I was about to plough through the global politicians’ summary of the IPCC’s sixth report, but then I saw the Australian psychologists’ guidelines for reading it safely.
How you read the IPCC report or climate media reports bears thinking about. It is important to be kind to yourself, and to be in as calm and grounded a state as one can be. Ideally do this with a trusted companion or a group of colleagues. Choose the time of day to read and a pleasant setting, perhaps first walking or meditating in a natural setting. It can be helpful to read slowly, noting your feelings, taking pauses to focus on your breath and checking in with yourself and with others. Try not to take in more than you can digest, and take time out for refreshments.
Their alert includes a twilight pic of a maiden on the end of a jetty, considering a dip pending the planet’s fiery demise. The Melbourne-founded group called Psychology for a Safe Climate provides the warning. I laid the IPCC aside and tucked up in bed with psychotherapist member Dr Sally Gillespie’s Western Sydney University Ph.D. thesis “Mapping Myths, Dreams and Conversations in the Era of Global Warming”.
I found another group spokesperson is Melbourne psychiatrist Charles Le Feuvre, who has written:
In Australia there continues to be Government denial. Our leaders could be seen psychiatrically as deluded and a danger to others and if so certifiable. At worst they can be seen as guilty of crimes against humanity and nature-homicide and ecocide — and indeed in the future they may be found to be …What is the nature of Scott Morrison’s denial?
Le Feuvre, who sees the unfortunate Greta Thunberg as “an incredible role model” and “highly rational”, had his climate motives reinforced by the Wye River (Vic) bushfires: “Our house was completely destroyed apart from a statue of Venus.”
Here’s Sally’s dream on Page 1 of her thesis, a dream that turned her into a climate activist:
It’s the end of the world through climate change. Whole continents are sinking beneath the sea as water levels rise. Millions of people are attempting to cling to the shore, and to their lives, fruitlessly. At one stage I swing in the air clinging to a rope as land masses shift around beneath me. At another stage I cling to the shore line and a poodle swims up into my arms. I steal biscuits for us, and someone says about the poodle “He’s a salesman”.
I know billions must die and only tens of thousands will remain… It’s horrifying. Any possibility of distancing myself from climate change reports collapses through this night vision which awakens such intense feelings of vulnerability, for myself and all others on Earth.
She doesn’t say whether the poodle is a Royal Standard, Standard, Moyen, Toy, Miniature or Tea-Cup, but it’s definitely not a goldendoodle, Labradoodle or Pekapoos. Whichever the peckish paddling poodle might be, I share Dr Sally’s intense identification with all other poodles and peoples on Earth.
The dream crashed through my justifications and denials, insisting that I live fully in the knowledge of the seriousness of climate change” she writes. “I closed my psychotherapy practice of twenty five years to focus on research into psychological responses to climate change and its reports … I start to calm down.
In another dream, Dr Sally is assigned to critique a Doris Lessing novel about climate change. She gets low marks from “a young woman, a smart cultural theorist” who provides comments written on ravioli.
The tantalising image of the ‘ravioli marks’ stayed with me, strangely apt in its sensual interplay of inner and outer, forms and fillings, offering richly-embodied sustenance and meaning.(p39).
She writes that climate denials are not directly comparable to Nazism. Thanks for that, Sally. But she does “observe some mutual resonances in our responses to them”. But Sally has her own “dictatorial fantasies”, writing
When my self-righteousness flares, dictatorial fantasies appeal, eager to impose my version of right thinking and behaviour in an attempt to bolster ego, constrain anxiety and control ‘the other’… I feel all this in my body as a dullness and heaviness–and a thud in my guts, something like uterine cramps with a bit of nausea. It’s hot, I sweat–hot flushes and global warming combined …
When a hot flush creeps up on me as I read yet another report on melting ice caps, I feel overwhelmed by its slow burn along with my anxiety about living in a hotter world, and the powerlessness of my responses to stop either.
To Sally, we denialists are desperately cowering from “unbearable anxiety or loss”, rather than laughing at doom-criers’ 50 years of failed predictions.
She created a seven-member group of mainly excitable women, some 50-plus, to share their own climate-apocalypse dreams – “fellow crew members sailing a vessel of inquiry.” It’s thrilling to discover what makes climate feminists tick. By their second meeting they’re fantasising about surviving “systemic collapse.” They suspect their present core values might alter. For example, “stories of cannibalism are shared”. (p106).
Dr Sally: I wonder what those stories are serving for us at the moment, in teasing us into these questions. Not only the literal question: would I eat someone else or not? [but] what’s the value of human life and culture and society?
If you’re on the plump side and walking up Alexandra Parade, Fitzroy, cross the median strip if Sally’s team’s is coming. You just never know!
She writes in her journal:
This morning I find I have left the iron on for days, while I have been sick–I am horrified and guilty–it’s the emissions that I feel so bad about–more than fear of burning the house down or an expensive electricity bill. This cannot be undone. How to compensate? How to be more responsible, conscious? I decide to put the iron away. I hardly ever use it anyway–a relic from when ironing was a part of daily life, no longer necessary or important. (p139).
But Sally nonetheless does some planet-unfriendly flying:
I tell our group that “I have to confess” that I will be travelling to conferences overseas in a few months. (p144).
Some members contemplated their early demise via what we might deem “Darwin’s Law”.
Veronica leads the way by disclosing that she and her husband have decided they will be ‘suicide people’ in the event of a breakdown of civilisation. (p108).
Veronica recounts her involvement in the assisted suicide of a friend with multiple sclerosis years ago. She says:
because I’ve done that and… I have a spiritual belief in the eternality of the soul… that gives me comfort. So having gone all the way out there to the shit, and said “OK, I’ve got a plan”, it helps me… because however it goes I am going to be OK. And I don’t plan for it, I don’t have any suicide pills… it’s not at all crystallised or real… other than that I have a sense of trust with my husband that we would not be violent.
I can imagine Veronica’s next visit to the pharmacy.
Mary X, BPharm (Hons): Here’s the Ventolin for your inhaler and ointment for your bunionectomy. The allergy-free suicide pills are not yet on the approved list so we’ll be charging you $37.80. Take two before meals and be sure to finish the whole packet.”
Sally’s group melts down over planet-friendly disposal of dead AA batteries. This angst is ‘battery incapacitation’ – no pun intended — and introduces into the ladies’ dreams.
Veronica: I have [dead batteries] hidden in one of my kitchen drawers. One day they will take over my kitchen and I’ll be like ‘Shit! I’ve got to do something!’(p167).
Sara: I am not going to spend hours upon hours thinking about where I should put the batteries. I want things to be easy for me … if I can find an ecological solution to something, fine–but if I can’t, then I have to accept I have to put it into the rubbish bin … because it does my mind in thinking about it.
Lisa announces that she has just had a dream about this very problem:
I didn’t know where to do it. I was surrounded by people. I surreptitiously just did it in a deckchair [laughter]. And it’s about shit. It’s exactly what we are talking about … And I’ve had this dream before … I just couldn’t bring myself to tell [it]. It’s so strong, I couldn’t possibly forget it, and I have to say it now because it’s so appropriate…
Sara immediately feels the connection between this dream and her feelings about dumping her batteries, prompting Lisa to speak about the lack of functioning toilets in her dream, further adding:
I just had to do it … everybody was just going on with their lives … I was just intensely embarrassed and uncomfortable and not knowing what to do … not knowing how to dispose of it without doing something gross … The dream was very visceral animal kind of thing. So when I woke up … my first thought was like I was out of control, and then I thought the way I’m living, we’re all living, is out of control. [Pause] It’s a mess.”
If Sara invites you to lunch, be careful where you sit.
Sally pauses from running her group to dropping in on her local council’s environment meetings.Describing her team as “seven brave souls”, she thinks their “breadth of expertise and interests was a major strength in this research”.
Speaking personally, I found Veronica the most spectacular member, in a car-crash sort of way. She watched the dopey documentary Gasland on television one night and sobbed “huge wailing tears–my parents live right near where fracking is going on, they’re having earthquakes for the first time in recorded history.” (p119).
She and her husband fled to Australia from “their very grief filled time” in the US, “in the hugest bastion of denial”. If she didn’t believe in the eternal soul, “I would be one angry bitch.” (p77).
Rather than coveting Zoloft like some of her peers, she says
climate information [makes] me want to go and crawl in a hole with a bottle of vodka–and a big ice bucket… Our awareness and perception of climate change is already taking a toll on our collective mental health…
Sally writes that Veronica
broke into tears on her way to our meeting when she walked past a cat, explaining “I want a cat, but I don’t want a cat. And that’s climate change in terms of species preservation… I mean the tentacles of this issue are every freaking where!”
Amazingly, Veronica confesses that she used to be a beer lobbyist – “a whore for the beer institute” spinning to play down the risks of foetal alcohol syndrome. (p186).
SARA: But why did you do it?
VERONICA: Because I had a husband to support.
Sara challenges Veronica about her friends’ CO2 seriousness.
SARA: Do they use shampoo?
VERONICA: Actually she uses shavings of a special kind of glycerine soap bar that … you put in a pump jar with water and it emulsifies.
SARA: Wow! I’ve gone through this whole process of trying to find shampoo and conditioner that is gentle to the environment but all that happens to me is that I get rashes so I’ve gone back to the chemical ones … It was really funny because I thought, “Here I am, doing the right thing”.
LINDA: And you ended up with pustules! (p147).
Here’s pen portraits of Sally’s brave souls, starting with Sara, who is upset by natural disasters, including the big Japanese tsunami.
Her eyes fill with tears as she speaks: I’m on this journey. But there is a part of me that just thinks, “Oh my God, Sara!… you are middle-aged and you’ve lost the plot!”(p58).
Linda is an anxiety-riddled community artist making TV-news friendly puppets for climate demos. Her limited troupe of kids are no comfort.
They’re living their lives is that there is no tomorrow. They’ve kind of given up … that breaks my heart … just fills me full of huge sorrow and fury and impotence.
Linda in turn recruited Lisa, “a fellow artist who makes animations in collaboration with climate change scientists.” At Lisa’s home, Sally admires installations of fish tanks with Perspex messaging, and engraved soft-drink bottles “amongst the long grass in her front yard”. The bottles
have thermometers sticking out of their tops like straws – a provocative juxtaposition which links climate change with consumerism, endangered species and rising temperatures… We start our conversation on a chair and sofa, but Lisa is soon on the floor, and I follow, shedding shoes and formalities.(p63).
Lisa is no lightweight: she gained her doctorate in animation about subjective responses to [non-existent] crises in the Antarctic.
Lisa is a dancer who marries her artist’s love of the movement of line with the physical expression of the body. Her great interest lies in the use of gestures and lines to facilitate dialogues between different ways of knowing. Her own ongoing research practice defies easy categorisation.
I’d have to agree with that, but let us return to what Lisa tells Sally
When I first started … someone asked me how I felt about the Antarctic environment … I remember feeling this incredible knot in my gut and my arms flailing, and going “I just don’t know –it’s just all over the place”, whereas I don’t feel that now… I still don’t understand climate change, but it’s sitting easily now.
Sally leaves Lisa’s grass-overgrown territory
buzzing with thoughts and responses to our discussion. Out of the corner of my eye I spy yet another installation just behind the front fence; a fish tank with a plastic shrimp in it and a sign that says “Fishy Leaks.” I burst out laughing. Lisa’s stimulating and quirky perspectives add to the resilience of our group in the discussions ahead.”
Zoe, a community policy-maker, is “heartbroken” over drowning Pacific Islands. Actually, the data from 221 Pacific and Indian Ocean islands show that they’re stable or growing. Like myself, Zoe gets “fire in the belly” from dreams about Nicole Kidman, but with a different slant (p66):
Nicole Kidman [is] sitting at a laptop computer by the edge of a billabong which is filling with rubbishy “consumer goods, and cars, and all of the stuff that is made from petrol.” [Not much stuff is made from petrol but let’s not quibble].
Zoe does not seem to be a Tony Abbott fan:
There’s a tone of voice that he uses that absolutely triggers something in me… like a snake wanting to strike, it’s an instinctive reaction. (p236)
Member Simon (30) got disillusioned on a Climate Camp march against a coal-fired power plant,
The march was right through a small town where most of the people worked at this plant, and so it was very confrontational to them … I just wasn’t sure that was the most productive thing to be doing, to be upsetting people that much.(p70)
Surprisingly, Simon is impressed by climate-sceptics’ science, including links to hundreds of peer-reviewed sceptic papers. He found sceptic science embarrassingly credible, confessing:
Oh OK maybe some of the things that sceptics are saying aren’t completely, completely crazy.
I like Simon!
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It is amazing the breadth of groups out there with positive messages to help us deal with the dumpster fire Leftists have created.
It gives me hope that good will triumph over evil in maybe even my lifetime.
Climate psychology founded upon emotional convictions and not on science or data, has become a major industry.
“Our leaders could be seen psychiatrically as deluded and a danger to others and if so certifiable. At worst they can be seen as guilty of crimes against humanity and nature-homicide and ecocide…”
When someone thinks that *at best* those with whom they disagree about degree of policy are certifiably mad, it is highly likely they are indeed working from emotive commitment. Said leaders are largely implementing green policy, just not as much and as fast as those who fervently believe global catastrophe is imminent, would desire.
All those tears from the neurotic Sally and Co could be having an impact on Co2 emissions and rising sea lievels.
Tony, you’ve done it again. I just don’t know what to say….Are these people real?
“What climate scientists can teach us about dealing with climate change doom”
“”It’s a kind of hopelessness I guess. Helplessness,” says Ross Simpson, 22, from Glasgow. He’s telling me how he and his friends feel about stopping the worst effects of climate change.
The warnings keep coming of more heatwaves, droughts, floods, and global temperatures going up and up and up. Seeing so many negative stories in the news only makes Ross feel worse. Like many, he worries it’s already too late.
“What difference does changing your lifestyle actually make in the grand scheme of things? Why do anything, if we’re all doomed anyway?”
Noor Elmasry, 22, has been having similar conversations with her friends across the Atlantic, in Chicago. “I think a lot of the frustration manifests from seeing people in power just constantly disappoint you,” she says.
Their feelings are shared by young people around the world. In a recent survey, 10,000 young people were asked about climate change. Three quarters said the future of the world was frightening, while more than half said they thought humanity was doomed.
Feelings of fear, shame, guilt, anger and frustration have been given a name: climate anxiety. And it’s on the rise.
So what can you do if you’re worried the planet is doomed? The BBC asked a group of scientists who have been working on climate change for years about what worked for them.”
Yes, I read that article too. The one tip for avoiding climate change doom that they forgot to mention was this:
Try not to be so uncritical in believing absolutely everything you are told. Hold on to the fact that there is nothing — absolutely nothing — that is so beyond reproach that it isn’t worth the effort of verifying. You’ll be surprised what crumbs of comfort can be found down the back of the settee of doom.
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I also read the article. To be more precise, I saw the headline on the BBC site, ignored it, then saw Mark’s excerpt here and thought “Where are the thoughts of the climagte scientists?” So then I read it.
This part stands out, from “Dr Natalie Jones, a specialist in existential risk at the University of Cambridge.”
The blame game, as Alan calls it, leading to incredible anger. Based on a fantasy. Not healthy.
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I have always thought that the notion that oil companies have acted out of a self-interest that lies at the root of our demise is a particularly infantile act of self-delusion. We have all acted out of self-interest but only some of us are prepared to accept this fact. The direction that self-interest takes us is very different now, but whether or not our outlook is any brighter is still an open question.
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When I see quotes like the one from Natalie Jones, I wonder if this is something she really sincerely believes or something she thinks will go down well with a BBC reporter.
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