24/10/2025
I write every month about one of my many encounters with remarkable people who are seeking help, whether for weight control, or smoking, anxiety, stress, phobias, depression and fears to name just a few.
This month I’m going to write a little about myself, and how I came to be a hypnotherapist. I was born and brought up in Berlin, by my father, a British diplomat and my mother, a beautiful and lively French woman. I met my husband, who was in the British army, in Berlin and moved to the UK when I was 20.
We went to university, but what to do after? I had been an English language teacher in Berlin, so we decided, without having a clue, to start an English language school in York, first taking a postgrad degree at London University.
It was in York that I gave up smoking. I was a heavy smoker and I saw an ad which persuaded me that I could indeed quit. So I went to see a hypnotherapist. I had no idea what she was doing - suffice to say I have never wanted a cigarette since that day.
After ten years, enough was enough. York was becoming too crowded for us, so we came to Blenheim with our three young children. We immediately loved it. Again, without a clue, I started a riding-stables, just brilliant for the kids, It was a wonderful way to integrate into the community.
Hugh, my husband, partnered with a French company to start a company making essential oils and then fruit brandy and liqueurs. Our French partner almost immediately went into receivership leaving us with huge financial problems. I joined Hugh three years later in the business. It was not an easy ride. Yet again, we had to call on our mental reserves as we lurched from crisis to crisis.
Eventually, Hugh became very ill, and we sold the company to our partner. But now what?
I had always had in the back of my mind the idea of hypnotherapy. I put in months of research, became qualified as an advanced clinical hypnotherapist, and set up my clinic.
The point of this article is to illustrate that, despite awful financial and emotional set-backs, we somehow managed to find a second… then a third.. then a tenth new wind, and, changing direction, started again. There are times when I reached the depths of darkness, but somehow found the strength to pull myself up. I have felt at first hand that horrible sinking feeling of anxiety, the misery of failure and inadequacy, and the fear of losing everything we had ever worked for.
But I am lucky. Things have turned out well in the end. And that is how I seek to help my clients – by instilling in their sub-conscious mind the realisation that there really is light at the end of every tunnel.
I write every month about one of my many encounters with remarkable people who are seeking help, whether for weight control, or smoking, anxiety, stress, phobias, depression and fears to name just a few. This month I’m going to write a little about myself, and how I came to be a hypnotherapist. I ...