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.

Post No. 27: Giving up Smoking (moi) Pt. 2

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Post No. 27: Giving up Smoking (moi) Pt. 2

When I took up smoking again after Dad’s stroke and death (I was 45) I continued to smoke for another 7 years. I had a wonderful bloke. He was the sort of person who didn’t try to change me so he said nothing about me smoking. I knew he hated it though.

He died of a sudden heart attack aged 52 and I was heartbroken. There was nothing I could do for him now that he was dead, but I could give up smoking in some sort of post-mortem deference to him.

And I listened to my recording, and it worked again. Phew!

Now I am 82 and not once since then have I been tempted, interested or anything except sickened by a cigarette and its smell, particularly those butts jammed in ashtrays. So I am still a thorn in the side of any smoker who comes across my path.

I recently visited the Maldives. It was truly Paradise. BUT the little house was right on the beach with our beach chairs on the sand outside and the sea 20 feet away. Between our deckchairs and the beach there were many smokers on the rows of chairs between us and the beach. I couldn’t lie on our deckchairs because the smoke drifted from the smokers to be trapped in with us. I couldn’t cough, glare or ask them to stop because there were too many of them and they had a perfect right to be smoking. I was stymied.

I either stayed in the house with the doors firmly shut or swam in the sea, no idyllic lying under a beach umbrella and reading. Such is life!

But it shows that Australia is not in sync with much of the rest of the world in recognising the dangers of cigarette smoking. Many of the others either know or don’t, and if they know they don’t care.

In China, for example, it seems to me nearly everyone chain-smokes!

About the Author:

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.