freed of that greedy bully, Me.”

In efforts to engage and probe others, old age, shows us the breadth of life lived by many. As we become experts of our own lives, we crave to learn more about others. We become nosy and escape the struggles of our lives by engaging life around and beyond us. What are the neighbors’ doing? How are the kids? Where are our friends?…are ways to live vicariously, depending on our character with compassion or with judgment. 

  • Rhyming Repetition

“By means of repetition the psyche forms significance from the ordinary. It is as if the soul begs for the same stories so that it knows that something will last.”

“Did I already tell you this, never mind, let me tell it again.” We become the old people who repeat stories to the annoyance of everyone. We practice our own narratives, fragments of memories, stories of love and loss in order to meet our craving for consistency. We supply the comforting known, if the world will not provide it. Repetition is how character announces itself as cultivated style. Next time you find your eyes rolling as someone repeats a story for the 4th time in two days, understand this person is trying to rehearse and recover meaning from the past. It is a form of appreciation like the security of reheated leftovers the next day.

  • Wide Connection

“By muddling differences among the individuals of the family we may be getting closer to what we essentially share with them. The apple does not fall far from the tree, but first you have to see the tree.”

Have you called your daughter by your son’s name or vice versa? This certainly annoys them, perhaps assuming that you are not noticing them or paying attention to their uniqueness. Old age guides us to drop the details and focus on connections. In this case the son and daughter occupy the same category of nurtured beings, the specific name is secondary. In this fuzzy old age landscape, relationships, pathways, style, life simplifies into categories of love and fear. Depending on the force of your character, your mental landmarks reveal themselves in your established relationships and those you relate to.

  • Fantasized Sensuality

“The sexualization of the old mind is part of its unusual wisdom. It shows a character that no longer separates pleasure from virtue. It places no restrictions on imaginative freedom. It presents character strengthened by imagining rather than by stiff-lipped willpower. The strength of this character lies less in controlling its lustful fantasies than in understanding their transpersonal nature as a cosmic dynamic.”

The proverbial dirty old man (or hypersexual old woman) challenges social decorum of restricted and functional sex. Old age exposes sensuality beyond procreational and sexual power. This fascination with sexuality is grounded in the lust for the connecting power of life. There is no goal or restriction. The old mind is free to imagine pleasurable intimacy free of expectations of egoistic virtue. As the sharpness of sensation softens, sensuality along with factors of slowness, integrated self, curiosity, and connection, allows the old mind to spark the old body with cosmic imagination.

  • Built Integrity

“A structured character is not necessarily one laced together by moral virtues; its pattern may be facile, sneaky, even corrupt. But this, too, forms fate. Integrity does not mean having a granite jaw. A filigree is also a pattern; a house of cards is also a structure. The idea of integrity asks only that one be what one is and nothing more or other.”

Old age affords us integrity of soul earned through a lifetime of choices and experiences. Related to integrating and owning all the complex twists and turns of our lives, old age integrity is grounded in self-recognition: This is who I am, uniquely flawed. This acceptance quiets self-hatred with mercy and grace. One is complete, even when feeling physically broken.

  • Focused Resourcefulness

“Climbing the stairs, you pause and pant. Lasting whispers: “Your lungs; the heart can’t take the sudden strain; you are getting weaker every day.” Leaving says: “Why are you still climbing, still pushing yourself upward, step after step? Is there no other way to reach another level?”

In admitting weakness and fragility, old age, asks us to infuse each act of effort with mindful self-curiosity. Why am I doing this? Wanting to last long in life reduces each ache and twitch to a betrayal. Old age as an attitude of leaving the body, Hillman argues, makes our soul shine brighter through cracks in the body. The graceful exit allows compassionate adjustments without moral judgments of weakness. My body is leaving life, how my heart accommodates this inevitability is where my choice and freedom exists.

  • Loving Imagination

“Where imagination focuses intently on the character of the other—as it does between opposing generals, guard and hostage, analyst and patient—love follows. The human connection may benefit from exhortations to love one another, but for a relationship to stay alive, love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.”

Old age can help us nurture relationships with people unlike us, people who do not serve our needs, or whose needs we are not obligated to serve. A breadth of life experience sparked by imagination allows us to see in our opposite. Love erupts from honoring the character in the other, as we recognize our own force of character. If I can’t help who I am, can I expect the other person to do so? As we become less functional ourselves, we become willing to understand others who are not related to me functionally. We stop instrumentalizing others and ourselves. Love flows between souls illuminated by the force of their own character. We learn to imagine love as curiosity about other lives, beyond functional roles.

Advantages of aging gently help us find embodied acceptance of life as preciously finite. Our character ripens in the softness of the body. We become who we practiced being. We finally accept our character as an inevitable force, as we recognize the character of others. There is profound purpose in the wise old man or crone in showing the way through and out of life’s constrictions and life itself.

Instead of merely staying alive, may we all leave life well.


Invitation to “know thyself”

Three months ago I launched an online life-consulting practice: The Self-Curious Project. In this short time, I had at least 50 meaningful and honest conversations that taught me more than any academic program. So many questions worth exploring:

  • how do I not feel anxious about moving far from home?
  • how do I make friends and ease my social anxiety?
  • how do I stop nervous talking?
  • how do respond to “what will people say?”
  • how do not feel like a failure?
  • how do I live up to my parent’s expectations?
  • how do I get over a break up?
  • how do I deal with my grandmother’s death?
  • how do I adjust to grown-up children and their choices?
  • how do I feel more confident?
  • how do I like how I look?
  • how do I let go of my past hurt?
  • how do I move on and forward?
  • how do I………..

The answer depends on what each person brings with the question, in their mind, heart and body. My work with them involves making space for the uncomfortable thoughts, feelings and sensations. To make it safe to feel those feelings without judgement and with support.

My training in architecture, philosophy, social work and yoga perfectly align to this mission of supporting embodied self-curiosity. I can guide their conceptual understanding (philosophy), their awareness of inner-space within an outer world (architecture), their life circumstances and context (social work) and their moving shape (yoga). Having my own practice affords me time to explore the dynamic life of each person without rushing, without the pressure of insurance forms, without one-size-fits all conceptual impositions, without pathologizing functioning human experience. After each session, instead of notes, I write each client a summary email, recounting meaningful moments during the session, skills practiced, and yes, I give homework. There is always action. Learning without empowering action is a pointless waste of precious energy, time, space and connection. Self-acceptance requires a relentless practice of self-curiosity. It is not an event, a therapeutic breakthrough, a quick fix. Hence, the need for a witness, coach, consultant, counselor, or therapist.

Sitting with clients has taught me to slow down, to carefully listen for answers hidden in their own questions. Sometimes I feel like an archeologist, helping excavate hidden hopes and treasure. It is magical to see a person recognize themselves in their own fears and joys. I welcome the tears and I welcome the smiles. It is all the dazzling array of life examined, accepted, and thus worthy.

This blog is my self-curious playground. Thank you for reading, keeping me company and being my listener. The self-curious project is about you, fed by what I learn about myself here. It is the professional face of my personal inspirations. As readers of my private curiosities, I invite you to visit: https://theselfcurious.com/.

I offer a complimentary 30-minute consultation mostly because I enjoy connecting with people, and also so you can make an informed choice of whether self-exploration is worth your time and money. Signing up for a time-slot is easy. If not, email me.

Let’s have a architectural, embodied, philosophical and therapeutic conversation about what it’s like to be you. If I don’t see you there, no worries, hope to still see you here. I’m so thankful for your presence.

Stay in goodness. Stay in ease.


Food Poem: Breakfast by Joyce Sutphen

My father taught me how to eat breakfast
those mornings when it was my turn to help
him milk the cows. I loved rising up from

the darkness and coming quietly down
the stairs while the others were still sleeping.
I’d take a bowl from the cupboard, a spoon

from the drawer, and slip into the pantry
where he was already eating spoonfuls
of cornflakes covered with mashed strawberries

from our own strawberry fields forever.
Didn’t talk much—except to mention how
good the strawberries tasted or the way

those clouds hung over the hay barn roof.
Simple—that’s how we started up the day.

Joyce Sutphen, “Breakfast” from First Words, Red Dragonfly. from the Writer’s Almanac, Monday 9/13/21

A simple start to the day with a loved one is so comforting. What is your favorite morning ritual?

Making space for mindful time in 3 simple steps

Feeling rushed by obligations and buried in chaos?

Morning space and time may help you set a confident pace for your day. Crafting mindful mornings is an art that needs intentional space for full expression. As a loss and life adjustment consultant trained in architecture and philosophy here is how I make room for my morning mindfulness routine.

Step 1: Clear one seat. Not a room. Not a big space. Just one comfortable chair, yoga mat, bed, step, any place where you can get comfortable. Don’t get sidetracked into cleaning an entire room. This adds yet another obligation to your load. My seat is a simple orange upholstered wide sofa in my study that I try to keep clear and open.  

Step one is about identifying and giving yourself a space, location, and foundation for you-time.

Space for Time

Step 2: Clear space for one view. It can be a window, a picture, a candle. My window looks onto a suburban cul-de-sac, so I added little things I find beautiful, funny and calming on the window sill. Again, focus on just one view, spaces on your side and behind you can be filled with laundry, dishes, papers, toys, the mess of life. The key here is to curate a supportive perspective unique to you.

Step two helps you build emotional connections and boundaries, walls and windows that set and clarify your perspective from your chosen seat.

Step 3: Choose something to touch. Something soothing like a blanket, a pillow, or a stuffed animal.  Choose something to hear like music, wind-chimes or nature sounds. Choose a comforting smell like incense, perfume, fruit, candles. I keep jasmine incense, a soft pillow to hold, and bird feeder outside my window. All three remind me of my time growing up in Bangladesh. For me, holding the warm cup of tea on my soft pillow while incense swirls in front of the window and birds chirp outside is calming.

Step three aims to support sensory comfort and safety through your personal choices.

Something to hold

How would you design your space for time?

Try sitting in your space for mindful time for 21 days. See if you notice any shifts in your self-confidence and let me know.

In Defense of Discomfort

The weeks leading up the U.S. election and following have been … uncomfortable. There is fear, distrust and hate all around. My readers know that I am a Muslim-immigrant South Asian woman married to a Caucasian man with two brown daughters and two white, working as a therapist in small community mental health facility in rural Indiana with clients who are mostly Caucasian Medicare/Medicaid/Disability recipients. I do this work because of my faith and because of my “bleeding heart liberalism.” A few clients, engaged over the phone, do not know what I look like and have not asked. The same clients may treat me differently outside the therapy office. Everyday I learn how the combination of trauma, abuse and poverty fuel fear and self-hate. It is uncomfortable to be in service and sometimes exposed to distrust.

I did three things since the day after President Donald Trump was elected. Never posted a single personal word (hair, weight, posture, clothing) against him. I did do the following:

  1. Read 5 newspapers everyday to get a broad perspective. BBC, CNN, FOX, Huffington Post and our local paper.
  2. In an effort to understand and alleviate the fear, hurt, anger, feelings of dismissal, being left behind, I worked to get a Masters in social work (I already have a PhD in philosophy) and started working in community mental health. I focus on grief/loss, trauma and anxiety.
  3. I vowed to support women as a reaction to Trump’s comments “grab her by the pussy,” “blood coming out of everywhere,” “nasty woman” etc. This I owe to my daughters.

So given all my effort to change in liberal recognition that my fellow citizens are deeply fearful of me and people like me, I was hurt, angry, resentful when I saw Facebook posts such these below. Both images were published the same day. Let me walk you through my thought process and my defense of discomfort.

This one is straight forward fear of the other cloaked in a Bible verse, divinely sanctioned hate. This to my experience does not represent Christianity. I was educated in Catholic schools for 5 years. I know better. It got more interesting when I considered the following image and quote.

The design professor in me, asks myself, to consider the pairing of these images, one white: who looks away dressed in black, a paragon of feminine virtue, while the brown one: looking forward, dressed in purple, in front of the capital steps, is an abomination. The quote that accompanied the dark dressed lady, reinforces the aesthetic.

The images above are united by divine imperative, making one the fornicator and other the lioness. These narratives are not accidental. I want all four of my daughters to have the choice to be the “first” or not, but never be denied the opportunity. This is why I worked to become an American citizen. No… I did not get my green card by marriage…but through work as a professor after proving that I’m not taking an American’s job away. It was a long, expensive, painful process. I’ve been here since age 2.

Four years ago, I would’ve simply stewed in my resentment and anger. Today I see the abject fear of dismissal, not feeling good enough, disguised as biblical righteousness.. “do not mistake meekness for weakness.” In the past weeks as a therapist I have met with clients with swelling anxiety and oozing fears of WWIII, loss of benefits, conspiracies of harm and dismissal. One therapeutic CBT technique, works to challenge negative thoughts,”how does the election affect you personally, what has changed from before to after the election?,” another, involves processing grief and loss, “This is a loss for you, what expectations did you have invested in Trump’s reelection?”, another, trauma focused therapy technique aims to increase a sense of safety and self worth, yet another technique (DBT), focuses on circle of control, communicating disappointment, boundaries with others etc. As a philosopher I was taught the art of dialogue. This is not the place for dialogue. This is trauma intervention before words. The words posted with images above are belated. They speak to the fear that being a woman who does not break glass ceilings is not enough, that a woman of color dressed in purple is enough to warrant biblical damnation, that diversity threatens a lack of control and safety.

We are all scared of each other. What we do with that fear sets us apart. This is what I want my daughters to know: have courage to reach out anyway, my beloved ones. The choice to react in anger just repeats and mirrors the rejection. Confront the discomfort, not other people. Notice and honor the discomfort so it may show you a path beyond the simplicity of unfriending, liking, disliking, or one sentence responding. This is not yet dialogue, this is a discomfort to be shared and felt as fuel.

For those who have posted these images, I hear you. I tried to avoid any names, as to avoid blame or shame. The remaining three names serve to identify copyright and authorship. No disrespect. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and challenging me in mine.

I will continue to serve, heal and support people I both agree with and disagree with. May you never know the difference.

With warmth,


Am I ambitious or never good enough?

Recently, the above uncertainty stirred things up in the therapy room a few times. As usual, I didn’t have the answer.

How do I endure and balance the restlessness for more with a sense of innate worthiness and abundance?

How do I know I’m doing enough? How do I know I am enough?

Everything is good in the relationship, why do I focus on the negative and want to run?

I can’t seem to get anywhere.

Is my ambition unrealistic?

This inner churning while experienced as the same restlessness with the present, arises out of a diversity of motivations and experiences. And so, soothing this tide forward and away requires personalized and unique experiments of what ifs….suggestions like…

  • What if…you imagined you were already good enough? What does it feel like to feel accomplished, admired, complete? [Manifesting positive emotions]
  • What if … you allowed these restless feelings to rest in your heart without trying to push them away? Can you be both satisfied and dissatisfied? [ DBT, tolerating conflicting feelings]
  • What if … you had an internal dialogue between your heart, mind and gut to negotiate what level of effort is appropriate without diminishing your intellectual, emotional or instinctive needs? [Non-violent communication and community]

This week, I tried, a technique from Sensorimotor psychotherapy by Pat Ogden: reframing a survival resource. The premise of this technique is that sometimes we negatively qualify a strength. For example, “I saw how hard my mom worked and I wanted her approval so worked hard too. This way I would attract her positive attention but I also never felt good enough.” In this case, a survival resource became laden with feelings of guilty laziness. Recognizing that the productive drive was felt to be necessary at the time to connect with mom but now is no longer needed in the same form. We can reframe: “I’m not good enough” to “I value/ enjoy effort (regardless of outcome).” How does your body feel when you repeat these statements to yourself? Does one feel softer than the other? Which gives you space to allow the emotional current without feeling compelled to move, to act? Can you feel the different between acting out of love of effort instead of fear of judgement?

What works for you when you feel both exhausted and self-propelled to do more? Maybe try one of the above and let me know what worked for you.

Reference: Ogden, P. (2015). Sensorimotor psychotherapy: Interventions for trauma and attachment.

Photography by Nate Dale, New Adventure Productions.

7 Signs of Client Resistance to Change

The list below is meant to help social workers identify strategies to help clients overcome resistance to change. It could also be used as a way to self-check.

  1. Silence or minimal talking during sessions (Are you avoiding?)
  2. Engaging in intellectual talk by using technical terms/abstract concepts or asking questions of a social worker that are not related to client issues or problems (Are you intellectualizing, making excuses, distracting?)
  3. Being preoccupied with past events instead of current issues (Are you ruminating, blaming, shaming?)
  4. Discounting, censoring, or editing thoughts when asked about them by a social worker (Are you minimizing the problem?)
  5. False promising (Are you appeasing others by saying you will change when you are not ready to act?)
  6. Flattering a social worker in an attempt to soften them so that the client will not be pushed to act (Are you focusing on your family and friends as ways to avoid personal effort?)
  7. Payment delays or refusals. ( Are you claiming you don’t have time or money to make the change?)

from Social Work ASWB Masters Practice Test, 2018.

photography by Nate Dale, New Adventure Productions.