During her 50 years as a psychologist, Pam has studied and practiced hypnosis in order to help people with their problems. Her work and research into the fascinating area of self-hypnosis has resulted in an important technique for promoting personal change.


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About Pamela Young

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.

Post 16: Anecdotes and Apocrypha (2). Ross Gittens and Me (Pt.4)

Ross nominated Paul Keating and I think John Howard as the other two best Treasurers, Keating for floating the dollar and Howard for not letting the banks loan money to people who had no chance of paying. That was what the rest of the world did, particularly the United States of America, bringing about the

Post 15: Anecdotes and Apocrypha (2) – Ross Gittens and Me (Pt. 3)

Ross's speech was humorous and very well received. He has certainly come out of himself since his more reserved U.T.,S. days. He has always been extremely even-handed politically, but writing even-handedly for the Sydney Morning Herald marks him as more left than right-leaning. He began by saying how nice it was to be in a

Post 14: Anecdotes and Apocrypha(2) – Ross Gittens and Me Pt. 2

At some stage during the morning Ross appeared in the doorway, one of what I call my three magenta moments at U.T.,S. That is, his face colour was somewhere between scarlet and purple. Accusatory words like censorship, attack on freedom of the press, poured out of his outraged mouth. He fumed and gesticulated, but it

Post 13: Anecdotes and Apocrypha (2): Ross Gittens and Me

This is yarn No. 2 after A Night to Remember: U.T.,S. Student Services Unit was originally located in the old Anthony Hordern's building, Brickfield Hill, where World Square is today. The building was broken down, rat-infested and a fire hazard. People had previously died there in fires, either by jumping out of windows or from

Post 12: Experiments of Other People from My Self Hypnosis

I have other stories about my self-hypnosis experiments: the wisdom tooth extractions and the recordings aimed at improving my net game in tennis. But I thought I would digress and tell you other people's stories. One of the funniest is about a student I saw who was very distressed about some aspect of his sexuality/sexual

Post 11: Experiments on Myself with Self-hypnosis (2)

Sorry folks, been a while. Computer wouldn't allow me to enter my own website. I affectionately call it Hal, and it reminds me of a horse I used to ride when I was young: as soon as I mounted it would walk under the bough of a tree just high enough above the saddle to

Post 10: Experiments on Myself with Self Hypnosis

I decided to allow the first Anecdote to sink in, and to regale you with the self hypnosis experiments I carried out on myself. The first one, of course, was the Smoking Cessation recording. You will recall that I hypnotised the current editor of the U.T.,S. student newspaper Newswit, and because the tape fouled up

Post 9: A Night to Remember (cont. v)

Recalling the "Wind in the Willows" and "The Odyssey" I was fascinated by the Stoats and Weasels who invaded Toad Hall in Toad's absence, and the 108 Suitors who pursued Penelope until the return of Odysseus after 20 years absence (10 of them fighting the Trojan Wars and the 10 years it took to make

Post 8. A Night to Remember (cont. iv)

Yes indeed, what words came out that had such a magical effect? Something apt from "The Merchant of Venice"? I can't quite see them being inspired by Shylock's speech pinning Antonio down to donating a pound of his flesh. I still remember quite a bit of the Rubaiyat: "Come, fill the Cup, and in the

Post 7. A Night to Remember (cont. iii)

They were very respectful and apologetic, returning my handbag, which they had purloined. They gave me the impression that Robbie had assured them I would be a willing participant in their plans. I was a virgin, for goodness sake! Methinks Robbie saw a quick escalation to Queen Bee if I disappeared. If events had gone