Facing the Fear of Flying Together: Reconsidering Exposure Therapy

• Beyond Resistance to Exposure Therapy
• Flying with Rick: A Case Study

Beyond Resistance to Exposure Therapy

Exposure therapy for anxiety and related problems gets a bad rap. It is often seen as mechanistic, simplistic, unimaginative, and even cruel. The suggestions that “coaches” or AI could do as good if not a better job with exposure treatment, compared to well-trained therapists, only reinforce these beliefs. This contrasts with the treatment outcome research studies that show it as one of the most effective approaches in psychotherapy.

During my early years of practicing in a CBT-focused clinical psychology program, we were taught and expected to use exposure therapy. Soon, I found that I was not looking forward to the sessions that included exposure, and I abstained from volunteering to take on new clients whose presenting problems indicated that they could benefit from exposure therapy. I viscerally understood why studies have also shown that a majority of therapists, even those who identify as cognitive behavioral, shy away from exposure therapy.

My supervisor was certain that my and my classmates’ feelings were related to what he believed was at the core of the exposure underutilization: Therapists are, by and large, very empathetic people and thus we hate “making” our clients suffer. If we only realized that a compassionate approach sometimes requires short-term pain toward long-term gain, it would lead to an exposure therapy renaissance — or so he believed.

His contention resonated with me. I certainly was concerned when witnessing my teen client’s face turn pale and eyes water while touching the floor, doorknob, and trash can in our clinic bathroom while engaging in exposures for contamination fears. And I deeply felt the anguish of a middle-aged mother trembling as she held a knife and recounted the obsessive fears of hurting her daughter. But very few worthwhile things come easily, without pain attached to them. With my supervisor’s help, I started paying attention to the uncomfortable emotions and physical sensations that were coming up for me during exposures and worked on accepting them in the service of helping my clients.

It was a long journey, but I slowly improved, vowing that the avoidance of my distress was not going to be the reason for the avoidance of exposure therapy. This was my way of bucking the trend — much more pronounced these days — in which therapists lean into validating, complimenting, and colluding with clients’ defenses at the expense of challenging, probing, and having difficult conversations with them. A majority of therapists I know have become very good at accepting clients and being liked by them, but not great at actually helping them change in meaningful ways. But exposure therapy is far from the only approach that can be challenging to do and can lead to heightened distress in the short-term. I would argue these conditions are true for any good therapy.

Another observation my supervisor made was that many therapists were afraid of “pushing clients too far,” potentially leading to crying, hyperventilating, or even decompensating. “First,” he stated impatiently, with a hint of agitation, “no client will decompensate because of heightened anxiety — this fear only mirrors unfounded fears that clients often have, and it needs to be dispelled through psychoeducation.” He then assured us that we would become better at knowing how quickly to go up the exposure hierarchy (constructed at the beginning of treatment to guide exposures) with experience. Over time, he insisted, good therapists get a sense what the optimal dose of exposures is. Like Goldilocks, we learn that it needs to be strong enough to cause significant anxiety, but not too overwhelming to paralyze the client. That was, in his view, the art of exposure therapy.

Over the years, I did become proficient in the practice of exposure therapy, even penning a Washington Post article extolling its virtues. I have witnessed the transformation of people’s lives with the help of imaginal, in-vivo, virtual reality, and interoceptive exposures. And, yet, I have felt that by focusing on doing the exposures, we are missing crucial elements that could help more clients decide to take the leap and keep them engaged until they improve.  

Most people are deeply ambivalent about change, especially the change that requires hard work and invites distress. When some realize that anxiety is contracting or even ruining their life, but they are not sure how to muster the courage to do something about it, internal (and sometimes external) conflicts ensue. Leveraging the therapeutic relationship to work with clients on these conflicts and on finding a way to integrate the parts of themselves pulling them in different directions is at the heart of what I do. In this process, my clients and I have come face-to-face with what it means to be human — to struggle with uncertainty, isolation, death, and the search for meaning. As Irvin Yalom suggested, all our fears emanate from trying to deal with these givens of the human condition.

Flying with Rick: A Case Study

“I don’t think I can get on that plane, I’m sorry,” said my client as we lined up to embark on a flight to Charlotte. He exited the queue and started walking away from the gate. When I saw him slowing down and stopping about 100 feet away, still facing away from me, I gave him a few minutes and then approached.

His face was contorted with fear and apprehension. I was concerned that he felt he needed to fly to be a “good client,” despite multiple discussions we had about him taking the pilot seat in his exposure therapy journey.

“I’m not going to ask you to get on the plane,” I said. “This is your choice.”  

Rick had contacted me a few months before and said he was in his late 20s, suffering from flying phobia. In our initial meeting, I explained how I practice Cognitive Behavior Therapy (CBT) with an existential slant. We discussed what our work might look like, including the exposure therapy part, in which one gradually confronts one’s fears. “So, you’ll fly with me?” asked Rick, with a nervous half-smile. “If need be?”

I hesitated uncharacteristically. Being a nervous flyer myself had never stopped me from visiting my family overseas, traveling, or doing exposure therapy with previous clients. But abstaining from flying during the pandemic had increased my apprehension. Still, how could I expect my clients to face their fears if I was not prepared to do the same? “Of course!” I said, before I could change my mind. I wanted to model the courage that is one of my strongest-held values.

We first explored Rick’s history. He’d been uncomfortable in planes for as long as he could remember. His mother was a very nervous flyer, so Rick’s family rarely flew. When they did, his mom looked petrified and once even dug her nails into his skin during turbulence. So, he came to his flying anxiety by both nature and nurture. As an adult, Rick continued to avoid flying, and the less he did it, the more afraid he became. He still felt tremendous guilt about bailing the night before the flight that was supposed to take him to his best friend’s wedding. 

Then, just before the pandemic, Rick was offered a dream job. Although it required frequent air travel, he decided it was too good a career opportunity to pass up. “I figured this would be exactly the kind of push I needed to get over my fear of flying,” he said. But the pandemic curtailed his new team’s travel, and Rick got few opportunities to fly. Later, when the U.S. reopened, he needed to be ready to fly anytime. He endured a business flight to Colorado with the help of Xanax but felt so miserable before the trip and after the medicine wore off, that he realized he needed to seek therapy.

We started by watching videos depicting a wide variety of flights, including turbulent ones, followed by vividly visualizing flying scenarios. I guided him to engage his imagination, focusing on all aspects of the experience, as if he were in a movie. When the imaginary exposures raised Rick’s anxiety, we practiced “sitting with” the anxious thoughts, feelings, and physical sensations. For example, I asked him to mindfully scan his body to notice where the uncomfortable sensations were showing up. Rick described his throat drying up and chest constricting, and he learned to allow them to be as they are, without judgment or suppression.  

We also practiced observing the stream of anxious thoughts and imagining “placing” them on, for example, leaves in a stream or clouds in the sky — thus letting them continuously come and go. We discussed how this acceptance approach works best in the long run. We also practiced several breathing and muscle-relaxation techniques to be used only occasionally when anxiety becomes paralyzing. I warned Rick against using these “quick fix” techniques habitually, as they could become another kind of counterproductive avoidance. After a few months, Rick said he wanted to try “the real thing.”

At the airport, Rick blurted out, “I really, really want to do this, but I think I’m getting a panic attack!”

“Let’s breathe together like we’ve practiced,” I said. “Inhale for four, hold for four, exhale for eight though the nose…And repeat.”

Soon, Rick appeared more resolute and started heading back toward the gate. As I walked beside him, I felt my own anxiety bubbling up, but I kept a calm demeanor. Just before joining the line of boarding passengers, Rick stopped again. “It’s like I want to go, but some invisible hand is not letting me,” he said.

It seemed like he still was not accepting his ambivalence. How much easier it is for all of us to externalize what we don’t like about ourselves!

“Perhaps the hand is also a part of you,” I said. “There seem to be two parts of you.”  

“Yes, it does feel like that.”

“What is each one saying?”

“One says, ‘You can do this, you’re strong, you’re not going to let the fear boss you around.’ And the other says, ‘You’ll faint or have a stroke if you get on that plane. If the plane doesn’t crash first. This is too much for you to handle!’” he said.

I waited, curious to see what he’d do with these two parts.

Rick asked for reassurance: “But it’s not going to crash, right?”

“Neither of us has a crystal ball,” I said with a slight smile, because Rick had been emphatic about his disdain for anything superstitious or new-agey.

He smiled back before his face turned solemn.

“I see more emotions coming up for you,” I said.

“A lot of irritation. Frustration with myself that I can’t be the person I want to be, that I am torn between these parts.”

“Is either part helping you expand or contract? Makes you larger or shrinks your world?”

“The first one makes me larger, but how do I make that one win?”

“It’s not about winning or losing. Only you know which one you’ll choose to listen to,” I said softly.

“I’m choosing to listen to the brave Rick, but the other part is still there…” his voice trailed off.

“That anxious Rick might always be a part of you. Can we just take him along for the ride?”  

The gate attendant announced the last call for passengers heading to Charlotte. My stomach began to ache. We might never get on this flight, I thought with mixed feelings. A part of me felt disappointed with my ineffectiveness as a therapist. And another part was relieved that I might be spared flying today. It was then that I decided that self-disclosure might be helpful to get us past this impasse — after all, we were in this together.

“The truth is, I’m not a fan of flying either, especially after a long hiatus. I haven’t flown since the pandemic began, and my hands are sweating.” I turned my palms around for him to see. “But I don’t want to look back on my life with regret for not taking a chance, the regret that I so often hear from my elderly clients.”

Encouraged by the look of grateful surprise that flashed across Rick’s face, I continued. “Imagine sitting with your grandkids on your 80th birthday. What would you like to tell them about how you approached this short and precious life?”

Rick’s eyes brimmed with tears. He rushed toward the attendant, but quickly turned around. “You’re coming?” he asked.

I followed him swiftly, letting my legs carry me and my anxiety. I was thankful he led us to the plane.

Once in the air, Rick was surprised that he was not as anxious as he thought he’d be. “Anticipatory anxiety is always the worst,” I said. When the plane started to shake and both of us noticed our anxiety rising, we practiced the acceptance strategies. The majority of the flight was smooth, and each of us enjoyed a soda and flipped through a magazine. On our descent, the plane shook slightly and moved from side to side as we went through a thick layer of stormy clouds. Rick’s face turned pale and he murmured, “What now?”

“You know what to do,” I said.   

Rick led us though some breathing exercises, and as his body relaxed a bit, he joked pointing out the window: “I am working hard to put my catastrophic thoughts onto these dark clouds!”

When we touched down, Rick turned toward me and mouthed, “Thank you.”

Now it was my turn to tear up. “Thank you. It was my honor to join you on this journey,” I said. 

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I was grateful that we were able to find strength in vulnerability and face the fear together. When we own all parts of ourselves, we can come to terms with the existential givens in unison. Approaching each therapeutic encounter as an opportunity to delve into the fundamental challenges of human existence, we enable our clients to grow stronger in the face of life’s uncertainties. Rather than offering them absolute solutions aimed at minimizing their anxiety, we can join them in embracing the existential realities, along with the unease these bring. And confronting the core realities of our existence is essential for leading rich and purposeful lives.  

Exposure therapy is not about conquering anxiety but about finding a way to live authentically despite it. Instead of being technocratic cheerleaders, therapists using exposure have an opportunity to accompany clients on some of the scariest and most profound literal or figurative quests of their lives and witness the transformation that happens when we stop avoiding what matters.

“Have you decided how you’re coming back to D.C.?” I asked Rick as we exited the plane.

“I’m going to fly by myself!” he said with a smile. “And bring nervous Rick along.”  

Questions for thought and discussion

What were your impressions about this therapist’s approach to exposure therapy?

In what way or ways do you think the client benefited from her intervention?

In what ways have you found exposure therapy to be useful in your practice? Not useful?  

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