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Quitting Smoking: A Mindful Experience

06 Saturday Dec 2014

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Dr. Robert Stark, Milton Erickson, Quitting smoking, Retirement, Self hypnosis

I smoked habitually for approximately 20 years. I began as a teenager, smoking with friends when I could, mostly because it was something my family and church frowned upon and I enjoyed the thrill of the forbidden. Then in my 20’s and 30’s, free of restraint, I smoked regularly because it had become a habit and an addiction to nicotine. Like most smokers I particularly enjoyed cigarettes with alcoholic beverages and with my morning coffee and found the habit enjoyable. But knowing that the habit was unhealthy for me and unpleasant for some of my friends, I occasionally tried to quit and was sometimes successful….for short periods of time. Always, it seemed, something would sap my will power and weaken my resolve. I would yield to having “just one” and quickly be right back to my full time habit.

Although my smoking habit never took me beyond about one pack of cigarettes a day, efforts to improve my health by running in my 30’s made a smoking habit particularly incongruous. I remember when I was doing my year of full time doctoral study at Arizona State University that I would run four miles in the early morning and then after drinking a quart or so of water, would enjoy my morning coffee and the day’s first cigarette. Having thought long and hard about the folly of coupling the healthy habit of running with the unhealthy habit of smoking, I again resolved to quit. But this time, I was advised by a friend to visit a certain doctor in Phoenix, whose special skills might help. So I made an appointment with Robert Stark, M.D. whose practice included weight control through self-hypnotism, to obtain help for quitting smoking.

I still remember clearly when I entered the building containing Dr. Stark’s office that I finished smoking a cigarette and put it out in a large receptacle in the lobby. But I kept the half-finished pack in my shirt pocket, thinking, well, maybe this won’t work. But that cigarette was the last one I ever smoked.

Dr. Stark’s office contained a large space adjacent to the waiting room that featured a number of reclining armchairs. Upon asking his receptionist about this curious arrangement, I was told that he often worked with law students studying for the bar exam. So I waited and was finally ushered in to Dr. Stark’s office where I introduced myself and was invited to sit in a comfortable recliner near his desk. Dr. Stark then told me a bit about self hypnotism. He himself was a regular general practice M.D. and had learned self-hypnotism from the famous psychologist, Milton Erickson, who had moved to Phoenix in his later professional years. While in Phoenix, Dr. Erickson had conducted training seminars for medical and counseling professionals and Dr. Stark had been one of his students. Dr. Stark then began to employ self-hypnotism in various areas of his practice, particularly to help obese patients lose weight, and had extended his instruction in self-hypnotism to patients wishing to improve their health in other ways, like controlling tobacco and alcohol consumption. In addition, he had extended it to patients desiring instruction in how to improve self discipline and concentration for other purposes, e.g. the afore-mentioned law students.

Dr. Stark then described self-hypnotism and how the power of suggestion in a relaxed and receptive state can give one the necessary strength to change unproductive behavior. He  explained that the notions he would help me internalize to help me stop smoking were positively phrased. He had learned through experience that negatively phrased statements or those using the words “no” or “not” such as “smoking is not good for me”, or “smoking is a nasty habit” or “I will not smoke anymore”, were ineffective. So after I was invited to settle comfortably in the recliner and relax he had me begin with what he described as the “eye roll” – looking up with my eyes and then slowly closing them, very much like what all of us do when we go to sleep. So I closed my eyes in the way he described and then was asked to visualize and feel the most relaxing situation I could. For me, the ultimate relaxation had been reclining in a truck tube in the hot Arizona sunshine rocking gently up and down on the waves of the Salt River, so this is what I visualized and imagined experiencing again. Dr. Stark helped me by describing the warmth of the sun, the pleasant breezes and the rocking up and down motion on the gentle waves of the Salt and very quickly I found myself feeling very relaxed and half asleep. He then asked me to internalize three important notions about smoking, through first listening to him, then repeating again silently in my mind. I remember these notions verbatim to this day: “Smoking poisons my body….I need my body to live….I owe my body respect and protection”. So I listened carefully to his sonorous and authoritative voice state the above three principles and then said them to myself. I was in a very peculiar state at that time – half asleep, very relaxed yet fully conscious, what Dr. Stark had called a “suggestible” or “trance-like” state, actually a state all of us experience right before we fall asleep and when we first wake up in the morning. Dr. Stark then said that he would count backward from ten and when he got to zero, I would awaken, refreshed and feeling very good. He was right – I awoke from the half-sleep state I was in and felt energized and refreshed.

From that time, I never smoked again. To keep up my strength and resolve, which did waver occasionally, I adopted the habit of putting myself into this suggestible state daily and repeating the three smoking principles to myself. While in this state I could hear noises around me – some traffic noise, people’s voices outside from time to time, a horn honking or a plane flying overhead. But while in that half-sleep state the noise did not interfere with the process because my relaxation and concentration were so complete. And at the end, I would tell myself as Dr. Stark had, that I would count backward from ten and I would awaken refreshed. And I did – every time.

I have to say that I have always had a skepticism about hypnotism or anything that had to do with altering or enhancing the mind in any way. In my 20’s and 30’s I had had some brushes with Transcendental Meditation and EST, but had always been skeptical and resisted learning or training in these areas. So when I at last gave in and tried self-hypnotism, a la Milton Erickson and Robert Stark, for a reason as important as banishing tobacco smoke from my lungs, I was very pleased with the experience and became a believer in the great power of the mind.

Later that year, I visited Dr. Stark a couple more times, once for assistance in improving my study habits and another time to build confidence and reduce anxiety prior to my doctoral comprehensive examinations. I learned during these visits that I had to be careful to absorb principles and notions that were possible: I could not say to myself with regard to studying, “I will remember everything I read”, for that of course would be impossible and trying to internalize a notion like that would produce extreme tension and anxiety. I learned from Dr. Stark that instead I should say, “When studying, I will remember everything I need to remember”, quite different from the other notion and certainly possible. Since all my life I have had difficulty concentrating, he also helped me concentrate by internalizing statements like, “For the next hour I will be able to concentrate and focus fully on this text (or paper or article)”. Again, I should not say anything like, “I will not be bothered by external noises” because I was to avoid the use of negatives.

When the time for my comprehensive exams (two days of written exams and one day of oral) arrived, Dr. Stark had me visualize relaxing, having confidence and sleeping well the night before my exams began, then visualizing myself having a good breakfast, carrying my portable typewriter (yes, this was 1980!) into the examination room, and again telling myself that “I would remember everything I needed to remember” and responding to the written questions calmly and confidently. Prior to the oral exams, I again put myself into the relaxed state and visualized myself eloquently and authoritatively responding to the verbal questions from my doctoral committee. And yes, my newly acquired skills served me well for I was invited back into the examination room after my orals and was greeted by my chairman, Dr. Harold Hunnicutt with, “Congratulations Doctor Friedly….”

Since that time over 30 years ago in Arizona, I have largely neglected my self-hypnotism skills. However, from time to time I have attempted to revive them to help me sleep more soundly or to handle professional stressors like job interviews or school board meetings, or to help me through some other kind of personal or professional crisis. Since my memories of tubing on the Salt River have faded I have since substituted another vision of relaxation, older but much more prominent – a vivid summer childhood memory of sitting in a special seat I had constructed with baling twine high in a maple tree, above and removed from the noise and confusion of my family, supplied with a book and a sack of tomato sandwiches, feeling and listening to a warm breeze rustling the maple leaves. And for the times I have attempted to revive and apply this skill over the last several decades, visualizing and feeling this time in my childhood has worked very well.

So although they now lie dormant for the most part, learning these powerful skills, using them to stop smoking and later to successfully improve my study habits, get through my exams successfully, and occasionally deal with other needs, remains a very significant and meaningful part of my life. When thinking back on self-hypnotism and what it did for me, I am compelled to consider the power of the mind in other of its expansive and transformative manifestations as well, which surely would include meditation, yoga, Zen, religious conversion and prayer. I am thankful that my experience with self hypnotism gave me some firsthand insight into the incredible power of the mind.

Retirement

18 Friday Jul 2014

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I am finally becoming adjusted to one of the most difficult periods of my life. While the experts provide advice for dealing with life changing events like deaths, marriages, children, job loss and divorce, comparatively little attention is paid to retirement.o-RETIREMENT-facebook

The first problem for me was the difficulty of the transition from being useful and playing an essential role in an enterprise, to being essentially useless – going from having and exercising authority to having none, going from giving advice and guidance when it is sought, to realizing that they are no longer even solicited. There is certainly emotional and psychological satisfaction in feeling useful and this is obviously lost in retirement.

Another aspect of retirement with which I am still having difficulty, is that the education and training that took a professional lifetime of money, energy and time to accumulate and that had significant professional value either in the office or on the resume, have overnight lost all of their value. What good now are my hard-won doctorate, my countless professional trainings and the extensive professional reading? Where that education and training were extremely valuable in the work that I did, in retirement they have lost almost all of their value and for the most part lie dormant and dying in the depths of my mind.

Some of the evidence of this accumulation of education and skills were the hundreds of files of specially chosen professional journal articles pertinent to my professional interests and the massive professional library I had collected over the years. Finally throwing away all these precious files and giving away all of the books were traumatic actions that, while making life simpler, made me feel bereft of the comfort and support these documents and books had given me during my professional life. These documents were the armor and weapons for my professional roles and I initially felt weak, exposed and vulnerable when I suddenly did not have them.

Also the realization that all of the valuable experience accumulated over the years in different schools, school districts and international locations and that always served me well when tackling new challenges in a new location, was suddenly without value or utility, was difficult to accept. I had learned a great deal from having to adjust to new forms and varieties of professional challenges and suddenly, this wealth of experience was also worthless.

I am one person that has always enjoyed routines: the regular schedule for sleep, for meals, for showering, dressing, driving to work, the first cup of coffee in the office, the regularly scheduled meetings and the weekend schedule for home maintenance or shopping chores. That scheduled routine life has now been lost amid the utterly random “spontaneity” of retirement activities and duties. Maybe I will mow the grass today; perhaps I will start painting that room; I think I will take the car down for an oil change this morning; maybe I will start that book that I have always wanted to read. And the life maintenance duties which used to be completed quickly and efficiently as part of a day’s or weekend’s schedule now stretch out interminably and seem to take forever. However, I have managed to retain two valuable features of my daily routine: my two cups of delicious coffee in early morning while I read the Times and do some writing, and my relaxing Scotch on the rocks late every afternoon while I catch up on the day’s events on my laptop.

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Retirement has been a negative experience in yet another way. Work did not allow the luxury of focusing on the problems of aging, because of the more immediate problems presented by the work itself. It is only after retirement that I have become acutely aware of my slowly deteriorating body because now I unfortunately have the time to think and fret about it.

Finally, while I will eventually accept and deal with most of the concerns outlined above, the most surprising and pernicious aspect of retirement, and one that I can never accommodate, is the rapid passage of time. In the past I noticed that in times of idleness and relaxation, time really slowed down. And in my youth, time couldn’t pass fast enough, so eager was I to enter the next stage of personal or career development. But now when I want time to slow down, it instead speeds up. I read recently that this phenomenon is felt by most people in later stages of life and the reason for it seems to be that our brains are not learning much of anything new – surprisingly  it’s the learning that seems to slow time, explaining why time seemed to drag when as young people, learning and new experiences defined life itself. But I have found that now, even when reading new books, going to new places, writing about new subjects, all of which seem to be learning experiences, time has not slowed at all, but has continued its acceleration. What? It’s Wednesday already? It’s Friday? I can’t believe it! Where does the time go?

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In recent months I have become better adjusted to retirement and have come to better appreciate the opportunity to pursue interesting activities (like writing this) for which I never found time while working. And maybe finally doing what I want when I want does have value. But I still view the initial stages of retirement as extremely difficult – serious emotional trauma about lost value and utility and a sudden awareness of a losing struggle with time and age. And despite retirement’s many advantages I can’t see these feelings completely diminishing anytime soon.

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