I couldn’t agree more with Winnicot’s wisdom (I shall check on Guntrip, who I’m unfamiliar with). And I totally agree - of course one can not will power their way into sanity and calm . I can assure you that if I could see Winnicott on a weekly basis and discuss myself with him, I would get rid of my neurotic fears and fixations in no ti…
I couldn’t agree more with Winnicot’s wisdom (I shall check on Guntrip, who I’m unfamiliar with). And I totally agree - of course one can not will power their way into sanity and calm . I can assure you that if I could see Winnicott on a weekly basis and discuss myself with him, I would get rid of my neurotic fears and fixations in no time and become the most balanced individual in town. The thing is that Winnicot alas is not around anymore to help me to save myself, and I’m afraid that most practitioners of the noble craft of psychotherapy are not equipped with the rather rare and particular skills which enables one to deal with such complex a thing like a human psyche. A talent is required in therapy as much as in the Arts, in poetry, in literature, in music and philosophy. And talent is a rare phenomena. Such is life.
It seems to me that you and I agree on the basic assumption that there’s pain and it can and should be helped. It’s just that my objection addresses the practical aspect of psychotherapy, which for whatever reasons has become advertised as an ultimate source of consolation. It just can’t be true, statistically speaking, that all this tenths of thousands of therapists, that are spread all over the place - from counceling in a reality TV shows to offering their services to teach how to raise children, how to manage conflicts in marriage, at work, in live, in sex, what to do with eating disorders, with suicide ideations, with breavment, with dead children, with bad mood with inferiority complex, with being miserable and with making others miserable, and so it goes till the end of ends. I mean WTF? Are we witnessing the new Renaissance?
I can go about this for hours, but I believe you get my point.
I live in a country in war. A disaster zone. People are dying every day, soldiers, some are 19 years old.
The quantities of therapies that are running around and offering their services all over the media is enormous. You know how it goes - people are anxious, some are broken, some loose hope for whatever future. And they all use therapy ( as much as they can afford). But as you can imagine - everyone is just getting more sad and more neurotic and more emotional, and still they believe that therapy will do the job promised. I don’t think that all those sentimental psychologists are cynical . The irony is that they want to help but the tragedy is that they believe that they can.Well, who can blame such sense of self importance?
I’m in for a priest, for Buddha, for a Rabbi, for great philosophers, for great books, for drugs, for suicide, for love, for friendship, for beauty and for fire.
I couldn’t agree more with Winnicot’s wisdom (I shall check on Guntrip, who I’m unfamiliar with). And I totally agree - of course one can not will power their way into sanity and calm . I can assure you that if I could see Winnicott on a weekly basis and discuss myself with him, I would get rid of my neurotic fears and fixations in no time and become the most balanced individual in town. The thing is that Winnicot alas is not around anymore to help me to save myself, and I’m afraid that most practitioners of the noble craft of psychotherapy are not equipped with the rather rare and particular skills which enables one to deal with such complex a thing like a human psyche. A talent is required in therapy as much as in the Arts, in poetry, in literature, in music and philosophy. And talent is a rare phenomena. Such is life.
It seems to me that you and I agree on the basic assumption that there’s pain and it can and should be helped. It’s just that my objection addresses the practical aspect of psychotherapy, which for whatever reasons has become advertised as an ultimate source of consolation. It just can’t be true, statistically speaking, that all this tenths of thousands of therapists, that are spread all over the place - from counceling in a reality TV shows to offering their services to teach how to raise children, how to manage conflicts in marriage, at work, in live, in sex, what to do with eating disorders, with suicide ideations, with breavment, with dead children, with bad mood with inferiority complex, with being miserable and with making others miserable, and so it goes till the end of ends. I mean WTF? Are we witnessing the new Renaissance?
I can go about this for hours, but I believe you get my point.
I live in a country in war. A disaster zone. People are dying every day, soldiers, some are 19 years old.
The quantities of therapies that are running around and offering their services all over the media is enormous. You know how it goes - people are anxious, some are broken, some loose hope for whatever future. And they all use therapy ( as much as they can afford). But as you can imagine - everyone is just getting more sad and more neurotic and more emotional, and still they believe that therapy will do the job promised. I don’t think that all those sentimental psychologists are cynical . The irony is that they want to help but the tragedy is that they believe that they can.Well, who can blame such sense of self importance?
I’m in for a priest, for Buddha, for a Rabbi, for great philosophers, for great books, for drugs, for suicide, for love, for friendship, for beauty and for fire.
The rest is silence.