Category Archives: mental health

Darkness and Poor Choices

Life is incredible difficult at times. And then, at the end we die. It certainly must have been easier before we developed consciousness, the “knowledge of good and evil”. But, we can’t go back. As Sartre noted, there is “No Exit.”

Most of us cope adequately at least. But there are so many who do not have the resources to cope and life just beats the hell out of them. I know a few who fall into this category and they struggle even though they have so much going for them. Auden likened them unto the “toy of some great pain.” It is as if some darkness has enthralled them and will not let them go and it has nothing to do with intelligence, or will power, or moral integrity.

People in the grip of this pain often despair completely and make horrible choices, some of which we read about in the head lines. Others lead “lives of quiet desperation.” We must always remember that:

The Void desires to have you for its creature,
A doll through whom It may ventriloquise
Its vast resentment as your very own,
Because Negation has nor form nor feature,
And all Its lust to power is impotent
Unless the actual It hates consent.
(W. H. Auden)

Family Dysfunction and Sin

A wit noted years ago, when systems theory was in the vanguard in clinical culture, that “families are to be from.” He was addressing the need of “cutting the cord” from the family of origin which has been an issue from eons past in our history. And I don’t think we ever do it perfectly but most of us accomplish the task to some degree. In my clinical work, however, I often came across gross examples of family dysfunction where the “cutting” of that cord was difficult to impossible and the problem was often multi-generational.

T. S. Eliot wrote a very interesting play that is relevant to this issue, “The Family Reunion.” Eliot’s lead character, Harry, is deeply enmeshed with his family of origin, especially his mother…of course…and the play is about his emotional anguish as he sought to free himself from familial bondage. He also used the concept of sin to describe the emotional baggage that families breed and perpetuate, identifying it as “instinctual energy.”

He declared that “sin may strain and struggle in its dark instinctual birth to come to consciousness and find expurgation.” He noted that one basic prerequisite for this expurgation to take place is for the struggle to be made conscious, to find the light of day. He suggested that often a particular individual in a family will be the “consciousness of your unhappy family” and described it as a “bird sent flying through the purgatorial fire.”

Just as with individuals, no family is perfect. Families are always flawed as they are comprised of flawed individuals. And, as system theory teaches us, the family usually appears quite devoted to perpetuating the “flaw.” It is our task as adults to wrestle with the “demons” that have been dealt us, to seek “expurgation”, and try to not pass our particular allotment of poison on to those around us.

Why I blog

When I started blogging 6-7 months ago I posted about why I was doing so. I explained that I was following the Shakespearean advice to “unpack my heart with words” and also noted a verse from Job where a character reported, “My belly is full of words, like a taut wine-skin, about to burst.” Since then I have continued to find this process very cathartic and a very important element in my spiritual life. T. S. Eliot advised us to “offer our deeds to oblivion” and I think of this daily posting as one little deed that I toss out into that black hole each day, not having any idea where it is going and if it will be heard and even if it is heard whether it will matter. That is very freeing.

I want to share similar ruminations from another blogger that I recently met. Though his name and his picture mean that our back grounds are dissimilar…he did not grow up as an Arkansas honky redneck…his experiences are similar. And he has found blogging to be meaningful in ways that I have. (Now, I can only “copy-and-paste” his blog as I’m not smart enough to import a link to his blog.)

 

 

The following is from: http://santuonline.wordpress.com/
The question is quite old. It has been asked and answered by millions. Mostly the answers are quite same. But flavors are different. After all everyone is unique. Here is mine..
I was an introvert. Most of the time I used to swim in my own mind. I always felt like people were always out there to get me, humiliate me in public. I was a hell of shy kid. Apart from that I am very curious person. I like to to try out everything at least once. So, when I heard about the bloggers meet in my college, I thought of giving it a try. Watching my best friend Indrajit going around flaunting a new “BCET Bloggers” badge, I decided to have a blog of my own.
I first started one on blogger.com . It was a complete disaster. Then I came to WordPress. Another two disasters were born. I don’t even remember their names. Then came SantuOnline at last. It never had any visits or likes, because I didn’t know then about the resource called “tag“. It was September last year, that I discovered tags and my number of visits and likes grew. I got a handsome number of followers too.
I still didn’t know why I was into blogging? It was like beer. Bitter to taste, but drinking feels good. (just an example, I don’t drink ) At first, I used to search for different tags and related posts. I used to like all the pages I visited. I just knew the more I “like”-d the more visits I would get. It was a sort of race against time. I didn’t have much time everyday, but tried to do as many as possible “likes”.
Slowly, I began to slow down. Strange to hear, but that is exactly how it happened. Now, I didn’t just visit at random, and put in likes. I took my time to read each blog I visited, put in some comments and thoughts. It became a healthy outlet for my mind. My perspective changed. I met many like minded people on wordpress. Swimming in my own mind, I had accumulated tons of doubts and junk. They got cleaned. There is still a lot more to do, but it feels better now.
Needless to say, blogging has now become more than just an obsession. It is source of daily inspiration. I am not as shy as I used to be. I have opened up a lot. I am more confident. Now I don’t feel like people are always out there to humiliate me. Here, I can speak my mind without fear. I can ask any type of foolish question without being branded as immature. There are so many people here. One is bound to find at least another one just like self. It is so easy to relate on blogosphere.
Having found some exact matches of mine, I wonder “aren’t we all unique?!! then where did these people come from? ”

Shame and Socialization

Wittgenstein said, “The notion of following a rule is logically inseparable from making a mistake.”  I would like to make my own modification of that observation and say that it is “logically inseparable from being a mistake.”

When a child reaches the age of two or so, he suddenly becomes mature enough (neurologically and emotionally) to learn of a strange, curious, and often bewildering world “out there”.  He discovers that there is a myriad of rules, of “do’s and don’ts” that he has to subscribe to,  and on some level he really does not understand why this is necessary.  After all, he is doing just mighty fine already!  For example, why should he subscribe to what “they” call “potty training”?  Why hell, merely evacuating his bowels when the urge strikes appears to be working just fine!  If a need is frustrated, why shouldn’t he just throw a conniption fit?  After all, isn’t the world his oyster?  If he doesn’t like the morning gruel, why shouldn’t he just throw it across the kitchen?  And as for that cat’s tail, doesn’t it just beg to be pulled! And of course, any self respecting young male should be able to play with his wee-wee anytime he wants, even in church!

But, the child is hard-wired neurologically to decide that it is beneficial ultimately to subscribe to those rules being proffered by the “world out there” and to “join the human race”.  And most of us do, more or less.  But when we make this decision, it always involves saying good-bye to that delightful world of instinctual experience, where all of our needs were miraculously met by our mere whim, where we were the Lord and Master of our private little kingdom . We then have to “admit” on some deeply subjective, unconscious level that this private little kingdom of ours is “wrong” and that the world “out there” is right . That is tantamount to saying that we are wrong and they are right.  It is the advent of existential guilt.

But, if things go right, the “external world of rules” will be proffered by healthy family headed by mature parents who will gently escort the young tyke into this new kingdom.  He will learn that the advantages of “selling his soul” and joining the new world will outweigh the advantages of continuing to dwell in his private, autistic shell.

However, not all children are welcomed by kindly parents and a kindly world.  Sometimes the world is unforgiving and harsh if not brutal.  The child is shamed, humiliated, and physically brutalized into subscribing to the social mores.  And, many times this does suffice and the child will learn to comply but the price tag will be a core of shame that will haunt him the rest of his life.

I would like to share an excerpt from a D. H. Lawrence novel which so eloquently illustrates this shaming process and the devastation it can wreak on an innocent child.  In Lawrence’s novel, The Rainbow, Ursula is a little girl who is delighted with the new world she is discovering and is often totally consumed with its beauty and delight . This would often run her afoul of her unforgiving father who was very insensitive to her childish curiosity and would brutally scold her for trampling on his garden when all she had been doing was taking delight in a budding plant or daisy or chasing a butterfly.

But…her soul would almost start out of her body as her father turned on her, shouting:

Who’s been trampling and dancing across where I’ve just sowed seed? I know it’s you, nuisance! Can you find nowhere else to walk, but just over my seed beds? But it’s just like you, that is—no heed but to follow your own greedy nose.

The child was …shocked. Her vulnerable little soul was flayed and trampled. Why were the footprints there? She had not wanted to make them? She stood dazzled with pain and shame and unreality.

Her soul, her consciousness seemed to die away. She became shut off and senseless, a little fixed creature whose soul had gone hard and unresponsive. The sense of her own unreality hardened her like a frost. She cared no longer. And the sight of her face, shut and superior with self-asserting indifference, made a flame of rage go over him. He wanted to break her.

And there is more and more you might wish to read if this anecdote interests you.  Lawrence is very eloquent about describing the subjective experience of his characters, including children.

He concluded with, “And very early she learned to harden her soul in resistance and denial of all that was outside her, harden herself upon her own being.”

So often this anecdote from the Lawrence novel illustrates what happens with children.  Their parents do not have any sensitivity to the reality of children and are brutal in their correction of them.  Sure, children must be corrected, they must learn about social rules and propriety.  They must learn that there are consequences for various misbehaviors,  some of which do not even appear to be misbehavior.  But these consequences do not have to be issued with such brutality and heartlessness.  When this happens, often the child dies within, shame over whelms him, and at best he becomes a little shame-bound automaton compulsively complying with the rules handed down from the existing social order.

Boundary problems and early intervention

In my clinical work and with some people I have met socially I have seen how that only incarceration could provide the boundaries necessary for purposeful behavior. I know one man who is now in his late thirties who has functioned very well during numerous imprisonments, at times proving himself to have real artistic skills. But whenever he has been released, he always goes back to drugs, alcohol, and criminal mischief. I had a young male client one time who was court-ordered to a military-style youth ranch due to persistent incorrigible behavior. I will never forget how proud he was upon his return that he had excelled in that highly-structured environment and had won numerous awards. And I saw many clients benefit immensely from the structured therapeutic environment of residential treatment. These young men and women had not internalized a boundary structure so that they could function in the world and had to have it imposed from the outside. And some were so damaged that they will never function without some “external ego” such as a parole officer or a life-sentence.

I often got the feeling with some of these young clients that with their behavior they were basically screaming for someone to set the boundaries their parents had not been able to provide. It is as if they were echoing the comic smirk of Jim Carrey, “Somebody stop me!!!!!” Too many times in our self-indulgent modern world no one will stop them and they are enabled repeatedly, basically rewarded for behavior that can only create severe problems for them in their adult life.

Maladaptive behavior reflects emotional needs that have not been met. As long as the maladaptive behavior is permitted to continue, the “emotional needs” cannot be felt and change cannot be effected. The behavior must be stopped, then the anguish can be experienced, and then new behavior patterns can be taught. But when the intervention is not applied early enough, the behavior patterns become too deep-seated, they become “hard-wired” neurologically, and change is very difficult if not impossible.

Redemption in Marriage

Boundaries are so important. I think that the concept of boundaries is relevant to every problem that mankind deals with, even on the biological level. Even cancer is a boundary problem as those bastard cells are running amok and will devour everything in sight. And certainly on an emotional/spiritual level, boundaries explain most if not all of our maladies.

One simple clinical intervention I used when in practice was to try to teach some simple little boundary for a client to set in his life. This could be something as simple as planting a flower and caring for it, this simple act of “caring” being one bit of order in a life that often had little structure.

And then I like to think of marriage as a boundary setting on a grand scale. I see marriage as an imposition of order on chaos, two disparate individuals with their own whims and fancies about life, choosing to commit to the “arbitrary circle of a vow.” (W. H. Auden) If this vow can be honored, marriage can be a container in which two individuals mature together and resolve many of the interior haunts they brought into the union. In short, marriage can be redemptive.

Let me close with an excerpt from a poem by Edgar Simmons entitled, “Bow Down to Stutterers”:

Proofrock has been maligned.
And Hamlet should have waived revenge,
Walked with Ophelia domestic corridors
Absorbing the tic, the bothersome twitch.

Hell on Earth

Shakespeare’s sonnets might be his finest work. He could put into just a few words volumes of knowledge of the human spirit. In the following sonnet he grasped the essence of hell, that waste land of desire of desire, hunger for hunger, that endless quest for the “lost object” (if I might speak Freudian!) I’m not for sure where this quote came from but someone described this person as “pursuing the object which recedes from the knowledge of it.” This person is portrayed in mythology as the ouroborous, the snake swallowing its own tail.

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.

All this the world well knows; yet none knows well

And I conclude with the quote from the Ibsen play which I used just days ago about the self-intoxicated self:

Its here that men are most themselves, themselves and nothing but themselves sailing with outspread sails of self. Each shuts himself in a cask of self, the cask stopped with the bung of self and seasoned in a well of self. None has a tear for others woes or cares what any other thinks….Now surely you’ll say that he’s himself. He’s full of himself and nothing else, himself in every word he says himself when he is beside himself…Long live the Emperor of Self.  (Ibsen, Peer Gynt)

And yet, we are so wont to pontificate about the horrors of hell in the hereafter when if we were honest enough, discerning enough, we would recognize that this hell abounds in our day to day life. Perhaps we should seek salvation from this hell.

Creation and the Fall

One of the most vivid memories of my childhood was the Apollo 8 mission to the moon on December 24, 1968,  I was gripped by the majesty of this technological accomplishment and the sheer beauty of the moon from such a close perspective and even more so of the beautiful earth floating so freely in the void.  This was a very humbling experience for me and I will never forget it.  A very important part of the event was the stirring reading by the three astronauts of Genesis 1:1-10.  I’ve always been captivated by those verses and have been even more so since that moment.

I love this creation story.  I find creation stories in all human culture fascinating and revealing.  We have always had this deep-seated need to explain our origin and thus make more sense out of what the hell we are doing here.  It is very hard to accept that perhaps this information is not available to us, that “flaming cherubim and seraphim” keep us from returning there and revisiting the Garden of Eden.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote a marvelous little book entitled Creation and the Fall in which he speculated about creation, the fall, and mankind’s quest to escape his existential predicament.  He argued that mankind is aware that he is caught in the “in the middle” and is anxious about the beginning and the end.  I’ve read others who have described this status as being caught in the “in between” or the “metaxy”.  Mankind is obsessed with getting back to that beginning and understanding and explaining it and therefore “owning” it in some manner.  But we are trapped, fated to wonder the earth knowing that “our little life is rounded in a sleep.” (Shakespeare)

T.S. Eliot offered a thought on this notion.  He said, “Man’s curiosity searches past and future and clings to that dimension. ” For “past and future” is but a single dimension, the time-space continuum from which we cannot escape try as we may.  I’m made to think of Jim Morrison’s song, “Break on through, break on through, break on through to the other side, break on through, break on through, break on through to the other side.”  Morrison’s heart hungered to “break on through” and that is what drove him to drugs and alcohol. He could not accept being trapped like the rest of us, he could not accept “the fall” into space and time.

Silence is Golden

Aeschylus once said, “The gods create tragedy so that men will have something to talk about.”  Well, I want to update his observation and append the following,  “And then cable tv news was created so that the chatter could go on endlessly.”  Actually, I’m hoping that in about ten thousand years, this wisdom will be,  “The gods originally created tragedy so that men would have something to talk about. And then sometime later they created cable tv news so that the chatter would be non-stop”  and that the wisdom will then be attributed to “Literarylew.”  You know, Aeschylus could be forgotten as will ultimately be the case with all of us, small fry or large fry!

Seriously, I’m so conscious of how much my mind is filled with chatter.  This is so very apparent since I started to seriously attempt to meditate and discovered the Buddhist “monkey mind” always chattering away; a blog-o-sphere friend recently posted re “the rush of a thousand voices”.

We are so afraid of silence even though it is only in silence that we find our Source.

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.
Nicholas Spark, The Notebook

Paean to Ignorance

I really believe in ignorance!  I guess I watched too much of Hogan’s Heroes and remember the wisdom of Sergeant Schultz, “I know nothing, nothing, nothing.”  I remember a wonderful pastor from my youth who would quip, “If ignorance was bliss, we would all be blistered.”

Yes, I’m intelligent, well educated, erudite as heck!  I can throw 35 cent words around for nickle ideas like anyone.  But, to quote the observation of Paul, the “wisdom of this world is come to nought.”  We don’t know jack!  For, words are but means to an end, they lead us to the truth, they lead us to the precipice of Truth,  but we can never cross over and apprehend the truth in a definitive fashion.  The Truth only glimmers our way and then only on occasion.  For example, one such “glimmering” was the life of Jesus.  And in the course of my life I have seen a “glimmer” or two but admittedly nothing that matches the Light that Jesus brought into the world.  And the “glimmerings” that I have been privy too have never been cognitive;  they have been the Light of Christ manifested in the life of other persons, some of them not card-carrying, born-again, USDA certified “Christians.”

So, let’s get ignorant today and hear a primordial word.

For example, Gerard Manley Hopkins noted in The Habit of Perfection:

Elected Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorled ear,
Pipe to me pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.

Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From where all surrenders come
Which alone makes you eloquent.

And then there is William Butler Yeats who wrote:

Throughout all the lying days of my youth
I waved my leaves and flowers in the sun.
Now may I wither into the Truth.