June 29, 2017

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The woman who would be mapping my brain, Cynthia Kerson, had tanned, toned

arms and long silvery hair worn loose. Her home office featured an elegant

calligraphy sign reading "BREATHE," and also a mug that said "I HAVE THE

PATIENCE OF A SAINT-SAINT C**Y MCF**KOFF."

 

Kerson is a neurotherapist, which means she practices a form of alternative

therapy that involves stimulating brain waves until they reach a specific

frequency. Neurotherapy has a questionable reputation, which its

practitioners sometimes try to counter by putting as many acronyms next to

their names as possible. Kerson comes with a Ph.D., QEEGD, BCN, and BCB.

She's also past president of the Biofeedback Society of California and

teaches at Saybrook University. Even so, somehow it was the tension between

those two pieces of office ephemera that made me instinctively want to trust

her.