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It
is no coincidence that Plato, who often made use of
the medical metaphor in his dialogues, described
Socrates as the "doctor of souls." Like the gadfly
of Athens, the abiding concern is with the neglect
of the spirit in contemporary psychiatric practice,
but practitioners must try to avoid his fate.
I
do not know how to convey to readers the experience
of mental suffering. Perhaps no one can really do
so. I believe that it was Freud in one of his great
essays who distinguished between mere "mourning"
and "melancholia" by suggesting that "with
melancholia, the shadow of the object of loss falls
accross the ego." Loss is certainly a word that
comes to mind when I recall my own bout with mental
illness. Despair, hopelessness, exquisite agony,
paralyzing suffering are all words that come to
mind too. In my case the experience resulted in the
loss of my profession and social standing, in the
loss of many friendships, and of lots of money too
as well as of a life that I had struggled to build
over decades. I am now left to cope with the
stereotypes and stigma and incomprehension of
people. Yet I think of myself as a fortunate
survivor, for I know that I came close to ending my
life and that many others in similar circumstances
have actually done so. Paradoxically, the greatest
obstacle to my recovery was posed by the so-called
mental health professionals whose job it was to
help me. Moreover, this obstacle largely consisted
in a set of assumptions about my suffering as an
"illness," something external to me, and myself as
"sick" and therefore to be cured "externally" also
-- whether through medication or other "treatment"
provided from above, as it were, by an
"expert."
But
the feeling of a patient in extremis under such
treatment is of being reduced to the condition of a
frog in a laboratory that is about to be dissected
by people in white coats, who seemingly haven't got
a clue about what is wrong, but are going to find
out "for my own good." This is a phrase one hears a
lot from mental health "experts": "This is for your
own good." Often this judgment is arrived at
without consulting the "patient." "The patient"
(one no longer has a name) is objectified, reduced
to a set of categories and labels to be found in
textbooks, described and referred to in a hideous
jargon, often while one is in the room, turned into
a topic for conversation and what Foucault might
have called, "normalization." One is ignored as the
experts consult among themselves. One's opinion
does not matter. One doesn't know because one is
not wearing a white coat.
All
of this is terribly wrong. In my slow return to
what passes for sanity and normal life, in my
gradual so-called recovery, I began to improve only
when I ignored the advice of experts. I returned to
my own sources of strength in the books of the
thinkers I most respected: Schopenhauer and
Nietzsche, Freud and Jung, Tolstoy and Mann, Kafka
and Proust and Shakespeare, Sartre and Laing. Most
especially, R.D. Laing -- whose genius was a source
of boundless solace and comfort. There is simply no
other writer who has so perfectly understood the
experience of madness, of acute mental suffering,
of the all-pervading sense of "ontological
insecurity" in the midst of a schizophrenic
break.
In The Divided Self Laing states:
The
words of the current technical vocabulary either
refer to man in isolation from the other and the
world, that is, an entity not essentially
in relation to the other and in a world, or they
refer to falsely substantialized aspects of this
isolated entity. Such words are: mind and body,
psyche and soma, psychological and physical,
personality, the self, the organism. All these
terms are abstracta. Instead of the original
bond of I and You, we take a
single man in isolation and conceptualize his
various aspects into the "ego," the "superego,"
and the "id." The other becomes either an
internal or external object or fusion of both.
How can we speak in any way adequately of the
relationship between me and you in terms of the
interaction of one mental apparatus with
another? How, even, can one say what it means to
hide something from oneself or to deceive
oneself in terms of barriers between one part of
a mental apparatus and another? This difficulty
faces not only Freudian metapsychology but
equally any theory that begins with man or a
part of man abstracted from his relation with
the other in this world.1
What
Laing understood better than anyone is the degree
to which such pathologies are, if not produced by
societies and social settings today, at least
encouraged and reinforced and worsened by them,
that the conditions of contemporary life are
themselves quite mad in many ways -- in terms of
how they warp and deform the spiritual aspects of
persons. Better than anyone, he knew that madness
is the product of adjustment to insane
circumstances. Commenting on Laing's later work,
Professor Daniel Burston in The Crucible of
Experience notes that:
For
Laing, the "normal" person in contemporary
society enjoys a state of "pseudo-sanity" that
forsters the atrophy of critical thinking,
precludes the possibility of genuine
transcendence, and promotes violence through the
demonization of those who do not belong to one's
own reference group. Accordingly, he now said
that true sanity is not predicated on the
ability to shed one's false self intermittently,
as circumstances allow, but radically and
completely, until the false self or ego "dies"
or is transcended in a spiritual
katabasis that takes one "inward" and
"downward," rather than "up" and "outward." ...
One can pursue this goal deliberately, through
spiritual disciplines, or be thrust
involuntarily on this descent into an "inner
space" in a process that, if properly
facilitated, results in a rebirth and
reintegration of the
personality.2
The
very worst thing that any therapist can do is to
interrupt or distort or obstruct the completion of
this journey on the part of one who has it thrust
upon him; and yet, this is exactly what most
contemporary therapists try to do with medication
and other interventions, often out of sheer
ignorance. I was astounded to discover that
psychiatrists entrusted with the care of others had
never heard of such major thinkers as Kierkegaard
and often knew writers such as Laing or Adler or
Jung less well than I did. No therapist I ever
spoke to knew my first language or the history and
culture of the land of my birth or bothered to
learn these things nor, for that matter, much about
me; rather, the goal was to find a way to label me
and dispose of me. This is not an unusual
experience for "patients." If Wordsworth is right
that "the child is father to the man," then
children who experience and are scarred by wars and
revolutions, by hunger and poverty, by forced
emigration, by paternal deprivation, may well find
themselves in the midst of an existential crisis in
their late thirties from which a forced
interruption can be disastrous.
My plea to therapists everywhere is for greater
humanity and not just technical competence, for
understanding in the hermeneutic sense, rather than
an attempt at knowledge in the scientific sense of
all symptoms and causes and treatments of mental
illness. The afflicted hope for a Buberian "I and
Thou" sort of therapeutic encounter with a person
who is a physician/therapist, rather than a
prescription and a bored request from an expert for
a "phone call in the morning." The suffering human
being wants that humanity to be uppermost in the
therapist's mind, he or she wishes to retain some
dignity and to be an equal participant in
discussions about his or her plight, one whose
contributions are valued. Laing's sadly neglected
work rightly counsels therapists to avoid an
excessive focus on "correcting" or "curing"
behavior and to recognize the equal (or greater)
importance of understanding experience, especially
the experience of the schizophrenic break, and of
allowing themselves to feel compassion and
empathy.
In a time of war and displaced persons, of
confusion and suffering, Laing understood that, to
some degree, we are all displaced persons and we
are all confused and suffering -- only some of us
more so than others.
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