A psychologist who works the way you'd hope a mate would talk.

I came to this work the long way around. A decade of corporate life, a marriage that came apart and was put back together more honestly, two kids, and a slow realisation that the most useful conversations of my adult life had all been with a good therapist.

I retrained in my early thirties. Since then I've worked in community mental health, hospital settings, and now in private practice — almost exclusively with men.

The men I work with are mostly in their thirties to fifties. Trades, professionals, dads, husbands, partners, sons. Some are unravelling quietly. Some are in real trouble. Most are just somewhere in the middle — competent in their lives, doing well by most measures, and aware that something isn't quite right.

What I actually do.

I sit with people. I ask questions you might not have been asked before, and I listen carefully to the answers. I draw on whatever the evidence base supports — CBT, ACT, schema therapy, EMDR for trauma — but I don't lead with the acronyms. Therapy works because of the relationship and the honest looking; the techniques are how we make that go somewhere.

I work in a way that respects the time you're giving up to be there. We don't waste sessions. We're trying to get you somewhere useful.

Outside the room.

I live in Brisbane with my partner and our two kids. I run badly, surf worse, and read a lot. I'm a Lions supporter, for my sins. I do my own therapy, because I think it's a fairly basic requirement of the job.