The author reports an account of the method of self-therapy that he haltingly evolved over the years when faced with sensory disabilities. It presents a personal account of the tortuous routes in the evolution of this method and his confrontation with religion, work, self, middle age, death, others, marriage, and image of old age. The self-therapy involves an analysis of false assumptions and the construction of useful ones, meditation on simple statements distilled from the useful assumptions, and an awareness of dreams. It is written for psychotherapists, people undergoing or planning to undergo self-therapy, and people who are interested in how another person (a middle-aged psychologist) confronts life. (Author)