Crying in the Face of Beauty 0011
Healing by Storytelling
– Introductory Comments
What is Gestalt Therapy? 0017
The Work of the Clients
I Was Also Once a Client 0023
Touching the Soul 0027
Two Couples 0033
All Things Between
Heaven and Earth 0045
The Work of the Therapists
My Inner Experience – The Source of My Work 0077
The Male Therapist 0085
Protecting the Therapist 0101
Finding th Right Therapist 0105
How I Came To Gestalt 0109
Political Gestalt Therapy 0123
Gestalt Becomes Clear 0127
The Art of Gestalt Intervention 0131
The Gestalt Attitude 0139
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Healing by StoryTelling: Introductory Comments
A rabbi, whose grandfather had been a disciple of the Baal
Shem, was asked to tell a story. "A story," he said, "must be told in
such a way that it constitutes help in itself." And he told: "My
grandfather was lame. Once they asked him to tell a story about
his teacher. And he related how the holy Baal Shem used to hop and
dance while he prayed. My grandfather rose as he spoke, and he was so
swept away by his story that he himself began to hop and dance to
show how the master had done it. From that hour on he was cured of
his lameness. That's the way to tell a story!" (Martin Buber)
In this book, my intention is to present Gestalt therapy in such a
way, dear readers, that you can experience it. What I mean by this is
best explained by the introductory anecdote above, which I found in
the preface to Martin Buber's book "Tales of the Hasidim".
The first time I read it was when I was a student of Catholic
theology. At that time we were interested in the question of
how experiences of faith could be conveyed to others. We discovered
that this could only be done "narratively" - in other words by
I am pleased that I have come back to a similar place now - more
than 25 years later. Today I ask myself how Gestalt therapeutic
experiences can be further passed on. Again I have discovered that
this is only possible by telling stories. So I would like to begin
now to relate from my Gestalt therapeutic experiences: from my
experiences as a client, from my experiences in Gestalt therapeutic
training, but above all from the experiences, which I was allowed to
make as a Gestalt therapist and later as a teacher of Gestalt
I like to summarize the goal of Gestalt therapy as "opening
oneself up again". All too often we have had to close down. In order
to protect ourselves and to survive, we have shielded ourselves with
a polished, non-transparent outer layer. In such a way that
encapsulated "inflammations" develop - the remains of earlier losses
Gestalt therapy invites us to gently open up again so that what
requires healing can be brought to the surface and finally completed.
In this way we can open again to the interpersonal, to the other, to
the "Thou". And so finally meetings and contacts can happen again and
relationships and deep connections be entered into.
So let yourself be carried along as I relate "my" stories.
Stories, which touch the soul:
These are stories, which I have often told in my therapeutic
practice - to individual clients, in therapy groups and also in
trainings. They have already often contributed to making it possible
for people to open themselves up again and to be deeply touched by
Let your soul run freely as you read. Only it knows the way. Trust
it. And (please!) do not try to understand "everything" at once. The
first step is always the experience. Understanding is only the
second, just as important in its own way, but still just the step
The place, which I would like to reach with my stories, is your
soul. Listen to them, go with them, sympathise with them and give
yourself space. Then later in the next step you can safely relate
with your mind to your experience. From time to time there will be
some explanations and I will add some comments "from my card index
box", but above all as you read I would like to try to give you a
direct experience of how Gestalt therapy "works".
You will surely notice in this book how often I mention that the
clients cry, that the group participants have tears in their eyes and
that exactly the same is happening to me as the therapist. Does
Gestalt therapy absolutely have to deal with crying? It does
not have to. But it often does. That is because crying simply
happens, when we give up our frozenness, and start to move and flow
When we experience "existential moments", it is seen that crying
is a part of them - a kind of meeting takes place, the spirit of
which the Jewish religious philosopher (and indirectly an important
intellectual father of Gestalt therapy), Martin Buber called "I-Thou
moments", moments of meeting, in which we know we are being spoken to
in our being.
The term "existential moment" comes from the American
psychotherapist Len Bergantino. What he calls those life endowing
moments of real life, which are not simply a question of survival.
Bergantino describes this "existential moment" as a meeting from
being to being, as the temporary transcending of roles, as a healing
touch, which releases deep emotions - not only in the client, but
also in the therapist. Often it is accompanied by tears and also not
infrequently by the way with an almost "existential" shame, which
shows, how close we are to our being, our centre, our soul.
Len Bergantino points out in this connection that these
"existential moments" are a part of "a spiritual dimension". The
humanistic psychologist Abraham A. Maslow said something similar,
when he was dealing with what he called "particularly healthy"
people. These people, who often do not see themselves as religious,
know about the experience of spiritual moments, ending separation:
"peak experiences" - moments of connection and belonging, moments of
healing, of totality.
Please note: All the names and the biographical information have
been changed to protect the clients. My own therapists and teachers,
my colleagues and friends whom I mention in gratitude,
naturally keep their real names.
From: "All Things
Between Heaven and Earth"
Carmen or The Quiet Benediction
Carmen had participated for two or three years in my Gestalt
therapy group. Then she started coming to me for individual therapy.
It mainly concerned her very strained relationship with her
ex-husband Ernst. That might have meant nothing to her - except that
they had had a child together, Florian, who was almost four years
old. She did not want to "stand in the way" of her son's relationship
with his father. Even more than that: she saw it as her duty to make
it possible for Florian to have contact with his father.
Once a week Ernst picked little Florian up at home. Then at the
end of the day, he brought him back. He did a lot with him on those
days. They went to the zoo together, took a boat along the River
Rhine to Rodenkirchen, ate ice cream, and eventually still managed to
find themselves in the right toy shops and department stores in the
city. Carmen thought that it was all too much. This was confirmed for
her by the fact that every night following these excursions, Florian
would wet his bed.
Then when she asked her son how the day with Daddy had been the
little one only gave an evasive answer: "It was OK." Carmen was
inclined to take this to mean that Florian was not particularly
pleased with the time spent with his father.
I disagreed with this opinion, but rather saw it an attempt by the
son to avoid any further conflict between his divorced parents. I
assumed that he was afraid that Carmen would be hurt if he told her
how beautiful his day with Daddy had really been.
Carmen was surprised at and irritated by this perspective. However
because the well-being of her child was so close to her heart, she
was prepared to consider my point of view as an experiment.
"Little Flori is carrying a tremendous load," she said. "My God, I
really would be pretty upset, if he felt good with his father." She
went red. She felt ashamed. She could no longer look at me in the
face, and instead looked down at the floor in front of me.
After a while, I told her that I knew how much she cared about her
son's well-being. I also knew that it was important for her to
encourage the contact between father and son. Finally, I added that I
could see the same thing repeatedly in my work with divorced parents:
one parent was always hurt if the child was happy to go to the other.
This was often the basis for the fear of possibly losing the child to
the other parent.
Carmen listened to me attentively and started to relax a little.
Then she looked me in the eye, and confirmed that this fear was also
"not unfamiliar" to her. Her eyes reddened somewhat and a few tears
came into her eyes. After a short while, she said completely
peacefully, "It's good to know that it is not different for other
Then we came back to talking about her son. She said that using
her child in the conflict with Ernst, her ex-husband, was the last
thing she wanted.
This encouraged me to take the next step with her. I told her that
it was still not clear to me why Flori wet his bed. It could of
course be because of the stressful days with his father, who possibly
arranged all these activities during the day, so that Flori would
gladly come with him and feel good with him. He does not want to lose
his son to you, Carmen.
Again, Carmen looked me surprised and irritated. "Oh, him too?!"
she let slip out, and then she relaxed even more. She looked even
more peacefully at me. "And what can I do to prevent Flori from being
torn between us?"
"Well, for example, you could wish Flori a nice day with his
father when he is leaving," I suggested.
"I would rather bite my tongue off!" shouted Carmen indignantly.
She looked briefly at me, turned red again and then stared for quite
a long time down at the floor.
I asked her after a while whether perhaps she was ready for an
experiment. Without saying anything at all, every Thursday when Ernst
picked up their son in the morning, she should think as the little
one was going down the five steps to the front door, "Flori, have a
good time. I wish you a beautiful day with your father." Carmen said
she was ready to do it.
About four weeks later, Carmen came to the session completely
excited. Before we sat down, she gushed that she had followed my
instructions exactly. Flori had already not wet his bed two weeks in
a row the night after spending the day with his father. She said it
with a mixture of disbelief and great joy. Yes, she truly was beaming
because of it, and I rejoiced with her and beamed too.
All of a sudden, Carmen became very sad. "Then it really is true
that Flori had been trying to prevent further conflict between Ernst
and me. The little chap really took on a tremendous responsibility!"
Then she added even more decisively, "That is really not OK with me."
I asked her not to do anything yet but to "simply" continue the
experiment for a few more weeks and to trust that it would have a
Carmen agreed. From then on Flori really did not wet his bed
again. Eventually, after perhaps two months, something almost
unbelievable happened. One Thursday morning, just before Ernst picked
him up, Flori came to Carmen full of trust, and said, "Mummy, may I
bring my bicycle that's at Daddy's back home?" Carmen really had to
control herself, so that her indignation did not burst out. She had
not wanted Ernst to give the little one a bicycle on his own. She
remained silent for a moment, and then asked for some more details.
This is how she found out that Ernst had already given Flori the
bicycle as a Christmas present. To use Flori's words: "Father
Christmas brought the bike to Daddy's house for me."
Furthermore, Christmas had already been over four months ago. That
is how long Flori had kept the present a secret from Carmen. Carmen
was appalled. To prevent once and for all such a secret from
happening in the future, she agreed. Yes, he could bring the bicycle
back this evening - no problem.
Soon afterwards, Ernst rang the doorbell. By then, Carmen had
calmed down somewhat. She brought her small son to the door and saw
how joyfully he skipped down the stairs to meet his father. She
thought her "quiet prayer" to herself again - what she had begun to
call her experiment. Completely unexpectedly, she had to smile a
little. "These two rogues!" she thought and she felt a warmth
for her son - and for the father. It lasted a short moment. Her heart
had opened a little bit towards her ex-husband.
The Fountain of Life Society
Gudrun had - as she put it - in a "weird" way never felt at home
in her family of origin. And what was equally strange for her was the
fact that she was so happy to travel around the world, and felt at
home everywhere else in the world.
She sat opposite me in the group circle, leaning on the radiator,
under the large window. It was a typically grey rainy day in wintry
Cologne. There was not even enough daylight coming into our group
room through the skylights. We had to turn on the lights.
And then Gudrun began to tell us about her Christmas visit to her
family. She had travelled on Christmas Eve with her three brothers
and sisters and their families to the small Eifel village where her
parents lived. Fifteen people in all had taken a long afternoon walk
in the snow, to enjoy the clear, fresh Eifel air and the view over
the local hills, valleys and forests. Then they had returned to their
parents' house and sat together in the living room for coffee and
Christmas pastries. Gudrun began to feel this "weird" way again -
like a stranger and not "right" at home.
I asked her more specifically how she felt. She described the huge
distance between them all. Certainly fifteen people filled her
parents' living room, but to Gudrun it felt as if there were many
miles between them all, as if everybody was somehow sitting there
alone and lost. Each individual seemed to Gudrun so far apart that
their arms would never be long enough to be able to hold hands. I
became cold just listening, although it was pleasantly warm in the
group room. It felt as if an infinite sadness spread throughout the
room. It was totally quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. When I
looked around, I saw how some group participants were shivering. They
were zipping up their jackets, buttoning up their cardigans one more
button or wrapping their feet in blankets. It also seemed to me as if
the walls of the group room had expanded, and as if the distance
between the participants had become greater. An unpleasant coolness
settled amongst us.
I described my perception and my pictures to Gudrun. She said that
was exactly the way it had felt to her at home. I froze even more,
and was getting goose bumps on my lower arms.
I was uncomfortable. At the same time, of course, as a therapist
things like this are familiar to me: sometimes in "the here and now"
exactly the same mood (yes, and even bodily sensations!) is
experienced as that which the client is talking about.
I have just interrupted my writing for a short while and closed
the window, because I was getting a little cold. In front of me on
the desk I have lit a candle and made myself a cup of coffee. Yes,
now it is more comfortable again. Once again, I realize that even
while I am writing, I have deep feelings that are closely connected
with what I am writing about. Wasn't I just writing about coolness
I am warming my cold hands on the coffee cup and looking over at
the candle peacefully flickering in its holder.
OK then, how did things proceed? I asked Gudrun what had happened
in her family. Because, what she had related and how that had
affected us in that room seemed so remarkable that I wanted to invite
her to open it up even more and investigate it further.
She said that the coolness and the distant feeling had always been
there for her, at least for as long as she could remember. Her three
brothers and sisters had had the same experience, even her nieces and
nephews. The smallest of them had said to her mother after a summer
visit to their grandparents, it was always so cold there. Impressed
by the intensity of the effect, which even I had experienced in this
work, I did not let up. I asked Gudrun what had happened in her
family in the past. But she had no idea.
Especially from the work of the therapist Bert Hellinger I know
that there are also such things as "systemic" forces, which means
that sometimes something is at work in a family that had happened
previously for instance before the parents' marriage or even in
previous generations. So, I changed my line of questioning a little.
I asked whether it was possible that something remarkable had
happened in her family, perhaps before her parents had married. Or
even further back. Some sort of family secret?
All of a sudden it became completely clear to Gudrun. There was
definitely something there. It had been and was still kept a secret.
Gudrun's grandfather, who she was very devoted to, had told her about
it shortly before his death. Her father had been with the SS. But not
in a combat troop, no, he had been assigned to what was called the
"Fountain of Life Society" and had to breed offspring with specially
selected Germanic women. It was somewhere in Sauerland, near
Warstein. It was top secret. Even his letters were disguised as post
from the front.
"That means you must have a huge number of half-brothers and
sisters," I let slip out. Gudrun was completely perplexed. She stared
at me open-mouthed for a while. Then she closed her mouth. She
swallowed, and then nodded.
"I never thought about it before," she said. "But now that seems
totally obvious to me."
"How many half-brothers and sisters do you think there could be?"
Gudrun became excited. At first her face started to turn red. Then
her eyes began to twinkle. "Maybe fifty, maybe a hundred, maybe even
more," she said with a broad grin
I had expected that the tragedy and the gravity of this story
would take hold of her. But I was completely surprised: lightness,
aliveness and joy spread throughout the group. A warmth filled the
room. Then someone started taking off his cardigan. Someone else put
aside his blanket, with which he had been covering his feet. And what
was happening with Gudrun? She was beaming happily!
It was as if everybody in the group room had become physically
closer. As if the group room had suddenly shrunk. As if we were all
sitting side by side. Of course that was not really the case. In
reality, nothing had changed spatially, it only seemed that way.
Gudrun continued. "I had this overwhelming fantasy just now. I
imagined a family celebration in the Eifel: hundreds of people, of
all ages, many of them sixty years old, and some in their late
fifties, with their families, their children and their children's
children, from all of God's countries, speaking in strange tongues,
but nevertheless all celebrating together. For the little ones there
were merry-go-rounds and stalls with sweets, like at a village fair
and the older ones had a tent with tables and benches. With the one
difference that this celebration was not taking place somewhere on a
sports field in a small Eifel village, but in front of my parents'
house, in the courtyard, on the road in front of the house, on the
side streets and all around the house. Music was being played: German
music, Dutch music, English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian,
Greek music. And everyone was dancing with everybody else. It was
festive and joyful."
Even now as I am writing my eyes are filling with tears, tears of
emotion and joy.
"Finally everybody there made a huge circle around my father,"
continued Gudrun in her fantasy, "and around my mother - everybody
was looking at her with so much friendliness and affection - and then
finally around me and my three brothers and sisters and their
children. Everybody moved closer together, stood next to each other
shoulder to shoulder, gently swaying to a soft humming."
At this point Gudrun broke off her fantasy, looked around the
group room and looked at the other participants. She was stretching
her hands out to both sides. The two people sitting next to her were
reaching out for her hands. Soon everybody in the room was holding
hands with the people next to them.
A weightlessness spread throughout the room. Everyone was
contributing to it, talking about the freeing effect of Gudrun's
family celebration fantasy, of the colourful pictures, which everyone
had seen inside at the same time. And they were talking about their
own emotions and joy.
Finally I told Gudrun about a marvellous image that my teacher
Hunter Beaumont had given us: "You scoop a glass of water out of the
sea on the North Sea Coast and then you pour it back in again.
Imagine, after maybe ten years, when the sea, which is always in
motion, has spread the water from your glass into every sea and ocean
around the world, that you scoop another glass of water out of the
sea in Australia. This time there would still be tiny particles of
water from the first glass." And I added: "So I am not at all
surprised that you feel at home like you do everywhere in the world."
Soon afterwards our weekend workshop was over, and we went our
separate ways. But this time the goodbyes lasted much longer than
they normally did. For quite a while I heard the light-hearted voices
of the participants in the hall. Only slowly did silence return to
I still remember, how deeply moved I was then and as I went on my
way home. The skies over Cologne were beginning to break up a little.
For one moment it stopped raining. I saw a little evening red. There
were several moments when the setting sun even blinded me a little,
as she shone through the breaking clouds.
From: "Protecting the
It happened on the last evening of my open
supervision group. Colleagues, who are themselves trained and work as
Gestalt therapists, come once a month, for the evening, to our
Institute, to get support from me for their practice. For Gestalt
therapists supervision is a matter of course. We are not social
technicians, but rather something like artists who are creatively
active. We "create" our therapeutic interventions from the
perceptions of our clients and out of our own inner experiences. The
idea behind this is that the more we perceive, the more we become
able to act. Therefore, most problems in life arise because we limit
our ability to perceive.
In the same way as artists are dependent on
the flow of their creativity, so are we, Gestalt therapists. If this
flow is inhibited, cannot be felt or does not reach the surface, then
we need supervision - and of course also good friends, good food,
good sex, and perhaps now and then a visit to the sauna or a long
vacation … But actually we always need supervision.
Reinhilde was talking about her work with a
young woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties. The young woman, Gabi, had
come to her for the first time nearly a year and a half earlier. She
was suffering from a variety of fears. During the course of her
therapy she had put most of them aside - at least in so far as they
no longer limited Gabi's everyday life as much.
In addition, Reinhilde described her client
as quite a controlled woman, who was disconnected from her own
feelings - or more precisely, was a long way away from expressing and
communicating them. What was striking was the warmth I felt while I
was listening to Reinhilde's description, warmth in an emotional
sense - in the sense of being moved. As if tears and joy were all at
once tied together and very tangible.
And yes, I also remember - as I write this -
at exactly which point I clearly became aware of my emotions in this
process for the first time. Reinhilde had spoken affectionately of
how her client Gabi "controlled" her feelings - and added, "Actually
that is a very good solution for a person, who has so many fears - I
do not think there is anything at all wrong with it. I also told Gabi
that some time ago, and she was very relieved, and also relaxed
somewhat." This is also a beautiful example of what Gestalt
therapists mean, when we say everything has its value, has been
needed, the way it is, because it has made it possible to survive
through difficult times in life. Neuroses are actually an extremely
creative contribution on the part of our clients.
Then Reinhilde talked about the therapy
session with Gabi, which had taken place almost one week before. The
young woman, who had always come for therapy on time, was on this
occasion 40 minutes late. As Reinhilde greeted her in the hallway of
her practice, she said that Gabi was very scared and had started
Reinhilde pushed her gently into her
consulting room and towards an armchair, motioning her to sit down.
She "simply" began to work with Gabi, and asked the next client to
come back half an hour later, which was possible without any problem.
But, then Reinhilde added, she would have taken this time for Gabi,
even if the next client had not had the time. She would have asked
the client, in this extreme circumstance, to come back another
Gabi told her - as she continued to cry
violently - that her mother had very suddenly become extremely ill.
Two days ago, she had been diagnosed with a malignant, already
far-advanced, stomach cancer. Her mother, who anyway had often talked
of dying and wanting to die, had begun to do this again, and so
intensely that Gabi became extremely frightened. That her mother's
suicidal tendencies were very significant in Gabi's fears had become
clear to both of them - Gabi and Reinhilde - earlier in their
therapeutic work together. Now, however, it was even more serious.
Gabi's mother would probably die soon.
This was when our actual supervision process
began. Reinhilde spoke about her doubts, whether she should be
allowed to continue working with her client Gabi, whether it was at
all professionally acceptable, because she herself had "such a thing
going on with death". Her sister had had a fatal accident seven years
earlier, when she had driven her car into a tree. That was why she
had not been allowed to see her sister's body at all until the
funeral. Reinhilde was crying, as she was telling us this in the
group. Lately, she had been thinking constantly of her sister and her
death. And now, since Gabi had told her about her dying mother, she
had been thinking even more about it. Now she was crying even harder.
Then all of a sudden I felt shame inside. As I followed this in
myself, Reinhilde continued that nobody really knew whether her
sister's death was actually a suicide or not. Her sister had become
so unhappy and melancholic. It happened at the same time as
Reinhilde's daughter, who was still quite young, was very seriously
ill. Consequently, at that time she had had very little strength left
to support her sister, who was living in another city.
I asked her whether she was in conflict
because of that. She answered, "Not any more. Since then, I have come
to accept it. At that time I really did not have any extra strength.
At the same time I am so dreadfully sorry, even though I do not feel
any guilt. But it is clear to me, that if I continue to work with
Gabi, while her mother is dying, that I will also have to keep
thinking about the death of my sister. My own pain and my own
mourning will then keep on taking up a lot of space. I am afraid, if
that happens, of not being able to give enough attention to Gabi and
her pain." She turned round to face me directly, "Erhard, do you
think, as my supervisor, that it is reasonable for me to continue to
work with Gabi?"
I answered with a counter question, "Are you
willing to continue working with Gabi, also with the price then of
knowing that your sister will always be present in your work. That
she will always be there with you as you work with Gabi?"
Reinhilde did not hesitate for a single
instant. "Of course, I am willing to do that. No question about it."
"There is a tremendous generosity in that,
that I can really appreciate", I said. For a short moment, Reinhilde
cried silently. Then she became completely calm and beamed - with
tears in her eyes. "What you just said, has touched me so deeply",
she said. "I really would like to continue working with Gabi, even at
the price that you have named. Gabi is very close to my heart."
An easiness and a friendliness spread
throughout the group room. Like a fresh warm breeze which filled the
room. With tears of emotion in my eyes I looked around the group room
and saw numerous touched faces. Feelings of gratitude and joy
overcame me. I felt how close my trainees are to me and to my
Praise for the
German Edition of "Touching the Soul in Gestalt Therapy"
"Thank you for your new book. Your honesty
and openness touched me very much. After I had begun reading, I could
not put the book down. You have explained the flesh and blood of
Gestalt therapy to me, not only the bare bones." (Herbert Greif,
"During an extremely difficult time for me
your narratives have touched me to the depths of my soul. While I was
reading I could already feel the hardness of my 'diagnostic
psycho-analytical view' in my therapeutic work begin to dissolve and
I was again able to approach my patients openly and uninhibitedly
(with laughter and tears)." (Elke Geser-Schellkopf, Gestalt
therapist, Bayreuth, Germany)
"Dear Erhard, Thanks for your marvellous new
book. It truly reached my depths. I could not stop reading it. I have
just emerged from a time in my life in which I felt I had closed
myself down. It was as if I had developed a protective shield,
because so many situations around me had been occupying and moving
me. Then your book arrived and I felt my heart opening up … my
tears starting to flow … and that the protective shield was no
longer needed!" (Carina Gadebusch, Remscheid, Germany)
"Once again you have sent me a very
beautiful book. One, which really is touching on many points, and
which reveals so many alive facets of Gestalt therapeutic work as
well as your Gestalt therapeutic work and you as a person. Here are a
This fits with what you describe later about
becoming aware of the 'sacredness' of practicing therapy." (Detlev
Kranz, Gestalt therapist, Hamburg, Germany)
"I really enjoyed reading your new book and
have been very impressed by its aliveness. As I was reading, I often
had the feeling that you were there explaining everything to me in
person. In my opinion you could not have explained it better or
made it more understandable for those who are not so particularly
familiar with the special terminology of Gestalt therapy or
this subject matter." (Gabriele Önal, Tübingen,
"I liked your book very much. I was often
touched and close to tears. The story about your father has
encouraged me once again to see my mother differently and to find new
ways of coming into contact with her. I have already passed my copy
of the book on and also have recommended it to other people - their
resonance was totally similar to mine." (Martina Feldmayer-Ott,
"A profound respect for humanity, openness,
honesty, warmth, tenderness, tears and joy, are only a few of the
words that spontaneously occur to me about this book. With his
stories, Mr. Doubrawa has also touched my soul and opened my heart. I
can recommend this book to everyone who wants to come in touch with
their feelings and thus find healing for themselves. This book is a
great help for both therapists and clients." (Karin Soukup,
"An appropriate title - this book touched my
soul and I felt spoken to and understood. Everything in the book is
pure personal experience, sometimes with an astonishing openness. Mr.
Doubrawa answers many of the questions and problems that often
present themselves to future as well as currently practicing Gestalt
therapists. I myself am in training to become a Gestalt therapist and
can highly recommend this book." (Francisca Benz, Oberkirch,
Erhard Doubrawa has worked as a Gestalt therapist for many years.
He is the founder and director of the “Gestalt Therapy
Institute of Cologne”, where he is also active as a trainer. In
addition he publishes the German Gestalt Therapy Magazine
“Gestaltkritik”. Along with his wife Anke, also an
established Gestalt therapist, he has edited a series of books about
the theory and practice of Gestalt therapy, published by Peter Hammer
· Publisher. Another of his publications, “An Invitation
to Gestalt Therapy: An Introduction with Examples” (with
Stephan Blankertz), will be available soon as an English language