Empathic Therapy Conference

This conference is an absolute must-do for anyone who wants to participate in real healing for people in emotional distress.  Richard Gottlieb, MSW, and I will be doing a workshop on “Treating the Maltreated,” i.e., what professionals in the mental health field need to know in order to work with people who have been damaged by traditional psychiatric treatment.

Dr. Peter Breggin’s
International Empathic Therapy Conference April 13-15, 2012 in Syracuse, NY, USA
Sign Up Now–Be Part of This Exciting Event!

Come be part of one of the most exciting conferences in years:
April 13-15, 2012 at The Embassy Suites Hotel, Syracuse, New York State. Beginning each day at 8:30 am and going until 6 pm with special evening events Friday and Saturday evenings.

On Sunday the conference continues from 8:30 am until closing at 1:30pm. Here are just a few of the reasons to attend:

* Internationally renowned researchers from Canada, Australia and the United Kingdom as well as the U.S.
* Bring out your best as an empathic therapist
* Learn to love your work as a therapist
* Treat children and the elderly without drugs
* Innovative approaches to head injury, stroke, dementia
* Recovery from trauma and addiction
* How psychiatric drugs injure and spellbind
* Critiquing psychiatric diagnoses and genetics
* SSRI violence & suicide: legal and survivor views
* Friday & Saturday night desserts & special event

CEUs for psychologists, counselors, social workers, nurses and addiction specialists will be available. Come to learn, come to be inspired, come to connect with other caring, like minded people, and come to support better and more humane approaches to ‘mental illness,’ emotional overwhelm and crisis. See you there!


About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2
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