Short stories for long
term change.
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As a Clinical Hypnotherapist and father I have seen the amazing changes in my own son as he learns, explores and grows.
He makes me laugh, cry and leaves me speechless with his antics, knowledge and ability to understand.
It is just one of those treasured times… reading to your child, imagine now as you read to your child you will notice issues such as bedwetting, toilet training, sleeps issues, eating habits and behavioural issues just seem to become a thing of the past.
Just Imagine... reading a short story and in the morning your child has a dry bed!
Metaphors are used in everyday life to explain situations, what we do is to adapt them to suit child hood issues, the child will use their imagination during the reading to create the solution with out them knowing. Each will take the child on a short simple journey, yet with the interaction from the reader, hidden language patterns, pauses and gestures it doubles as a learning/ fixing process without the child knowing.
It was during my training as a hypnotherapist that I learnt the best way to deal with children’s issues, and this is where this concept was born, during the following months I was travelling with my family around Australia when I met a family in the next caravan, Mum stopped smoking a few weeks earlier and as we chatted about hypnotherapy she mentioned that her son was angry due to a ‘blockage’ in his bottom. The last time he went to the toilet there was pain and blood, I was asked if I could do anything, so with this I developed the first of my stories, the following day the mother came to me with an amazed look on her face… her son (then 3 ½) had gone to the toilet and there was no comment of pain and everything was back to normal.
It was only a few minutes later in conversation that I was stopped in my conversation as the mother asked her son if he wanted to go for a swim… the response… “Don’t let my die mummy, don’t let me die” for 18 months this child could not have his face splashed with water, no hair washing and no swimming. The son had slipped into the pool during a swimming lesson and the result was intense to say the least. With my heart in my mouth and tear in my eye thinking about this and my own son I created the 2nd story (Fly and be free) I delivered this to Mum. It was the following day as we returned to the caravan after a day out as we passed the neighbours walking back from the swimming pool. A puzzled look on Mums face followed by a shrug of the shoulders as the child told me a story of how “we just went swimming and I dived under the water and splashed and…and”