Feminist Therapist: How Second Wave Feminism Changed Psychotherapy and Me
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Jessica Heriot discovered Women's Liberation in 1969 and became an avid feminist. A few years later, she was introduced to "feminist therapy" and decided to use her social work degree to counsel women. In 1973, she and four other women founded the Women's Growth Center in Baltimore (still in existence today) where psychotherapy for women was roo
Jessica Heriot
Jessica Heriot discovered Women's Liberation in 1969 and became an avid feminist. A few years later, she was introduced to "feminist therapy" and decided to use her social work degree to counsel women. In 1973, she and four other women founded the Women's Growth Center in Baltimore (still in existence today) where psychotherapy for women was rooted in a feminist perspective. After working at the Women's Growth Center and at Jewish Family Services, she opened a private practice where she saw clients, primarily women, for 32 years. In 1992, she received a doctorate in social work from the University of Maryland School of Social Work and was an adjunct professor there for nine years. During her tenure, she designed the school's first course on clinical practice with women. Her dissertation about the role of mothers in incest families, "Maternal Protectiveness Following the Disclosure of Intrafamilial Child Sexual Abuse" was published in The Journal of Interpersonal Violence.Her first foray into writing began with a chapter, "Double Bind: Healing the Split" in Women Changing Therapy, published in 1983. She co-edited The Use of Personal Narratives in the Helping Professions: A Teaching Casebook, published in 2002. The book described individual's personal experiences with mental health issues and problems in living she thought would be useful to students in social work, psychology, and counseling.Her current book, Feminist Therapist: How Second Wave Feminism Changed Psychotherapy and Me recounts the seminal contributions of feminism on women's psychology, psychotherapy, and its impact on her own life and career.
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Feminist Therapist - Jessica Heriot
Feminist Therapist
How Second Wave Feminism Changed Psychotherapy
and Me
Jessica Heriot
Mountain Page Press
Hendersonville, NC
Published 2020, 2021 by Mountain Page Press
ISBN: 978-1-952714-23-8
Copyright © 2020 Jessica Heriot
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This is a work of creative non-fiction. All of the events in this memoir are true to the best of the author’s memory. Some names and identifying features have been changed to protect the identity of certain parties.
The views expressed in this memoir are solely those of the author.
To my mentors
Ruth Pancoast, LCSW-C
Len Press, LCSW-C
Jean Baker Miller, MD
Contents
Revolution From the Inside Out
Prologue
Catching the
second wave
The Double bind
Motherless daughters
Body Politics
Getting to the
Starting Gate
Women Counseling Women
Practicing
Feminist Therapy
Incest: The Last Box
Finding a
Therapeutic Home
Fifty Years and Counting
Works Cited
About the Author
Revolution From the Inside Out
It began with murmurs barely heard,
scratches behind a bedroom wall
causing fidgety sleep and restless days.
As whispers passed from mouth to mouth,
it could not be denied.
The air was thick with wrong.
A small consensus grew,
a core of shared meaning
carrying weight.
This gave them courage and they spoke their minds—
gently at first, hoping for understanding, asking the men
to right the wrong.
A storm of derision and ridicule
sent them reeling,
backs to the wall.
Hands covered their noses,
concealed their eyes,
protection from the toxic fumes.
They came together,
spilled personal pains from overflowing buckets
of dashed hopes and opportunities lost,
shared the daily routine—
housework, orgasms, menstruation, and men,
vented resentments and simmering depressions.
They mentioned the unmentionable: crying terror of
secret abortions
the shame of rape the smashed eye, defiantly purple.
Some spoke of night-groping hands—
robber of innocence—
others of leering glances,
a quick grab of the ass
as the boss slid by,
making the workday a minefield in hell.
Word spread,
exploding in New York, Chicago, Boston, and
Washington,
flowing like lava through Baltimore, St. Paul, and
St. Louis,
seeping into the cornfields of Iowa,
turning the oldest oppression,
its lies and justifications,
to ashes.
From the faint murmurs of unnamed frustrations
to the most subversive coffee klatches ever,
in a click
of pure understanding
women made a revolution
from the inside out.
—Inspired by In Our Time: Memoir of a Revolution, by Susan Brownmiller (1999).
Part One
The Personal is Political
Prologue
Feminism: To believe in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes and to organize activity on behalf of women’s rights and interests.
— Merriam-Webster Dictionary, 11th edition
In 1968, I was a divorced woman and single mother, terrified of being alone, furious at my ex-husband for leaving me, and angry for having caused him to leave. Shorn of my identity as a wife (a role I clung to like a sloth to a branch), I felt like a displaced person. That’s where I was when I found Women’s Liberation in the winter of 1969. Though I had a part-time social work job—of only marginal interest—my identity was still rooted in the multiple roles of mother, wife, hostess, and creator of gourmet dinners. How many times could you sit in the park with other mothers of two-year-olds swapping recipes for chocolate mousse, an experience I distinctly remember. Pinned to the corner of a bulletin board at the University of Maryland School of Social Work was a small note announcing the next meeting of Baltimore Women’s Liberation. The words leapt out, neon to my eyes. Furtively, I wrote the information on the back of my hand.
On a rainy, bone-chilling February night in 1969, I knocked on the door. Is this where the Women’s
—lowering my voice—Liberation meeting is?
No,
said the woman who came to the door, baby in arms, There’s no meeting tonight. Someone must have put the wrong date on the note. I have some journals. Would you like to buy one?
I went home with two issues of a magazine called Women: A Journal of Liberation. The faces of two young women looked out from the cover. Under their faces the word WOMEN
was written in large block letters, a clenched fist filling the center of the letter O, mysterious and dangerous.
I honed in on an article called Training the Woman to Know Her Place: The Power of the Nonconscious Ideology.
It began with quotations from the New Testament, a Jewish prayer, and the Koran.
But suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.
(1 Tim. 2:12)
Blessed art thou our Lord our God, king of the universe, that I was not born a woman.
(Jewish Morning Prayer)
Men are superior to women on account of the qualities in which God had given them preeminence.
(The Koran)
This blatant display of woman hating astonished me, but what affected me most was what the authors said about the quotes. The ideology expressed in these passages is not a relic of the past. It has been obscured by an egalitarian veneer. We are like the fish who is unaware that his environment is wet. Such is the nature of a nonconscious ideology.
That’s me. I was one of the fish. In spite of my college education and a master’s degree in social work, I’d never thought about having a career, and no one suggested I have one, except for teaching, that something to fall back on, just in case.
I had been expected to attend college, but my education was not considered a foundation on which to build a vocation. Rather, it was preparation for becoming a well-educated wife of a man on the rise, though this was never said directly in our progressive middle-class family. I graduated from college in 1962 with no career goal and no passionate interests or talents. Afraid to be alone, doubting my ability to make a life for myself, I decided, without deciding, to marry.
I didn’t know on that February night in 1969 that my life would epitomize the prescient insight of the second wave women’s movement—the personal is political. Feminism wove its way into my psyche, clarifying my relationships with my mother, father, and men in general. It untangled a psychological conundrum that had me tied in knots and informed every relevant issue from orgasms to motherhood.
At that time, I didn’t know that psychotherapy and women’s psychology were also political. As feminists began to uncover the patriarchal bias underpinning psychological theory about the female psyche, they were able to see its damaging effects on women’s mental health. Feminism inspired me to become a psychotherapist and propelled me into a career-long immersion into women’s psychology and feminist therapy.
Part One of this book is about the effects of feminism on my personal life. Part Two is about the influence of a feminist perspective on psychotherapy and the psychology of women. I also share my journey to find a theory that would inform and enhance my practice with women. I hope my thoughts about the essential elements for a positive therapy experience will offer some guidelines for women and men seeking help from psychotherapy.
The personal and professional overlap throughout the book, each influencing the other, but feminism is the theme to which the music always returns.
one
Catching the
second wave
Housework is political. Abortion is political. Standards of feminine beauty are political. Women’s oppression is political. Sexual satisfaction is political. A re-evaluation of male-female relations is political. What else are we on the verge of discovering? What other so-called trivial issues and private battles consigned to the personal
will we bring to light and redefine as political.
— Carol Hanisch (1970) Notes From the Second Year
I met Jim, who was to become my husband, while working as a secretary in the Psychology Department at Tufts University in Boston during the winter of 1959. He was six foot four with jet-black hair and gray-green eyes swimming in pools of dark circles. He had a loping gait and an easy, self-effacing confidence. We drank stingers at the Stafford Hotel, listened to jazz in dark clubs and smoky lounges, and heard Joan Baez sing at a bar in Cambridge. We drove to New Hampshire on snow-covered two-lane roads, his arm around my shoulder, a beer in his hand.
The summer after our winter fling, I had a job at the same summer camp as Jim. I was a counselor for a group of poor, mainly black twelve-year-old girls, and Jim was in charge of the bad boys.
He was drinking too much while I was eating too much— mashed potatoes, cake, grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwiches— and gaining weight.
During the next two and half years, Jim and I had what I would characterize as a regular on-and-off relationship. In one of our off intervals, I fell in love with someone who was not in love with me and with whom I would remain smitten for years. During my last year at Antioch College, Jim was back in the picture, driving the five hours through storms of snow from Lafayette, Indiana, where he was a graduate student at Purdue University, to Yellow Springs, Ohio. Spring came, and Jim wanted to get married. So, two and a half years after our Boston romance, I agreed. He wanted stability and a wife who would support him through graduate school and beyond. I wanted security, the identity marriage would provide, and an adult (that would be Jim) who would navigate the real world for me. I believe Jim was not aware of the backpack of unresolved problems I carried into the marriage, so good was I at feigning independence and confidence. How could this plan not backfire?
We married in New York City in August 1962. There was a reception, and my Antioch friends came. When the champagne took hold, my regrets rose to the surface and settled like lead in my stomach. I walked out of the reception, sat in a stairwell and cried.The move to Lafayette, Indiana, was a tough one, a sea change from the liberal little town of Yellow Springs, Ohio. Purdue was the state agricultural and engineering school, and at that time, Lafayette was far from your typical college town. There wasn’t a café, bookstore, or art theater for miles, but the steaks were big and the corn on the cob, delicious.
One year later, we moved to Indianapolis, still a big cow town, but it had a real delicatessen, several jazz clubs, and rib joints that served a half-loaf of white bread with their ribs. We made friends, and I was just beginning to feel comfortable in my first post-master’s social work job when Jim’s career took us to Baltimore. I remember my despair as we pulled into town on a dead-hot August day and drove up Pratt Street to Johns Hopkins Hospital, past blocks of decrepit housing. The cornfields of Indiana seemed like heaven.
As the years flipped by, I grew more fearful and unsure of myself, questioning my competence and judgment. I resented Jim’s self-assurance, independence, and emotional aloofness, the very qualities I admired and had chosen him for. I resorted to sarcastic barbs and cold withdrawals, the only power I felt I had. His ongoing commentary about the physical attributes of random women kept my shaky confidence in my own