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November 26, 2013



November 26, 2013

Dear reader,

It helps me to write in such a way as to address you. It gives me focus to think of someone who might read this. To think that this writing would be only for me would be truly insane. I have just done some other writing in my journal, but with a pen. This writing, as said before, is considered to be more rational by me. It is more legible, because my hand writing is difficult to read. These typed words are easier to listen to and my handwritten words are more difficult to listen too. If even I experience it that way, others most likely experience this too. Perhaps, I should let you read these words, but I do not know where to put them, so that you might read them. I know that these words are not difficult to read and are probably as pleasurable to someone else as they are to me. My hope is to one day share my words with you as an approach behavior. Why do I want to bother you with them?
Do I try to convince you of something? Am I trying to avoid something with this writing? Am I simply writing because I am capable of writing and find this writing to be pleasurable? I am not trying to be revealing, but I find it interesting to see what I come up with. The question remains why you would be interested in my words? I would like you to be interested in my words and I want to be taken serious. I guess I am writing this because I do want to be taken serious. I find it upsetting if people don’t take me serious and discount what I think or feel. I have trouble with that and will do anything to avoid being in a situation in which I don’t matter. I want to matter, but I often find that I don’t. Of course, I am perfectly capable of recognizing that I do not always matter and that other things matter, but this ability is fairly new and not yet very strong. I guess I have only recently started to overcome my ego-centrism that everything has to always be about me.

My justification for continuing my old way, which includes my insistence that I matter more than others, is that everyone else is doing the same. Why shouldn’t I? I hate it when people make themselves appear so important and I do not want to be like that. Because I have not mattered very much to others, I still want to. I know that many people will probably say that I mattered very much to them, but their saying that does not seem to fulfill my need. I want to matter more than that. By now I have talked with thousands of people, who have validated my thoughts and feelings about Sound Verbal Behavior through the years, but my need for approval, recognition and understanding only increased and did not become less. Without being an ass, I know I am right about issues about which others simply do not know as much as I know. The written communication of my knowledge I have always resisted, because I am interested in and knowledgeable about spoken communication.

Everything in my life has always revolved around spoken communication, but for most people spoken communication does not matter very much at all. I have approached and escaped people in my attempts to communicate with them, but now, paradoxically, I learn how to avoid so that I can have communication with them, because I only get taken serious in Sound Verbal Behavior (SVB).
In SVB you will get taken serious too, my dear reader. In SVB speakers and listeners will both be taken serious. Only in SVB can they be taken serious, because only in SVB can and do they change roles as often as they wish to. My need to be listened to may be higher than most others, but my urge allows me to put on the table issues others have forgotten about, have ignored and simply have given up on. I do not and cannot accept Noxious Verbal Behavior (SVB) because I know how devastating it is. I know that NVB always ignores and prevents SVB. I know that NVB has to be recognized first before it can be stopped. To recognize it is inevitably a rather painful and embarrassing affair. I do not offer much comfort. To the contrary, I predict, accurately and relentlessly, that NVB is going to create more problems the longer we refuse to recognize it for what it is: abuse. The only way in which we can and do live with the ugly reality of NVB everywhere is by dissociating from reality. One must be pretty strong to state that our primary mode of spoken communication is dissociative in nature.

When I first began to see this, I could hardly believe it myself. I kept saying that there must be something wrong with me and consequently I kept producing and strengthening the behaviors which are in agreement with that self-defeating perspective. It took me many years to convince myself that I was right and didn’t need to prove to myself or to others that I was right. Actually, I never convinced myself, I didn’t need to and neither do you, dear reader.  It is actually such a relief to know that. I don’t need your approval nor do you need mine, but we can have the conversation in which we transcend our so-called need for approval. I call it this our so-called need for approval because you too never had this need fulfilled, my dear reader. The communication in which we struggle to get each other's approval, but in which we are never approved, I call Noxious Verbal Behavior. In NVB there is no approval, period. Only in SVB can there be approval. Because there is approval in SVB there is never any struggle for approval. In SVB the struggle for approval is totally absent.  

When you read this, you probably think that communication without a struggle for approval is impossible. Such a thought continues NVB. This thought disappears in SVB. Yes, dear reader, in SVB most of what you think will certainly vanish. Because SVB has the power to change you, as it has changed me, you are likely to consider this real possibility as a threat to your identity. Regardless of who you belief yourself to be, your belief is imaginary, unscientific and incapable of withstanding the scrutiny of real human interaction. It is only when NVB stops that you will be able to see that what went on in the name of your belief about yourself and the world was inaccurate. You could not let in any other views, because your belief would not let you. Your way of speaking and writing was repetitive and did not change because there was nothing to change it with. Only SVB provides the stimuli for change. However, this change cannot be approached. SVB decreases your need for approach. Since SVB sets the stage for validation and approval there is no need to seek it. In fact, the search is over and if it continues it creates NVB. Yes, your search was based on the absence of SVB. 
 
SVB is scientific as it analyzes and debunks all our beliefs. NVB is unscientific in that it excludes the belief of others, but favors our own belief. Objectively speaking, all our beliefs are there and only a spoken communication in which all beliefs can be there is a scientific way of communicating. It does not matter at all whether these beliefs are, true or not. One can be psychotic, but the person having the psychosis is just as real as the person who believes that he can have a conversation with God and is going to heaven when he dies. In NVB one belief is more important than the other, one belief dominates the other, but in SVB all beliefs are equally important and therefore of lesser importance. SVB deflates our childish beliefs because there is no longer any need for them. In NVB the need for belief persists because there is a lack of real human interaction. Once real human interaction occurs it becomes clear that the lack of real human interaction maintains our identification with our beliefs, which in a roundabout way, always seem to express our need to belong. The psychotic belongs to a group called the mentally ill patients and the person who is attracted to the same sex becomes part of the gay community. Likewise, those who believe in God are Christians and those grow up around gangs believe in their social rules. Similarly, those who believe in running their own business believe in being frugal and hard-working, while those who believe in welfare believe in getting assistance. 
In NVB it may seem as if we are talking about our beliefs, but in fact we don’t. In NVB we do not talk about what we believe. It would no longer be NVB if we did. It is NVB because we don’t talk about our beliefs. It will remain NVB as long as we don’t talk about our beliefs. In NVB we prevent ourselves and each other from speaking about whatever we hold to be our truth. Yes, my dear reader, although you may think that you can say it as it is, that you can stand for what you believe in, when you have SVB you realize that this was not true at all. You believed it to be true like you believed your dream in which you went back to the house in which you lived as a child. SVB is like waking up from your dream. NVB, on the other hand, keep us psychologically asleep. It is only upon waking up in SVB that you realize that you have been dreaming. This waking up, my dear reader,is going to happen during your interactions with others. It is your relationships with others or, most likely, the lack of it, which determines your reality. If we talk, write and represent our reality correctly, beliefs are not necessary. Agreement makes our communication meaningful. Seen from a SVB perspective, disagreement must then be understood as representing meaningless communication. Therefore, communication which is meaningless is not communication. To make it seem as if there is meaning to disagreement is like making our communication into something meaningless. Meaningless communication is called NVB, but meaningful communication is called SVB. Meaningless communication is abusive, hurtful, disrespectful, exploitive, degrading and negative. Meaningful communication can never be negative. Acknowledgement of things as they really are is never painful, but our inability to accurately capture this in our way of communicating with others perpetuates our psycho-pathology. While NVB creates and maintains mental illness, SVB remediates and prevents it. To expect NVB to bring any solution to our problems is like expecting dreams to change our world. It is not our dreams which will change our world, but our actions. These actions and behaviors are only going occur if they are stimulated. NVB does not stimulate any new behavior, only SVB can do that.  

November 21, 2013



November 21, 2013

Dear Reader, 
 
The inevitable happened: my parents send me a card for my 55th birthday. My father did, most likely stimulated by my mother. It didn't even have the street number on it, but because it got the apartment number and the post code correct, it got here. This is so not what I want. I guess this is really all they can come up with. After being shunned, rejected and forgotten for years he sends me a damn card saying that he is ‘a believer’ and that he trusts that ‘in the end all will come out well.’ I guess it is a nice thought, but I am not buying it. I put the card in an envelope and send it back. I don’t care for cards and if he still thinks he can give me something I do not like he is wrong. Besides, I like my life better without my family in it. It is such an awkward conundrum I find myself in. On the one hand, I would love nothing more than connect with them and restore whatever is left, but, on the other hand, I know how the family dynamics have affected me. I have no reason to believe that things will be any different. Each time I got back in touch, I felt hurt, confused, upset, misunderstood, blamed and rejected. I don’t want to go back to that and I feel safer by not getting involved with them anyone.

This time I am in total control by holding them off and by keeping them out of my life. In the past I still needed too much approval to be able to do this. I would throw them off, but next thing I did was try to contact them again. This went on for many years. Reading back my old journals is like reading my ongoing torment about my family relations. I am so glad it is behind me, that it is over. I have not been having these troubling thoughts about my family anymore and I never want to have them again. Let them live the rest of their days without me. They have lost me, but I don't feel that I have not lost them. I think of them with pity, not hate or resentment. It was such a struggle, which only came to an end recently, pretty much ever since I began teaching. It is not a superstition, but knowledge about stimuli that were part of my life, that kept having such a devastating effect on me. The turmoil this created has greatly contributed to my withdrawal from the Ph.D. program. My emotional baggage proved to be too much to deal with under those stressful and unhappy circumstances. It was a difficult and life-altering experience for me, but luckily, something very good came out of it too. 

Our return to Chico has been a blessing and our familiarity with the place created opportunities for both me and Bonnie. I love the teaching job I now have and I recently tested for job with Butte County Mental Health. Bonnie also just did an interview and will hear from it soon. I already have steady job as a Mental Health Worker at the transitional group home, where we teach mentally ill clients to become more responsible and autonomous. Of course, I would leave this job anytime if something better came long. Also, we have just bought a wonderful small house and we are in the process of finalizing our loan application. We will be moving in end December and that will be the beginning of a new chapter of our lives. Furthermore, I already know that I will be teaching two  classes in the next semester. I think there is going to be a lot of work for me.  

November 18, 2013



November 18, 2013

Dear Reader, 
Although I have gone back to work today, I still feel weak and I am not completely recovered. It is weird that after so much writing I am aware I feel a sense of resistance against the negativity of some of my lazy colleagues. I am so glad none of the things I imagined happened. All I did, at work, was prevent a colleague from entering into the office. My boss had given permission to do this. I was allowed to be alone at the office to make some important calls. My rude colleague, however,  didn’t listen and didn’t respond to my held up hand, which signaled that I was engaged in an important phone conversation and didn’t want to be disturbed. He decided to come in anyway. As I saw that he was ignoring me, I got up from my seat, still gesturing with my free hand to leave me alone and by walking towards him and blocking the way with an out my stretched-out-hand, like a stop sign. Because he kept walking, my hand landed on his shoulder, while I repeatedly told him that I was on  the phone and needed to peace and quiet. Nothing had happened, but he had afterwards complained to my boss I had put my hands on him and he had even threatened to press charges for assault. 

Since it was construed by him as if I had forced him out of the office, I feared it could have serious consequences. I want to write it out clearly and instruct myself that I will never again touch anyone in such a situation anymore. The moment  you touch someone, they can make a case against you. For a couple of days, I was not sure whether he was going to press charges or whether my boss was going to talk him out of it. Since he had it out for me, it was a possibilityt he would do this. Luckily, my boss recognized what an exaggerator he was and the whole thing blew over. This was a wake-up call  to never let this happen again. How could I be so stupid? In retrospect, it was because I was not expecting him to do anything like this. It would have been normal for him to respond to my gestures and my requests not to come in. I felt surprised, overwhelmed and intimidated by the fact that he completely ignored me. It was him, who was violating and disrespecting me and barging in on me.
 
Although I don’t feel bad about standing my own ground, proving my self like this is not worth the trouble this could have caused and has already caused. I need to be cautious with creeps like that and must be careful with everyone under all circumstances. What I do always matters. I can never afford to let my guard down. I learn from this that I should pay closer attention to safety signals, especially the absence of such signals. That morning had already been a stressful shift, which was characterized by the absence of safety signals. Under such challenging circumstances, I should be extra cautious about the few options I have available to me. Avoidance behavior is always safer than approach under such circumstances. I am beginning to realize this should be applied across the board: in doubt avoidance is always safere. I have been too involved in approach behaviors, trying to fix things, but it didn't create safety for me. I am slowing down on my tendency for approach behaviors and I am finally developing behaviors that guarantees my wellbeing, continuity, job stability and a home.

November 17, 2013



November 17, 2013

Dear Reader, 

I write about this day, on November 18, because yesterday was the day of my seminar at the local library. By 1:05pm nobody had shown up. Then, at 1:10pm, a wonderful lady and her grandchild showed up. We started talking and everything began to flow. A few others joined and at one point we had as many as six persons talking together. My behavioral emphasis allowed me to draw lines I had not been able to draw before. The seminar was a great success. I described my academic journey and how it made me discover Constructional Behavioral Therapy, a small, unknown and almost dried up Dutch stream within Behaviorism, which perfectly dove-tales with my theory of Sound Verbal Behavior. It was founded by a lady, Beata Bakker-DePree, who lived in my old hometown. 

I am coming full circle not only with my personal exploration, but also with my insistence on recognition.  If I will ever receive a Ph.D. it will have to be in Behaviorism, but it would have to be  from an institution that allows me to present a spoken instead of a written dissertation. The success of SVB is so self-evident and consistent that the whole ordeal of getting a Ph.D. has completely lost its importance to me. Besides, I have no money, I must work two jobs to pay back my loans. There is no way it would be possible. Yet, as this writing obviously signifies, the thought is still there. That thought is about justice. I went back to school with a purpose. I wanted to study and gather scientific evidence for what I used to call the “Sounds Good Method” or "Listen While You Speak." 

I have found what I was looking for. I feel great satisfaction about yesterday’s results. The marvelous kid, the grandson of the lady, who was the first to come in, made some remarkable comments. His eyes were wide open and his voice was clear as a bell. He confronted me with not remembering his name, but after some rehearsing, stimulated by him, I got it. His name was Drake. He stated plainly that SVB made him feel at ease. Although he did not participate and was busy adjusting the computer for his grandmother, he made some supportive right-on-remarks now and then, which indicated that he was following exactly every word that was said. However, at school the poor kid was in trouble. They wanted to put him on medication because supposedly there was something wrong with him.

With this vibrant, intelligent and innocent child in the room, it was obvious to everyone how totally wrong the dispositional perspective is in addressing our problems. Supposedly, what was wrong was inside this boy’s head. Fact was, however, for all to see, that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him, but there was definitely something wrong with the way in which people interacted with him at his school. How could he be so calm, so gentle, so talkative, so understanding, so alert and so bright in a seminar of SVB? He stated “SVB is how we should all talk.” It was apparent to this kid and his grandmother that in a SVB environment we can be ourselves. Blaming the individual and closing our eyes for environmental variables that cause behavior is based on Noxious Verbal Behavior (NVB).  

November 16, 2013



November 16, 2013

Dear Reader, 
 
Today I celebrate my 55th birthday, but I am in bed with the flu. I have been sweating the whole night and yesterday my temperature was 100.6. I kept having a dream in which everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. It was a feverish dream. I knew that my views were right and again and again it was clear that it was true. I still have the flu, but I was up and ate some breakfast. Whether I type like this, or write with pen or a pencil in a notebook, does not seem to make much of a difference anymore. Right now only the flu matters. My body aches, I got a headache and I feel weak and shaky. There are many things I have to do and this writing is to remind myself that I can’t let it slide. I have to stay on top of it and get myself together to take action. 

I am estranged from my family in the Netherlands and I think of them because it is my birthday. I have myself created this situation in which I am no longer in contact with them. I did that because I kept falling back into the same negative patterns and the only way to prevent that was by cutting my ties completely. It is still very difficult for me. I am still sad about it, although I no longer feel very sad about it. I never thought that I would end up in this situation. I remember my father once telling me about his step-brother and his step-sister when I was a little child. He was no longer in contact with them either. At the time, it seemed like such an unthinkable and painful thing for me to break with one’s family. I succeeded in changing my dad’s mind and later we even went to visit them.  

I feel betrayed by my family. I contribute my Ph.D. failure and my inability to cope with the stress  to my unhappy relationship with my family, particularly with my father. I have failed because I acted out an old family dynamic. It was my assigned role in the family to fail. Everyone was redeemed and normal due to my failure. My birthday is almost gone and I feel less upset now about not having heard anything from anybody. It is so weird that against all odds I still keep hoping that something will happen to set the record straight. I was of course hoping in vain. My family is as tired of me as I am of them. Let’s leave each other alone from now on. It is okay. I have spend almost my whole birthday resting and sleeping in my bed. I just took a bath. When I came out, I felt extremely dizzy, but after drinking a few glasses of cold water, I realized that I must have been dehydrated. 

It is actually nice to spend a whole day by myself. I have not done that for a long time. I used to do this all the time, but nowadays, I work six days a week. Although I am feverish with the flu, I am  aware of the benediction of just being alone. May be I needed this flu to slow me down? It sure seems that way. My writing does not go very fast and these words come in bits and pieces. None of it is important, but I like to write this way. There is a freedom I have not felt for a while. Just letting my thoughts roam, not having a purpose and being at ease..it is a luxury. My wife is a sweet heart. She made tea and rubbed tiger oil on my chest. I will be better again tomorrow. I have faith in that.