Just three months ago... |
Having forgotten most of what one has to do to travel on an aeroplane, never mind the extras since the pandemic, I was rather worried that I wouldn't be allowed on board because I had forgotten something. That is as well as feeling quite guilty about going back to having a hefty carbon footprint - the climate crisis seems quite a lot worse than it did when I was flying before 2020. Nevertheless, Heathrow was easier than I ever remember - then I got three seats to myself to Rome and onto Catania - and Fiumicino had clearly had a make-over, though the walk from the London plane to the Sicily one was as long as ever, but past some very flashy shops of (or to be precise, through the middle of them). Al Italia no longer exists with its friendly green and red stripes, and the ITA Air planes were glittery metallic blue. Passport control dead easy both ways - through the e-gates. My phone even worked contactless for a beer while I was waiting to be picked up - I was expecting more Brexit trouble than that!
The Mediterranean in front |
Etna behind |
Working out what to do with the rooms was a bit of a problem, as the bunk beds were not moveable. So after discussing and agreeing several different solutions and changing our minds several times, with everybody disagreeing but not quite saying so, it took about half an hour to sort it out in the Italian way - just get on with it and move the furniture where we needed to. It meant that two of the three small groups were in different parts of the garden and the staff group happened in a top floor corridor. The garden groups were a new departure, which some of us found a bit worrying; and the staff room ended up being rather crowded when we were all in it.
The participants came from all over Italy - only one from Sicily, and groups of others from Rome, Tuscany, Sardinia, Venezia and Piedmont. The staff team was also bigger than usual - Veronica and myself from UK as supervisors (or so we thought when we arrived), David an LLE staff trainee from Florence; Amelia, Rosanna and Giuseppe as three local group therapists to conduct the small groups; Carmelo the administrator, and Simone the organiser. We started with a little friendly rivalry between us all about the number of LLEs we had attended. As I have been there since the very beginning, I have clocked up over fifty and Veronica about half that. Simone claims 14, and the small group conductors all single figures. David was quite early in the process, and this was his third, or possibly fourth. Cue much talk about parents, grandparents and transmission down the generations.
The fun really began when we talked through the amended timetable and started working out our roles. Simone was going to be the supervisor of the group therapists, and they would meet alone for most of the staff meetings. Veronica, David and I were 'the research group', and we would meet once each day by ourselves and once each day with the other staff. This soon made us feel a bit unwelcome in the staff room, though we soon got over it. Our task, loosely defined, was to observe and reflect on the overall group processes. It also meant that we didn't get involved in the discussions after all the groups, so only had a vague idea of what was going on for other people, except what we saw in the community meetings and in the social time together.
Two other noticeable differences from most previous LLEs were the length of the community meetings, and the separation of 'free time' and 'community time' on the second afternoon. The community meetings were seriously longer than I have ever done before - two for 60 minutes, and four for 90 minutes. It is hard to know what difference this made to the process and to the experience for participants, except it made the 'downtime' between groups less - 15 minutes instead of 30, usually. We weren't in a position to observe how the separation of 'free' and 'community' time worked, as we were in our research group at the time - but it is a good thing for the staff team to think about in future.
Our first meeting of the research group was all over the place, to say the least: how Italians might see authority - never ending groups - generational transmission of pearls of wisdom - rivalry - Italian regions - South American countries - cultural adaptations for LLEs - therapists being provocative - boundaries (surprise, surprise!) - democracy which 'might be an illusion' - happy cohesive staff groups - how we might be helpful to the rest of the staff team - and 'what's the research question anyway?'
Subsequent meetings were often more personal, but also widely systemic. This included thinking about the Mafia and global organised crime - climate change - covid - language - aplologising - gratitude - warmth - trust - containment - unexplainable medical events - illness - death -and, running like a golden thread through everything we covered, relationships. Relationships between each other, between members of the community, between different groups, between staff and non-staff members, between staff members themselves, and between all of the above and the world outside. As often happens in good groups, I was left with a sense of the numinous: impossible to precisely describe or pin down in words, and only present in the space between us.
Practically, this research group was rather more satisfying and relaxed than supervising in the normal staff meetings: less rushed, more spontaneous and open to any subject any of the three of us wanted to raise. Although we allocated ourselves an hour for each of the research meetings, we usually over-ran, sometimes until the other small groups ended. We were our own small group, and quite proud of it! Our combined meetings with the staff group were quite like the usual after-groups from previous LLEs - but mainly focussed on the group processes in the community, and not individuals. There was no space, opportunity or indeed willingness to bring any details of our own discussions in the research group to the wider staff team. Similarly to how small group members often value their small group experience very highly, we treasured ours and felt the whole staff plus research group had a very different atmosphere (and task). We did do the 'one word feelings check' at the end of each of the staff meetings, led by Simone.
For me, I felt rather isolated and somewhat lonely as the only person there who did not speak Italian. Although it was absolutely clear that everyone was friendly and welcoming, I could never communicate freely. It was helped - a little bit - by the god Google, which does a very impressive job of translating live speech on one's phone; and rather more by a small number of community members who spoke good English and sat next to me in community meetings to convey at least the essence of what was going on. Many thanks to them. And even without the full comprehension of what was being said, I certainly heard, thought and felt that there was some therapeutic magic going on close to me - perhaps in the way we were with other, and how that changed over the three days.
Unfortunately, I made a mistake for the second evening's 'community time' - partly due to this feeling of isolation. After a few nice conversations with various people over dinner and afterwards, I felt it was time for retiring: my usual routine of reading then bed. So I went upstairs to the second floor bedroom zone (next to the 'staff group space' in the corridor), for the night. I learned the next day that I had just missed participating in the lively, funny, silly Italian song session that for which everybody else sat out on the veranda. The staff started to be seen as humans, and the 'us and them' quality of the relationships was well-dismantled. And I had been grumbling to the research team how there didn't seem to be much space for playfulness or fun in this community! How wrong I was, and how sorry to miss it. Maybe I should just put it down to my age.
For reasons of confidentiality, I am not going to mention any personal details of what happened in the community meetings, but I do want to convey something of the positive, but realistic, tone of the closing community meeting. One lovely analogy somebody made was to the clouds - how sun and warm blue sky can quickly change to dark clouds and torrential rain. How it can suddenly get cold, and then have us back in sunshine a in few minutes (or hours, or days). I always like weather analogies, because of their link to chaos and complexity theory - and how relevant that is in human emotional development. There was also discussion of the limits to what is possible in the LLE format, which was something of a recurring theme (and often comes up in LLEs - often in the form of 'it's amazing how far we have come in three days' or 'I wonder how to continue this afterwards'). In the final moments we had a go-round for check-out, and we did it as 'what ingredient would you be if the community was a cake we were making together?'. Another favourite for me, as I often think and talk of groups as a pudding to which we all add our own unique flavours or ingredients.
So it feels like the research group was worthwhile - and a good addition to the 'super-supervisory' arrangements for the international LLEs, though some tweaks are probably needed. The longer groups and shorter breaks certainly need to be thought about, and a few typos or timing errors on the agenda and timetable need to be corrected: but these are minor and separate matters. The research group could interestingly include academic or clinical or lived experience 'outsiders', as well as the grandparents, senior old fossils and therapists training to be LLE staff members (as we had in Etna).
But as always, thank you so much to everybody involved for making such a rich, fascinating and emotional experience!
Thank you Rex. I hadn't noticed we have done so much during the workshop!! I do remember the sunny bits versus the cloudy bits both of them highly intense. And I also remember the delicious food prepared with so much care and love. And the brilliant, funny, emotional and enlightening conversations! And towards every participant a very warm feeling of gratitude in my heart.
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