ABSTRACT
Six-year-old Meg was a born storyteller herself, and the way in which her story was created was somewhat different. Unlike Michael, she had no problems with language and she was very free in her play. So it was possible to draw her in as co-narrator from time to time. She had been referred by her mother, who was worried to find her outgoing little daughter’s moods swinging between depression and uncharacteristic bursts of anger and defiance. Meg’s mother, Sally, noticed this happened after access visits to her father. The therapeutic story that sprang into our second session was, in one sense, not planned. There was no time to check it with her mother, since it came into being as we worked, and was a direct response to some withdrawn behaviour from Meg. But, in another sense, it was planned. I had already given her situation a good deal of thought, attempting to imagine my way into it.
