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Jed Diamond, Ph.D. has been a health-care professional for the last 45 years.
He is the author of 9 books, including Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places,
Male Menopause, The Irritable Male Syndrome, and Mr. Mean: Saving Your
Relationship from the Irritable Male Syndrome . He offers counseling to men,
women, and couples in his office in California or by phone with people throughout
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I grew up in a family that relied on things that you could see, touch, and
construct. My mother was the office manager for a company called Tubular
Structures that made very solid scaffolding out of pipe--the kind you see big burly
men climbing up and down as they paint houses and fix upper story windows.
build anything and made me a fabulous tree house when I was nine years-old.
But there was darker side to our family history that we rarely talked about. My
biological father was a writer, poet, and stage actor. When I was 5 years old, he
tried to commit suicide and was hospitalized at Camarillo State Mental Hospital,
year-old mind couldn’t grasp the idea that he had been taken down by a
mysterious “nervous breakdown” that I certainly couldn’t see and no one seemed
to be able to explain. I never saw him again until the day I graduated college.
Looking back I realize that my whole life has been shaped by these two
competing forces: (1) The world of things we can engage and manipulate with
our 5 senses, the “tubular structures” of the world. (2) The world of energy and
spirit that can cause “nervous breakdowns” as well as inspired writing and
beautiful poetry. My mother always had a fear that I would turn out like my
education that she hoped would lead me to safety and a good solid profession (“I
I got the message and went on to college with a pre-med course of study,
and got a 4 year, full-tuition fellowship to U.C. San Francisco Medical School and
my future was assured. There was only one glitch. My long lost father showed
I learned that he had escaped from the mental hospital after being locked up
for more than 7 years (escape was not an easy feat in those days) and had
become a street puppeteer. I was both drawn to his world of feelings, emotions,
and “crazy ideas” (on the spur of the moment we jumped on a bus in Los
Angeles and went to San Diego to see a Shakespeare play.) He also scared me
to death. I knew enough psychology to be aware that he had more than a touch
of “madness” himself.
I did, indeed, start medical school in the fall, but dropped out after three
see a psychiatrist before they’d allow me to leave. Many people would do most
anything to get in to one of the top medical schools in the country and get a free
ride the whole way. Here I was giving the money back and leaving for points
unknown. Pretty crazy, I’ll admit, but it was one of the best decisions I ever
made.
Social Work in 1968. I got married, landed a great job as a counselor at a local
hospital, and rented a wonderful house in Pinole, a rural suburb in the East-bay,
across the bridge from San Francisco. Our neighbors had horses that they let us
The first summer we were there, we invited our closest friends from college
for a visit. They had a four-year old son who was cute as a bug and
wandered off and climbed under the fence into the corral where the horses were.
By the time the boy’s father reached him he was screaming in anguish with a
red welt rising on his forehead. His mother immediately reached out for the boy.
She comforted him with her words and held one hand up about three inches from
his head and passed her hand back and forth over the wound while the Dad
called for an ambulance. The boy seemed to relax and eventually stopped
crying.
I asked her what she was doing. I wondered how waving her hand over the
boy could be helpful. She kept her hand moving slowly and told me, “Its ‘energy
medicine.’ I’m healing his ‘energy body.’” I nodded like I understood what she
was saying. She turned her attention back to her son and I gave my wife a look
that said, “We love her, but what she’s doing is nuts. You can’t heal your son by
waving at him.”
Well, things turned out O.K. The boy was checked out at the local hospital
concluded that he must not have really been hurt. I relegated “energy medicine”
to some new age mumbo jumbo and forgot all about it.
on “healing at a distance” and wanted me to participate. I told him over and over
again that I wasn’t interested and didn’t believe in distance healing, whatever that
was. He was persistent and to get him off my back I finally agreed to do an
meditations and visualizations. I couldn’t see how they could be helpful, but they
were relaxing.
Then he had us work in pairs. He had a deck of index cards and we each
were asked to pick one. One person closed their eyes and did the relaxation
exercise and got into a meditative state. The other person read what was on the
card. Each card had a number, the sex, and age of a patient. We were asked to
visualize what the problem might be and to send healing energy to the person.
I couldn’t believe I was really doing this. It seemed ridiculous to me. But I
45 year old female subject might look like and imagined myself “scanning” down
her body with my hands to “see” what was wrong with her. I truly wanted to get
this over with so I could go home. Nothing unusual happened as I went down the
front of the body and I proceeded to scan the back of her head on my way down
her body.
When I got to the small of her back, my hands turned icy cold. It was like they
had suddenly been plunged into freezing water. I must have gone pale because
my partner asked me what the matter was. I blurted out, “Something’s wrong
with her 4th lumbar vertebrae.” My partner seemed calm and replied, “Well, pray
for her healing,” which I did my best to do, even though I was still startled that my
After we were done, my friend who was leading the workshop told us what the
ailment was for each person we had prayed for. When he read the number on
my card and said, “this woman has undergoing surgery for a ruptured disk at her
4th lumbar vertebrae,” I nearly fell out of my seat. My scientific mind began
working out how I could have known where the woman’s problem was located. It
didn’t make sense. All I had known was her age and her sex and a number on
the card. My partner didn’t know her ailment so couldn’t have inadvertently
tipped me off.
Not all those in the class had gotten the ailment correct, but a number of us
had. Later we would learn that those who were prayed for actually healed better
than those who had not. You might think this would have made a believer out of
me. It actually scared me to death. I wasn’t ready to expand my mind that far. I
quickly “forgot” the whole thing and my old friend and I drifted apart.
medicine had to offer, mostly drugs, I was referred for acupuncture treatment
since my shoulder was still stiff and painful. By now I was a bit more open to
I knew that the National Center for Complementary and Alternative Medicine
within the National Institutes of Health. As their mission statement says, they are
professionals.
The World Health Organization and the National Institutes of Health (NIH)
conditions and pain. I believed it might help with my shoulder pain, but the
problem was that I was afraid of needles—which may have been part of the
reason I dropped out of medical school. Telling me they were tiny and thin and
needles.
“Actually, there is,” she told me. “It’s called Emotional Freedom Techniques.
I’ve never tried it myself, but I have a patient who swear that it helps.” She gave
arm as far as I could, then a little farther, and to rate the degree of pain and
gave it an 8. It definitely hurt a lot and I couldn’t move the arm easily.
He then had me do a simple affirmation of love and support for myself even
though I was feeling the pain. “So far, so good,” I thought. “Better than having
needles put in me, but this can’t possibly help to ease the pain.” He then guided
were the points in acupuncture where the needles might be placed, and were
energy pathways.
my eyes from one side to another while tapping a particular point on my hand. It
seemed a bit strange, but I followed along. We then did another tapping
sequence. The whole thing took no more than 3 or 4 minutes. I was about ready
to laugh the whole thing off when he asked me to once again move my arm and
To my surprise and utter amazement I was able to move my arm much higher
than before and the pain had dropped from the initial level of 8 to about a 4. We
continued on until the rating got down to a 1 or a 2. I was overjoyed, but sure it
couldn’t last. It took awhile for the pain to go away completely, but after some
worked, but it did. I knew I had to learn more about this “energy” work.
The Promise and the Science of Energy Psychology: Integrating My Two
Worlds.
Pert, Ph.D. which opened my eyes to the ways in which the mind and body are
connected. I knew Pert was a neuroscientist who was part of the team that
addictions. In this book she said, “I’ve come to believe that virtually all illness, if
In other words, this hard-nosed neuroscientist was saying that the mind really
does affect the body, and there was solid research suggesting how it might work.
examine the molecular basis of the emotions, and to begin to understand how
the molecules of our emotions share intimate connections with, and are indeed
inseparable from, our physiology. It is the emotions, I have come to see, that link
that there was a clear, scientific basis for the ways the mind and body were
coming together. The final piece of the puzzle came in the form of another book,
Chang, by David Feinstein, Donna Even, and Gary Craig (Craig is the founder of
published in 2005.
Pert wrote, “The Promise of Energy Psychology is a synthesis of practices
highly specific, and have no side effects.” I was definitely with her on that point.
The book, she notes, “grows out of an earlier highly acclaimed work by a team
bring the new tools of energy psychology to psychotherapists. This book brings
After reading the book and applying the tools both to myself and many clients
I was seeing, I moved from flirtation to convert. Although I have found that
Energy Psychology offers a set of tools that are highly effective for both men and
women, I have found that they are particularly suited to men. I’ve been a
psychotherapist since 1965 and have found that women seem to take to therapy
Men have always been more resistant and suspicious of psychotherapy. Not
so, with Energy Psychology. My male clients, as well as my male friends, use it,
love it, and receive great benefit from it. I hope you will as well.