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5 Signs It’s Time to Renew & Reconnect in Your Relationship
ByJo OxleySigns Your Relationship Needs a Couples Retreat Every relationship goes through seasons — some warm and bright, others stormy or stagnant. That’s normal. But when the storm clouds linger or the spark feels like it’s fading, couples often wonder: “Is this just a phase, or do we need help?” Attachment theory reminds us that our…
How Attachment Training Shaped My Professional Identity as a Therapist
ByJo OxleyNot the letters after our name, or the modality we put on a directory profile because we have to choose something from a drop-down box. I mean the deeper question of what actually shapes the way we sit with clients. What is the lens we look through? What helps us make sense of what is…
Behaviour Is Never the Problem: It’s the Clue
ByJo OxleyThere’s a moment many counsellors recognise, even if we don’t always say it out loud. A client does the thing again. And somewhere inside us – usually quietly, a thought flickers: Why does this keep happening? It’s often at this point that behaviour starts to feel like the problem. We might dress it up in…
Listening to the Body: Why Attachment-Based Therapy Needs a Somatic Lens
ByJo OxleyWhen connection feels unsafe, the body remembers. In attachment-based therapy, somatic awareness helps us understand nervous system patterns rooted in early trauma. This article explores how integrating body-based work deepens healing for clients with insecure or disorganized attachment
There’s No Such Thing as Naughty: Attachment and the Misunderstood Child
ByJo OxleyRecently, I’ve been watching my little angel, aka sausage, my two-year-old granddaughter, navigate the enormous transition of becoming a big sister. It’s been a front-row seat to the sibling dance: the tug-of-war between love and curiosity, excitement and jealousy, all wrapped in a tiny body with even tinier words to express it. There have been…
