the view from here

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on May 28, 2014 3:37 pm

I just returned home from the funeral of an 88-year-old man, the father of a dear friend of mine. Marty served in World War II and Korea, believing deeply in his country . He also believed deeply in education and learning and became a teacher for the next 35 years. He also believed deeply in playfulness and did that quite well also.

But was right at the end of his life that he had a very enlightening conversation with his beloved grandson. Shawn considers himself a deeply spiritual person whereas his grandfather was an atheist. And finally after years of discussion and debate, they agreed that at the end, there is a big ball of energy and that ball of energy is love.
And they agreed that ball of love is God.

So this got me thinking about love, God and believing deeply in something.

You see not only did Marty believe deeply in so many things, he lived his life according to his deepest values. How many of us can say that. There is research that suggests that if we live our lives consistent with our core beliefs about what we feel our lives should be about, we are more likely to be happy and more secure . Maybe because Marty did that, he was more comfortable being playful.

I've long believed that the last thing we lose in life is our ability to love. And as theologian and bioethicist Stephen post queries and his newest book: "Is the Ultimate Reality Unlimited Love?", perhaps it is that love, that thing that many have called the primary emotion, that sustains us and the world around us..

Marty's message is pretty simple and universal. Know what your deepest values are and live your life accordingly. And love deeply as many people as you possibly can. And then love more people more deeply tomorrow.

Thank you Marty

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Jun 11, 2014 3:43 pm

Yesterday was my 68th birthday. It's amazing that I have lived this long with this disability that is so devastating to my body. As I practiced my meditation yesterday morning I experienced my breath as though it was my first.
I can't stop thinking about how precious and fragile this life is and how fortunate I am to be given this thing called life.

My daughter Debbie surprised me at dinner Monday evening. A surprise that Joan had arranged in advance. It was a wonderful evening filled with lots of laughs and love. But when she got home and called me the following day she was much more reflective: "hey dad, there's something I wanted to say to you last night but never did…"
After several moments of silence during which I knew she was tearful, she said: "what I didn't say this how grateful I am that you are here having a birthday." We both cried together – tears of gratitude. And when we hung up, I told Joan how grateful I was to have conversations like that with Debbie.

Could we have done that if we didn't live together knowing life was this fragile? Could I love Joan as deeply as I do without knowing how precious these things like love and compassion and laughter and life itself really are?

Quadriplegia carries many gifts and much adversity – just like life itself.

Please take care. Please enjoy.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Aug 13, 2014 3:44 pm

I just returned from a wonderful vacation in Alaska. I went to Africa last summer so I guess I am covering every country in the world alphabetically. But does this mean I will be going to Afghanistan next summer? I'd rather go to Amsterdam or Albuquerque!

But what struck me about this amazing trip was what I could and couldn't do and how we felt about it.

 I took my first cruise about 20 years ago from New York to Bermuda and I was thrilled that I could get around on the ship and there were people to help me with my food. There were no exciting excursions so everything was perfect.

About 10 years ago I went to the Panama Canal and I was frustrated because there were so many exciting excursions that I could not go on. They were able to arrange individual tours for me, but they were very expensive. Nevertheless, I had a great time.

Then about 6 years ago I went on another cruise and I could hardly go on any excursions. And although I was still happy to be on the beautiful ship with great scenery, I was even more frustrated.

On this cruise, I still could not get on most of the excursions. Nevertheless I was so very happy with the few I could go on and didn't spend much time thinking about what I couldn't do. This cruise was one of the best I've taken. And why? Of course the scenery was gorgeous, but I had been to Alaska before. Sure, part of it was that I was with someone I love. But I think a large part was the phrase "thinking about what I couldn't do".

It reminded me of a conversation I had with my father several years before he died. He would often repeat that he was ready to leave this life even though he was physically healthy and had a pretty good life at the time. Finally I asked him if he was really ready to die. He said that he was on "some days". I asked him about those days and he told me that on the days he wanted to die, all he could do was think about his daughter who had died, his son in a wheelchair and his wife who had recently died: "those days I am ready to die."

Curious, I said "but dad, those things are true every day. So what about the days you aren't ready to die?" Oh that was a simple answer: "those days I'm not thinking about those things, I'm more likely to be thinking about what I'm having for lunch!"

It's all about how we think about it, not how it is.

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Posted by RonW on Aug 19, 2014 7:22 pm

An Alaskan cruise is on my radar, but it is difficult because my primary caregiver can't help me without help and some of the things we have to do  are hampering progress.

My four Caribbean cruises have allowed me to defy the rules regarding excursions by getting the owners to take me in my spare portable wheelchair or lift me to seats where I could go along.  I rode in a powerboat offshore to Stingray City, rode in a helicopter over Grand Cayman Island, rode on a bamboo raft down a river in Jamaica and spent an afternoon alone in my electric wheelchair, occasionally getting stuck at a national park in Cozumel.

People can view videos of my adventures, including an exciting airboat ride, by visiting my website at and clicking on MyTube.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Aug 27, 2014 2:07 pm

hi Ron
what wonderful adventures you have had. Please do what you can to see this magnificent  land of Alaska.  The views are breathtaking and can only make one feel so very humble and grateful.  I left feeling how precious  and fragile  this land is.. Needs to be seen and appreciated by all who can

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Oct 8, 2014 4:51 pm

hey everyone,
I must apologize for my absence  these last few weeks as my computer was having difficulties in its relationship with the Reeve foundation website. Boy, I can handle difficult relationships between humans, but dealing with computers is way above my pay grade.

Anyway, we figured it out and I just have to log on from a different  web browser.

Reminds me of what happened about 15 years ago when my radio show was national. Somebody told me that I should announce that we are being podcast. So at the conclusion of my show I said: "great news, we are now being podcast." Then I went on to say "I have no idea what that means, but I think it has something to do with green and water and frogs!"


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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Dec 17, 2014 1:45 pm

These days are the darkest of the year. That's why most every religion has celebrations this time of year-we try to bring light into the darkness.

And sometimes events make the days dark. Sudden death of a loved one, trauma or the anniversary of a painful loss. It can be illness of a loved one or a series of stressors, but they make the days dark indeed.

These are my darkest days. December 20 is the 35th anniversary of my accident and for some reason, I want to this year to the house I left that fateful morning, to revisit the drive on the turnpike. Not in any morbid way, but just to reconnect with that young man on that day.

The following week would have been my 45th wedding anniversary. The first 10 years were wonderful and Sandy and I had our 2 beautiful girls all adored each other. 10 years later I broke my neck and things began to unwind. She left the marriage after 10 years and a couple of years later died of anaphylactic shock. Despite everything she and I always loved each other.

My son-in-law became ill as did my girlfriends sister, who has MS.

Dark dark times for me. And I doubt there is anyone reading this that hasn't experienced dark times.

During these times, bumper stickers, slogans and reassurance are of little value. Being reminded of all the good things we have can be annoying. But you already know that. And certainly beating ourselves up for not being able to do what the slogans tell us to do makes things worse. What now?

Sorry, but I don't have any slogans or 3 steps to making yourself feel better.

Here's the truth. When you are in a hurricane, that's not a time to appreciate that the rain nurtures the flowers and it's not a time to think about all the good things in your life. When you are in a hurricane the only thing you can do is hold on until it passes.

There's a reason I called these times dark. Starting December 21, we go into the coldest time of the year where our energy is down and we tend to put on weight. All part of the evolutionary process. But starting on December 22, the days get later and begin moving towards June 21 which is the brightest day of the year.

And this happens regardless of anything we do, say or want. so relax everyone, these times almost always pass. Unfortunately,  when we are experiencing wonderful times, they pass too!

Please take care

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Jun 17, 2015 3:36 pm

Sorry about not being around, but I was traveling to Europe. The trip was wonderful as I saw things I never thought I would see. We landed in Barcelona and that is a city that is probably more wheelchair accessible than most cities in this country. Then we cruised to Italy and Greece. I never thought I would see the David, the Sistine Chapel, the leaning Tower of Pisa or the Amalfi coast.

 I cannot get over how fortunate I am and I just keep saying thank you for all of my good fortune. I still don't know what I have done to deserve all of these gifts.

That's not to say this was an easy trip. There were several ports I could not get off because it was tendered and they can only accommodate manual wheelchairs. I think the airline may have been to the frame of my wheelchair as they were putting it in baggage because I have had back and neck pain since I've been home.

And then there were the cobblestones… What a nightmare for those of us in wheelchairs! Even going over them one brick at a time, I could feel my body being shaken and my blood pressure going up. And I can't even remember how many times all of that jarring put me in dysreflexia. Not fun.

So I figured while I was in Rome I would call the Pope to talk about these cobblestones. After all, he is a compassionate and socially minded guy, so I figured he would be open to the idea of putting black top on top of these damn cobblestones. So I called him in the morning, but he was in a meeting. When he called back, I was in the Sistine Chapel and my ringer was on. And so it went, we just played phone tag all day. Maybe we can chat when he comes to Philadelphia in the spring. Oh boy, I just remembered we have our own cobblestone issues here around Independence Mall. That's embarrassing!

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Jul 15, 2015 3:15 pm

I'm leaving this afternoon for a silent meditation retreat. And to be honest, I am a little nervous this year. Every year the first day or so is difficult because I am unable to run away from my demons. I can't get up and answer emails or ask my nurse to get me a snack or return phone calls. When my anxiety goes up I have to just sit there. By the end of the retreat, I realize that my demons are as old as I am and they are tired also! They still carry the same thoughts and emotions, but when they bare their teeth, I realize they are dentures!!

But this year feels different. I just had my 69th birthday, I gave up driving, I'm cutting back on my professional practice, I am more tired and I'm having more dysreflexia. I'm entering a new stage in my life as we all are every day. And like the rest of us, sitting with our fears or sadness is unpleasant. But once I sit with the truth of my life, somehow I feel more alive. This season is more precious, the leaves seem more vibrant and the love for my family and friends seem to be even richer and more rewarding.

This business of life, sure is a fragile and wonderful thing.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Jul 29, 2015 3:29 pm

the retreat was wonderful. And difficult-like most of them are. It's 5 days of silence and we are left sitting with our demons. But at the end of 5 days, you get used to those demons and they are not nearly as threatening as they were when we got started. So instead of "running" away from them, like most of us do, when we sit with them for a while they seem to change. by the end of 5 days, I realized my demons were also 69 years old and were a little forgetful! So what's to be scared of?

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Sep 9, 2015 9:49 am

September 8 was the 30th anniversary of my radio show: "Voices in the Family" aired on WHYY, Philadelphia's local NPR affiliate. (If you're interested in listening, we are also podcast on iTunes).

Anyway, we had a major event during which I announced to a live audience that as of Thanksgiving, I no longer be doing weekly shows. After 30 years, this 69-year-old guy chose not to be as busy as he has been for most of his professional life. It was/is the right decision. And it was the most painful decision of my life.

I began doing the show 5 years after my accident. This was a time when everything was settling in and I was beginning to realize what my life was going to look like. At the same time, my marriage was falling apart and I had this great fear that my wife would leave me and I be alone (which is what happened a few years later). So I was in the midst of a very deep depression when I started doing the show.

As many of you know, I felt so broken and like a burden to the world that I felt I had no value. So I hid the fact that I was a quadriplegic because in my insecure mind, I thought if my audience know then they would lose all respect for me. That was in 1985 when we were a tiny tiny minority of the population and most of us either stayed home or in nursing homes.

When I finally had the courage to tell my audience who I really was-a quadriplegic who had a difficult life. A person who was a good psychologist, a kind and compassionate person and one who was also insecure. The audience responded with open arms and open hearts and have been sharing their stories for 30 years. It has been mutual love between the audience and me, so saying goodbye opens painful memories from right after I became a quadriplegic.

Nevertheless, I am reminded of my favorite Sufi saying: "when the heart weeps for what it's lost, the soul rejoices for what it's found." I am a man who deeply believes in that saying. So right now I weep, confident that when the tears stop at the door to my future opens, I will smile with open arms and say "good morning". And say that with great love.

And how much I wish that for every one.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Oct 28, 2015 4:05 pm

I gave a talk last night at a local university in honor of their Disability Awareness Week.

The audience was filled with those who had visible disabilities and those who had no visible disability.

The title of my talk was the same as a Ted talk I delivered a few months ago: "I Broke My Neck and My Soul Began to Breathe." (By the way, you can see it on my web page

Anyway, I talked about not being seen for who I am, but being seen for how I navigate. But everyone in the audience had the experience of not being seen for who we are whether we are disabled or not. They've all experienced being seen for the color of their skin, their beliefs, their body shapes, their neighborhoods or their achievements.

And so we pretend. We pretend that we feel better than we really do. More competent and more confident. At least I did. I wore my mask for many years-for the first 3 decades of my life.

And then I broke my neck. As you know, the sense of grief and despair felt never-ending. I felt no one would ever understand me again and that I would be alienated for the rest of my life.

But after all the tears, that artificial mask of mine was shattered and gone forever. I could no longer pretend. So I had no choice but to become the person I am. Perhaps the person I always has been. A nice person who always tries to do the right thing. A person who suffers in life who wishes to be understood and love for who he is.

Just like you. And you and the rest of humanity. I wish you great understanding – even love


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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Nov 17, 2015 5:13 pm

I have mentioned elsewhere on these pages that I have been doing a radio show called "Voices in the family" on I've been doing the show for 30 years. And a few weeks ago I announced that I was stopping my weekly shows and instead doing a few specials a year.
This was the most difficult decision of my life. It's not giving up a job, it's not losing my identity as a "radio host", it's about losing a very intimate and loving relationship. And, believe it or not, that loving relationship is with our entire listening audience. And it's mutual!
So how did this happen? Easy. It's about vulnerability.
When I first started doing the show in 1985, it was just 5 years after my accident and I was in the depths of a clinical depression. Not only that, my marriage was unraveling and ended a few years later.
Back then, there were very few people in wheelchairs out in public, let alone quadriplegics. It was before curb cuts and accessible restaurants and so on. Because of that, I assumed that if my radio audience knew I was a quadriplegic, they would turn off the radio. After all, I didn’t believe I had much value back then, so why should they?
A couple of months later we had a show on learning disabilities. I had significant learning disabilities and had many experiences of failure in school. So I felt great shame about my failures. While the show was on, I felt that if I didn’t say anything about my experience, I would in an effect be lying. So I opened up to the audience and told them my story.
The response was extraordinary. They didn’t turn their radios off, but they opened their hearts. They told me their stories and thanked me for sharing my. That’s when I began to feel a sense of intimacy with my audience.
The following year we did a show on disabilities and my guest was the late rhythm and blues star Teddy Pendergrass. That’s when I told my audience about my story. A story of trauma and suffering and the story of love and gratitude.
My audience expressed such loving kindness towards me and I felt that towards them.
You see, I learned that without vulnerability, there is no intimacy. How can we truly be intimate with another person if we are living behind our mask? When our hearts are closed, we cannot feel the loving touch of another person.
So when I say goodbye on Monday, it’s not about radio or titles, it’s about wheeling away from a mutually loving embrace.
Thank goodness I will still be doing 6 specials a year. I will still be able to care for and be cared for my audience. My friends.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Dec 16, 2015 4:11 pm

Last week I was rushed to the hospital by ambulance. Again. Shaking chills and high fever leading everyone to suspect a urinary tract infection turned into sepsis quickly. It turns out it was “only” a severe UTI.

My doctor quickly put me on IV antibiotics and ran lots of fluid through my veins. And I responded quite quickly to be discharged just a few days later. 24 hours after that, I felt pressure on my chest and I was panting. A return to the emergency room and a diagnosis of congestive heart failure. I had fluid around my lungs and heart. That’s because my body wasn’t able to excrete the fluids I received at the hospital.
So here I am 48 hours after this event that was both remarkable and unremarkable. Not the first time for me and probably won’t be the last. But most of you reading this already know the experience.

I sit here feeling very weak and experiencing my aging body. This poor body has been living with quadriplegia for 36 years. So what does this mean? The bad news is that in all likelihood this kind of stuff will likely be happening more frequently. The good news is that I am not actually dead yet. That’s very very good news for everyone but my insurance company!

knowing what I know about my very uncertain future, I look outside my window and see the bare trees with a beautiful gray sky behind them. Although I frequently look out the window and don't see a thing except for the to do list I am checking off inside my head. But today,I’m able to look out the window and actually notice how the trees move when there is a slight breeze, how the lower clouds sometimes move in one direction while the upper ones go in a different direction.

So what’s the difference between you and me? You may be younger, stronger and have a very different history. You may have different resources, different skin color, different values and so on. But…

Just like me, you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Just like me, aging can be sad or scary.
Just like me, you love this life. We all complain about different aspects of our lives, but 99.9% of us love having a life. That’s why aging and death scares us. That’s why almost all of us overcome what appears to be horrible events in our lives. We love this thing called life.

Sadly too many of us aren’t aware of how much we love

so I have an offer: if by any chance you have forgotten or never realized how much you love being on this earth, just respond to this post and I will help you remember. Not a Hallmark card, but a reminder!

May your holidays be filled with love and gratitude my fellow humans!

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Mar 30, 2016 5:02 pm

I recently had a session with a 50-year-old couple. The wife had become disabled 20 years ago as a result of a debilitating spinal disease that left her in extreme pain. And as part of the disease her hands were almost completely withered with 9 fingers amputated.

20 years ago they got through it. They tried to be strong for one another. They tried not to fall apart. And they were successful.

20 years later, the husband was finally able to let go and cried and cried and then cried some more. He said "this is my best friend and there she was screaming in agony and there was nothing I could do." And he cried some more. So did his wife. They cried for all they lost-including the ability to mourn together. They cried for their lost dreams and they cried for all of the pain that was buried inside.

A colleague of mine once said "all buried emotions are buried alive". They must find a voice and if not, we risk a part of our very humanity withering away.

But we cannot open up this level of pain without safety. Safety inside knowing that no matter what, you will be okay. And safety from the outside too, knowing that you are in a safe place and with a safe person who will not leave you, no matter what.

And with safety, growth happens. And with this couple, intimacy happens. You see, they no longer have to be strong for each other. All they have to be is human for each other.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on May 11, 2016 5:16 pm

Did you ever wonder why you read these pages? Sure it is partly to look for solutions to problems. Clearly that's what happens with nurse Linda.

But even with nurse Linda, much of these "questions" are really stories. We tell each other our stories-whether it is difficulty coping or a pressure sore or an insensitive doctor etc.

The word is kindred spirits. We all want to be with people who "get us". But that's not just for people with disabilities, it's for all humans. As we age, we want to be with people who think like we do or who have similar problems to us.

Many years ago my daughter was having some very significant problems related to PTSD and a recently deceased mother. She was in therapy, hospitalized, back in therapy and so on. None of it helped. And then she was in a hospital in Washington that specialized in trauma. And what helped her more than anything, she said, was being with kindred spirits. People who understood her so she didn't feel so alone in the world.

Almost all of us have had the painful experience of feeling alone in the world. This is one of the most difficult and debilitating of all emotions humans can experience. And the cure? I think I've described it already, it's to be with kindred spirits. People we don't have to explain a lot to, people we can just picture shaking their heads with understanding as we tell our stories of leaking catheters or bowel accidents or family conflicts or depression. We all get that. And we are all part of a family we never wanted to be in. Nevertheless, we are here and we have a kind of international support group where we can feel everyone thinking: "of course I understand".

In that regard, this family could be even better than our biological family! Holding hands or shoulder to shoulder or whatever metaphor you want to use, we get through this with the help of each other.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on May 25, 2016 11:53 am

Many years ago I was treating 2 couples, and both of the men were c 5/6 quadriplegics.

So one would expect similar issues and similar impact on the marriages. Not so

one of the couples were in their early 20s. When he had his accident, he was just about to enter training for the state police in New Jersey. We met for about 6 weeks and things didn't go very well. He was angry and depressed and she did not have the wherewithal to stick with the marriage. This young man remain depressed for about a year and eventually did better, but never really thrived.

The other couple were in their mid-60s and had been married for over 30 years. He had his accident when his construction vehicle flipped over. Therapy with this couple lasted 2 sessions and was highly successful!
They both wanted to know how to make love and the wife wanted to know whether it was okay to leave her husband alone when she went grocery shopping.

It's not about the injury it's about who gets injured. It matters whether they have loving and supportive family. It matters whether they have a life they can envision returning to. It matters their age and whether or not they have assistants. And I go on to include their state of mind before the accident, their age and so many other factors.

My 25-year-old patient did not have a supportive family and had a long history of being angry and isolated.

We need help. All of us. We need the loving kindness of others to be there with us and for us through the darkest of times. Without that, we become spiritually malnourished .

For those of us who are so fortunate to have a life that is full and satisfying, I feel we have a responsibility to be one of those people who offer ourselves to help others. To be "that person". But that's just one man's opinion.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Jun 22, 2016 5:41 pm

Last night we went out to dinner with another couple.  Upon arriving at the restaurant, I looked down at my light colored pants and saw that my catheter leaked.  Again.  And because I was wearing light colored pants, it was pretty visible.  But not only was I sitting in urine (granted, I couldn't feel it but it still pretty uncomfortable-if you know what I mean), but that acid material is very unhealthy for the skin on my bottom which is already fragile.  

Obviously I couldn't go home so I no choice but to go in the restaurant with wet pants.  Fortunately I brought a windbreaker with me so we put that on my lap and kept it there.  Nobody said anything because I have discovered that as a 70-year-old quadriplegic, I can get away with a lot of stuff and people don't even raise an eyebrow.  So that's the good news.  The bad news was that I peed in my pants.  Again.

When we got out, I told my girlfriend/partner that I felt disgusted.  She tried to talk me out of it reminding me that it wasn't my fault.  Bless her heart, but it didn't help.  I still felt disgust.  And I felt ashamed.  Although it wasn't my fault, shame is a very human reaction to having bodily fluids visible to others.

So there I was after 36 years and after this happening hundreds of times, I still felt those emotions.  And oh yes, I'm not proud of this, but I also felt self-pity for a little while.  It was a beautiful evening and I would have loved to have sat outside with Joan and have a cup of tea.  But I had to go to bed to change.

But once my mind stopped racing and I was able to feel what I truly felt, I felt great compassion for this guy named Dan.  He's a good guy and cares deeply about others.  My heart breaks when I see people suffer.  Almost every day in my office, I am moved to tears-tears of compassion.

So last night as I lay in bed watching the sun go down, I felt great compassion for myself.  Not self-pity, or even self-love, just a sense of kindness for this man with this body that I have lived with my whole life.

Self compassion last night didn't feel good and it didn't make me happy.  But it did feel so very real as it enabled me to feel kind towards myself rather than ashamed.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Aug 24, 2016 7:50 pm

Predicting the future? Good luck with that.

My vacation was to start last week and I was so excited. I grew up at the shore and my parents left me their condo when they died. So I was looking forward to my time looking at the ocean and doing as little as I possibly can. And then one of my nurses looked on my butt to discover there was way less skin there then a butt is supposed to have. Okay, off to the doctors followed by several days in bed .

There was enough improvement so that I could finally start my vacation yesterday. But… As I was leaving the doctors office, I noticed that the ramp coming out of my van looked funny. Well, it wasn't really funny but you know what I mean. As soon as I got home, I discovered that the ramp was unsafe for me to use. Of course the part is not in stock, so they have to keep my van overnight. They repair it the following morning and I am a happy boy. We pack up the van all set to go and then… There was a light on that just shouldn't be on. Back to the van repair shop. All fixed and we finally drive to the shore. Hooray!

As soon as I get into the lobby of my building, the gentleman behind the desk says: "hey Dan, there has been a water main break so we have no water or air conditioning."

There is a Zen story about a woman who falls off a cliff and saves herself by holding on to a vine. But then she sees chipmunks nibbling away at the top of the vine while below she sees a couple of lions that look like they missed lunch today. She looks up, she looks down and notices a succulent strawberry growing out of the cliff wall. She takes it off and tastes the most delicious strawberry she's ever had.

So when I finally got here without water or air conditioning, the first thing I did when I got here was have a strawberry.

Once again, I am a happy boy. I wish many strawberries for you!


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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Nov 9, 2016 3:30 pm

This election created new wounds and opened up many old ones. In the wake of the election results, we have a country that needs healing from these wounds.

It turns out that healing from interpersonal or social wounds is very similar to the healing that takes place during wounds to the skin that so many of us suffer.  .

You see, wounds to the skin heal at an average rate of 1 mm a day. That is, if the wound is kept clean, free of infection and not absorbing too much pressure. Given those things, wounds heal on their own.

How does this translate to a nation? We keep a wound clean by not throwing dirt on it. By not contaminating it with anger or righteous indignation. By not infecting it with critical judgment, insensitivity and turning our back on each other's humanity.

Every time I get a wound, the doctor tells me to get off my butt. Well with these kinds of wounds, I would suggest you get out of your heads-the stories you tell yourself about the other person or the new government or the old government. Taking pressure off involves coming back to what's most important to all of us-well-being and love. You nurture those things and the wound will heal.

Try it. After all, there are no negative side effects.

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Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Nov 23, 2016 3:48 pm

I recently attended an all-day seminar on the opiate addiction epidemic. It turns out a major contributor to the origins of this epidemic was big Pharma. You see, they manufactured the drug that worked beautifully with acute pain. And then there were the addiction side effects they failed to mention when they marketed this drug to doctors who prescribed it freely.

It still works well, very well, with pain. The problem is when acute pain becomes chronic and there the drug becomes much more dangerous. So what do we do for chronic pain? Many, if not most of us live with chronic pain. And either we medicate it, try acupuncture, medical marijuana, meditation or psychotherapy. But none of it cures chronic pain.

 And we are not just physical pain. I several years ago a patient with chronic severe depression and she's had it since she was an adolescent. She once told me the only thing that worked was s 1/2 tablet of an opiate she was once prescribed for back pain. And when she takes it, the depression temporarily lifts and she feels good again.

It turns out all forms of pain behave the same way-physical pain, emotional pain and even the social pain of loneliness or alienati Of course the first plan of action is to try to repair whatever is causing the pain. For mental or emotional pain, we treat the anxiety or depression with psychotherapy and medication. Or we try to heal relationships that could be causing pain. Same with physical pain-we do what we can medically.

In addition to all of the biochemical things all pain has in common, all pain has one other thing in common. When we are in pain we suffer. And when we suffer, we feel alone and isolated. So what do we need to help our suffering? We need understanding and compassion from someone-anyone who loves us enough to be with us during our dark days. And to be with someone who loves us enough to ask us to help them during their dark days. You see, good relationships change everything. They change our worldview, our feelings about our lives and they change our physiology.

Especially these days. Especially today. Please remember to nurture the relationships in your life. And please love who you love, but love more deeply tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving

Re: the view from here

Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Dec 14, 2016 2:15 pm

December 20, 1979 is the day I kissed my wife and two little daughters and walked across my newly frozen lawn to climb into my burgundy colored Dodge dart. Little did I know those would be the last few steps I would ever take. Two hours later my car was crushed by a tire that broke off a tractor-trailer and I was a quadriplegic.

The accident was about 75 miles from my home in South Jersey and all I remember is that when someone arrived at the car I said "call everybody I know and tell them to get here right away". That's all I remember for the next 48 hours. But somehow in my shock and delirium, I knew I needed the loving care of others in order to survive. We all do.

So this year on December 20, when I celebrate 37 years of living, I reflect back on how the loving care of others has not only helped me survive, it has given me my reason for living.

If I hadn't been held when I felt weak, I wouldn't have made it. If I wasn't loved when I felt unlovable, I wouldn't have made it. If I didn't experience the compassion of others when I suffered, I would have died of loneliness. And if I didn't have the honor of loving all of the people I love, I wouldn't have the quality of life I've had for all of these years.

If I didn't have my family, biological and otherwise, to love and care for, my life wouldn't have meaning.

"Call everybody I know to come here right away". And they came. And I lived. And I loved.

Today I weep with gratitude for all of you.


Re: the view from here

Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Dec 28, 2016 3:49 pm

Okay, New Year's is a couple of days away. This is a time when most people make resolutions for the new year. A couple of weeks later two later, all of those resolutions are broken.

How about this for a New Year's resolution –

let's make a resolution not to make resolutions. Let's make a resolution to be comfortable with who we are and not who we think we should be. Let's make a resolution to try to do things that are fun more often.

Happy new year everyone

Re: the view from here

Posted by Dan Gottlieb on Jan 11, 2017 3:43 pm

Next week I'm giving a talk to a large audience in New York on the topic of inclusion. I'm not sure I know what this means. I know they mean "special needs", but I don't know who exactly needs to be included and who decides. I don't even know what special needs means!

Many years ago someone called my office and asked if I knew of a day care center for people with special needs. I said I wasn't aware of one and hung up. And then I got to thinking… If there was such a thing, who would go? Certainly people with wheelchairs and walkers. Also people who were blind or deaf. And people with mental illness have special needs as do people with developmental disabilities like cerebral palsy. And then there are people on the autism spectrum. But now, if people with mental illness can go, what about people who have moderate to severe depression or anxiety disorders? Anyway, my point is that I don't know who would be on the outside because everyone would be on the inside!

So what does it mean to be us? Sure we are different, but house so? We all ambulate differently and our bodies look different and some of us with TBI think differently or see the world differently. So what do we have in common? Well, we know about alienation and loss. We know about vulnerability and insecurity and depression. We know about losing identity and losing a dream. And we know about injustice. Perhaps that's what we have in common. Perhaps that's all we really have in common.

But now that I think about it, we might have that in common with every grown-up. Special needs? Human needs!.

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