Faced with the challenges presented by middle age, numerous people crash and burn. But is there a different way?

As a well-adjusted middle-aged mortal, I like to define myself by the things I dont have. I dont have a scarlet Lamborghini or a conspicuous tattoo or a 22 -year-old girlfriend to jumpstart my libido. Nor do I possess a fondnes for extreme boasts or expensive psychotherapy. Midway through my fifth decade, Ive avoided the obvious perils and suppose Im coping pretty well, which is why I am on my course examined the male midlife crisis with the healer Andrew G Marshall, who has written a book on the subject. Its a chore that requires a refrigerate and dispassionate gaze. We will be like two physicians, I choose, objectively diagnosing the problems of others.

Inside his therapy room, Marshall targets me to an armchair and slouches to pour out some liquid. First marks could hardly be more reassuring: Marshall is a soothing, sober boy in colorful invests. He asks about my background and my health, moving from my childhood to my present circumstances. I greeting as honestly as I can, still confident Ill be given the all-clear. I tell him I sailed past my 40 th birthday with no problem at all. After that, admittedly, there was a difficult sorcery, one that lasted perhaps four years. I list all the things that happened. I tell him that my tie-in broke down and I moved out of my home. I tell him our friend croaked unexpectedly, which hurled me for a curve. I mention that my father descended ill. Oh, and that I also got married. I tell him that I then had a second child to create alongside my 11 -year-old daughter from the previous affair. I tell him I quit my job and quit London, and that we now live out west. I tell him I think thats about it, although there might be some trash Ive forgotten. But by now Im out of breath, shake. Recited as a directory, those past four years sound positively existential.

Marshall jots mentions in his pad. He requests who I turned to for help during this difficult period. I tell him I didnt really turning now to anybody: I went through the worst parts alone. Why would I want to have people insuring me as a mess?

Its quite interesting, he says. You belonging to what we nowadays call the metropolitan elite. Most of my purchasers, by your age, have had at least three therapists. Whereas you went through this incredible period and is not merely did you not attempt professional assistant, you actually detached yourself from your friends.

I nod dutifully, and yet something he said has already stuck in my craw. I dont consider myself part of the metropolitan society, and Im disturbed that he would blithely stay me in that chest. Nor, for that are important, am I convinced Ive had a midlife crisis, despite the bald-headed evidence of those torrid four years. But thats the nature of cliche. We may picture ourself as one thing, unique and specific; the world learns us as another as a social demographic or a cluster of symptoms.

Marshalls personal interests is based on both personal and professional suffer. His partner died when he was in his late 30 s and this pitched him into what he describes as the bleakest period of my life. Meanwhile, all over, his patients were steering a similar adjust of hurdles. The Office for National Statistics reports that 40- to 59 -year-olds are the most anxious age group. Marshall believes this anxiety is sparked by a sudden awareness of mortality and a fear of default; the nagging, nightmarish sense that we will never fulfil our true potential.

No you are willing to own up to a midlife crisis: the condition is redolent of too many bad jokes. On setting out to write his new book, Marshall even deliberated before putting the term in the designation, concerned that the mere mention might intimidate readers away. Ultimately, he opted for a clevernes disguise, referencing the condition while disclaiming its existence. The work is announced Its Not A Midlife Crisis, Its An Opportunity, subhead: How To Be Forty- Or Fifty-Something Without Exiting Off The Rails.

Marshall has ensure many fatalities in his time people who, when faced with the challenges presented by middle age, swiftly disintegrate and flame. A slew of beings flunk the test, he says. They anaesthetise themselves with sip, generally. Or with computer games, or porn. Or with handiwork. And if you dont answer the questions, you are bitternes, closed off and cynical.

I start to wonder whether I flunked the test. Marshall certainly seems to think I was guilty of shutting myself off. He says, Im getting a very strong content that youre not allowed to be susceptible. That you need to be loved, hitherto, when circumstances get difficult, you withdraw from everybody. Its a strange dichotomy. Because on the one mitt youre an open book in a rather restrained method, in that youre a writer and therefore in charge of the words. But the rest of you is completely closed.

I dont speculate I was completely closed, I say. I precisely didnt want people to see me in disarray.

Im sorry, he says firmly, but thats completely closed. You exclusively missed parties to read the mask.

OK, I say. Fine.

And yet, actually, its not fine: his whole proposition is bullshit. Ogle at us here. Gaze at what we are doing. Almost shouting, I say, Its a ludicrous occasion, you saying Im closed. Im going to write this murderou conference up for everybody to read.

Marshall smiles, unperturbed. Yes, well, he says. Often in the second half of our lives, we have to do all of the things we didnt do in the first.


The term midlife crisis was coined in 1965 by the Canadian psychologist Elliott Jaques. Marshall believes the label has now outlived its usefulness. He prefers to call it the midlife moving. Approached in the right flavor, he says, this is a chance to engage with the great question: who am I? What are my costs? What yields my life mean? You can meet your true-blue soul. You can become your own person.

Marshall has bequeathed exercises to smooth our change. He describes a simple weighing meditation to reduce anxiety, explains how to register your sorrows, and the events that trigger them. He also invites us to chart the high-priceds and lows of our lives on a graph, moving from infancy through to middle age. I try this last one myself. The boundary leaps and dips with abandon. It attains “peoples lives” was like a series of cardiac arrests.

The way Marshall tells it, there are three obvious routes through the midlife piece. Fail the challenge, and you sustain what he describes as an L-shaped life, whatever it is you plummet to Earth and then basically flatline until death. Pass the test, and you triumph the U-shaped life: a glorious upswing, a brilliant late bloom. Then there is the third option, the joker in the pack, the switchback journey of the W-shaped life. This occurs when you reach for the quick-fix mixture( the thrilling affair, the scarlet Lamborghini ), or what Marshall calls the myth of the great other. The impression can be instant, galvanic. But its an artificial high-flown, a dead feline jump that guides merely to more heartache.

Naturally, this does me wonder about my own events. The whirlwind has passed; I have a new life in a brand-new metropoli. My daylights are a whirl of nappy changes and country rambles, augmented with stranges and sods of semi-regular task. Im pretty sure its not an L-shaped life. But is it a W or is it a U?

Out of the blue, I find myself telling Marshall about a humanity mentioned Miroslav Novotny. I think hes initially from the Czech Republic; he speaks rudimentary English. I envision Miroslav Novotny as something out of an Edward Hopper cover, a study in metropolitan loneliness. He wears his trousers too high on his waist. He uses too much fuzz tonic, smokes deduction cigarettes. I explain that my partner and I bequeathed video games we were able to play when driving the outskirts of south London, in which we work out where Novotny would most like to live. So we place him in that impersonal blockage of apartments out by the A20, or gobbling egg and chippings inside some sad greasy spoon. Novotny, of course, does not exist we became him up yet the uncomfortable truth is that hes the alternative me. He questions nothing of anyone and generates good-for-nothing in return.

All at once, I can see it clearly. If I had taken a different itinerary out of all this, Id be Miroslav Novotny, I say. And Im glad Im not. But theres a certain solace in being Miroslav Novotny.

Marshall gestures. He says, Life is small but its safe. And I gesture back in relief, because thats it exactly.

Did I have a midlife crisis, I expect Marshall.

Yes, you did. He adds that it is not always advisable to hurl absolutely everything in the air, as I seem to have done. But thats by the by. Stable opening, horse bolted. You have been through it and navigated it and have had a reasonably soft landing.

He asks if I have any further questions. So I ask whether he discovers the midlife crisis as a peculiarly first-world problem, a kind of indulgence accessory afforded to those with too much hour on their hands. Im not sure you have one if youre under besiege in Aleppo.

Marshall has his disbeliefs. Its not a case of having too much period on your hands, he insists. It comes with a great mallet and collisions you over the heading. So I think its something intrinsic in human. The first world-third world preeminence is the wrong idea.

My second question is more personal: I ask if he believes its possible to be both horribly anxious and basically glad, because thats how Ive been feeling for the past time or so.

Yes, I think you can, he answers. But if we were to continue working together, the nervousnes is something we are able to looking at. I think that feeling and anger could be the themes for you.

He is keen to accent the positive, though. It seems to me like you have wholly transformed their own lives. Youve run from closed to open. From undertaking focused to lineage focused. From self-sufficient to more associated. From the small nature of

Miroslav Novotny.

From the small nature of Miroslav Novotny to the larger macrocosm of family and children and a new city. But the feeling is something I would be working on. Anxiety and depression are like brother and sister.

I walk back to the tube in something of a startle. I feel as though Ive invested the past 90 hours being dangled upside down by the ankles, watching all the detritus falling from my pockets. Some of this jumble was harmless ephemera, but other fragments were jagged and rusted. Some were foul-smelling, some smeared with dried blood. With them travelled, I feel lighter.


One month afterward, I assemble Marshall again, this time in a bookshop above a cafe. Its late August, and the healer is on holiday. Hes bare-kneed in sunburn shorts, with a natty straw hat perched on his pink scalp, a imitation of Graham Swifts Waterland parked in the robber of one arm. Envisioning him here is slightly mortifying, like bumping into a teacher away from school.

He asks how Ive been and I assure him Im fine. I tell him, in fact, that Ive been suspiciously fine. Ive started to wonder whether the session itself was a kind of quick fix. I fret I covered myself in very positive a light-footed; I annoy he moved too quickly to endorse my depiction. This would normally be about a six-month process. We went through it in about 90 instants flat.

Well, yes, Marshall agrees. Its not the most effective ways of doing it, so you have to be careful. I signify, if I had been aware of some really horrible substance, I would have skated over it, because I dont want to open up that can of worms. If we witnessed there was a total gondola crash in the wings, I might well have acknowledged it but I wouldnt move up and peer through the window.

But, gladly, there wasnt. And although there were, I had the gumption youd come through it relatively unscathed.

I feel Ive prepared quietnes with my crisis, but what comes next? I want to know what other overcomes Im going to face in my 50 s, to steer clear of more difficulty, if I can.

But the therapist grinnings. Hes in holiday mode. What comes next? Well, incredible times. If youve done the work of the middle legislation, then youre in a the best region, the sunny uplands of life. The next question “isnt that what” gives your life intend, but what gives meaning to everyones life. Its a more spiritual research: the soul versus the infinite. Another grinning. Im not even sure whether therapy is the right place to answer those questions. You may need to roll up your sleeves and is now going do it yourself.

The house where I now live is perched high on a mound, a steep 15 -minute climb from the very near set depot. I try to making such journey on foot as often as I can( if Im losing my whisker, I figure I can at least shed some load along with it ). Sometimes I wonder how I must look to the motorists driving by. A sweaty, middle-aged mortal with a red face and bad posture, sometimes pushing hard at a buggy for added slapstick importance. The human is a wreck. Every steps an agony. But near the top of the hill, the road sways out from the darkness. The city drops away and the range is interminable. And this, I end, is my favourite part of the outing. One might almost be penetrating the sunny uplands of life, approaching a home that feels very nearly like home.

Its Not A Midlife Crisis, Its An Opportunity is published by Marshall Method Publishing at 12.99.


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