Archive for February, 2012

Pain, Patience and Progress for Struggling Teens

Tuesday, February 28th, 2012

As therapists at Oxbow, we are here to help students develop insight into their thought, feeling and behavioral patterns.  We love this work and are privileged to work with wonderful students and families. As our students change, their families change.  And as the families that we work with change, we are influenced for the better.

There is no set time line for how quickly one gains insight. Insight comes in its own time, dependent upon the individual’s willingness to “go there”. True insight cannot be given away and cannot be forced upon anyone.  All that we can do to assist in this process is to encourage the student through interaction and  hopefully foster a desire  within him.  Throughout this often long process, patience is tried and tears are shed.  Nights of sleep are lost and stress can frequently seem overwhelming.

One family recently showed great patience with their son’s journey to insight. This family has waited patiently as their son played games that hurt them and avoided his treatment for months. This family waited in their pain and showed their patience with their son by being available for every contact made; whether it be a weekend phone call with little depth of conversation or a family or parent track session where they were asked to gain insight into their family system and how their personal functioning  contributed to the family dynamic.  This family showed patience with the Oxbow program by following the recommendations given by the Oxbow treatment team, regardless of how difficult these recommendations were.  Due to working together as a team, their son is making progress.

I congratulate your son for the efforts that he has invested in his therapeutic work and for the maturity he has chosen to gain and to show. He is beginning to investigate his personal emotional depths. He is, at last, ready to learn from his own experiences.

I congratulate you as parents.  I congratulate you for all of the work that you have invested physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. I congratulate you for the personal growth you have decided to gain and for your willingness to not only teach, but to learn.  For your patience with your son as he struggled to make a decision to move forward in his life, to move beyond fantasy and sit in reality.

This process is painful and continues to be tender for the many involved.  Hope is fostered through patience and understanding.  Thank you for all of the above.  Thank you to the parents and family members of all those who have been willing to look at their pain and to work through it in positive ways.  Your sons notice your growth and it encourages them to move toward gaining their own insight, promoting internal changes.  Your love and devotion cannot be replaced.  Your influence is remarkable, life changing.  by Rachelle Gallup, Clinical Social Worker

Just Enough Pressure for Troubled Teens to Find Success

Wednesday, February 8th, 2012

I was having a conversation with a colleague of mine the other day, when he shared with me a story about something he had witnessed at one of our sister programs. It was a story that I instantly related to my own life as well as to the boys we work with everyday.

While on a tour with a consultant they were fortunate to catch an equine session in progress.  The instructor was prompting the student to “apply just enough pressure” to the horse to get it to do what she was asking it to do; run in a circle. As the horse began to do what the student asked, she released the pressure, then the horse would turn before asked, or try to stop before told and she would have to increase the pressure.  As the rhythm between horse and student came together, the student removed all pressure and asked the horse to stop. The horse then turned and walked directly up to the student in the center of the round pen, ears forward, nose down; looking for the next direction.

I recognize in myself a need sometimes to turn before asked or stop before I’m told. It looks a little different but essentially it is the same. We refuse to do what is asked of us and so we run in circles until we realize that if we would simply take the path of least resistance, attentive with our eyes and ears, all pressure would stop and we would be allowed to step into center.

Sometimes we need pressure to keep us going. Sometimes the things that we know are good for us are the hardest to do.  That is how I feel a program like Oxbow helps these kids every day. Just enough pressure to help them understand that for all their running in circles, it will be better for them in the long run to stop and step into the center, ears forward and noses down. by Erin Nester, Admissions Coordinator, Oxbow Academy

To watch a video from our sister program demonstrating this concept, visit www.discoveryranch.net/videos “Colts & Kids 2″

Mountain Lions, Struggling Teens, and New Perspectives

Tuesday, February 7th, 2012

Oxbow’s Residential Director, Bill Pollock,  shared this essay by MS, one of our students. “This is the reason that we take the kids out and let them experience what we do,” Bill says. “It is always fun to watch them work through experiences and accomplish things they didn’t know they could.”

The Journey
 
Early in the morning a staff came to me and told me to get my winter clothes on.  My first thought was,”Oh great, another silly ‘task’ to get done, and this time it was out in the cold!”  Once I was ready, me and several other students loaded up in the van and the staff told us we were going to go track a mountain lion. We pulled away from the warm cozy facility and headed east. The other students and I slept on and off as we traveled toward the snow and cold. Somewhere in my dreams I heard a loud motor and woke to find we were stopped and a four wheeler with our Residential Director on it right outside the van. We piled out and headed for the trailhead.

The trail had over a foot of snow, but it didn’t appear that we were heading for the trail, exactly. We took one step off the trail and sunk to our waists in deep snow. My heart sunk with my feet into the cold snow. We trudged and slipped, plowed, pushed, stumbled, and crashed through the snow, using branches and sheer will to move forward. Finally we plopped down at the top of a hill, huffing and puffing to catch our breath. Our director and guide on this misadventure then informed us that we had only gone about 100 yards and we had roughly another 900 yards to go. I did some quick calculations in my head, recalculated again and no matter how I figured it the math came up the same. We still had a long way to go.

So we continued, slipping, plowing, pushing, stumbling and this time sliding around the terrain. As I was focusing on my momentum and the gravity pulling me down the side of a mountain I heard the dogs.  They were baying, a very good sign.  We found them, about a dozen of them clawing and howling at a tree. Our Guide and several other students were staring up at the tree.  At first a saw nothing but snow covered branches, but as I moved around the tree I saw the Lion.  Our Guide saw the look on my face and Laughed, clapping me on the back. It was truly one of the most amazing things I have ever seen.

About Twenty feet in the air, resting between several snowy branches was a full grown tom with paws the size of my head. I stood there shocked at how beautiful and majestic this creature was. I could clearly see the contours of his face and the way the natural colors of his fur blended together creating a stunning camouflage. He seemed content with his perch, despite the armada of canines at the base of his throne. His belly hung low over the branches, full of a fresh meal. He almost seemed to be falling asleep with his would-be captors only feet away.  The epitome of feline nature, he sat with a cool head and crescent shaped eyes, looking down at the world as though he were king of it all.  After some persisting he leapt from his perch in pursuit of a quieter one.

The trek out was equally as difficult as the one in but this one was peppered with taunts from our guide and staff about the delicious, warm dishes that awaited us. Most of my hydration was lost due to salivation over longing for that hot meal.

The day ended with no less than three pizzas and several boxes of cheese sticks from one of our favorite pizza haunts. It was an experience I will never forget and others that accompanied us will have to recover from. That exquisite face, proud eyes, and enormous body that peered down at us will live in my memory, as will the difficult journey required in order to see it with my own two eyes.