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CHAPTER TWO: The analytic situation

Christopher Dare Karnac Books ePub

The clinical concepts used to describe, understand, and explain the psychoanalytic treatment process have arisen at different points in the history of psychoanalysis. Terms that derived their original meaning in the context of one phase have been carried over into later phases, with the sort of repercussions we have alluded to earlier and shall discuss later. In this chapter we shall try to describe the development of the psychoanalytic treatment setting in relation to the different phases of psychoanalysis (see chapter one).

The first phase (which was essentially pre-psychoanalytic) lasted until 1897 and was principally characterized by the application of the hypnotic method to hysterical patients. With the inclusion of patients suffering from other disturbances (e.g. obsessional disorders), Freud saw his methods as being appropriate to the treatment of the ‘neuropsychoses’ (which would now be called the neuroses). The setting in the first phase was the usual one in use at the time for inducing hypnosis in the consulting room. It was conducted in privacy, as opposed to the public demonstrations of such workers as Charcot, and the patient lay on a couch while the therapist, sitting behind him, induced a state of hypnosis. Freud was disappointed with the results obtained by hypnosis (he also confessed that he was not very good at it), and he later tried to encourage the recall of forgotten events by a variety of other methods. One of these was to apply pressure with his hand to the patient’s forehead with the suggestion that this would bring thoughts to mind, as described in the case of Frau P, J. (1950a [1887-1902]). While such techniques were later to be replaced by Tree association’ on the part of the patient, the structure of the treatment situation of the first phase persisted. As Freud put it later (1925d):

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Interview with Jed McKenna

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I can’t tell you what it is; no one can. It’s not a thing, it’s not a concept, it’s not a place. There’s no explaining fire to someone who’s never seen fire; no description can do justice to the direct experience of fire. I use terms like abiding non-dual awareness and no-self and truth-realization not because they capture it, but because they seem the least misleading............

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Why Not

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To Live Deliberately

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In what concerns you much, do not think that you have companions: know that you are alone in the world.

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Silence

Scott Russell Sanders Indiana University Press ePub

Finding a traditional Quaker meeting in Indianapolis would not be easy. No steeple would loom above the meetinghouse, no bell tower, no neon cross. No billboard out front would name the preacher or proclaim the sermon topic or tell sinners how to save their souls. No crowd of nattily dressed churchgoers would stream toward the entrance from a vast parking lot filled with late-model cars. No bleat and moan of organ music would roll from the sanctuary doors.

I knew all of that from having worshipped with Quakers off and on for thirty years, beginning when I was a graduate student in England. They are a people who call so little attention to themselves or their gathering places as to be nearly invisible. Yet when I happened to be in Indianapolis one Sunday this past January, I still set out in search of the meetinghouse without street address or map. My search was not made any easier by the snow lilting down on the city that morning. I recalled hearing that the North Meadow Circle of Friends gathers in a house near the intersection of Meridian and Sixteenth Streets, a spot I found easily enough. Although I could not miss the imposing Catholic Center nearby on Meridian nor the Joy of All Who Sorrow Eastern Orthodox Church just a block away on Sixteenth, the only landmark at the intersection itself was the International House of Pancakes. Figuring somebody in there might be able to direct me to the Quakers, I went inside, where I was greeted by the smell of sausage and the frazzled gaze of the hostess. No, she’d never heard of any Quakers.

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