At the risk of triggering an attack from the therapy-is-bunk crowd (the 'Pubs aren't too fond of it, either), let me just ask -- does Sarah Palin need Primal Therapy?
Some years ago, I heard something that was to change the course of my professional life and the lives of my patients. What I heard may change the nature of psychotherapy as it is now known — an eerie scream welling up from the depths of a young man lying on the floor during a therapy session. I can liken it only to what one might hear from a person about to be murdered. This book is about that scream and what it means in terms of unlocking the secrets of neurosis.
The young man who emitted it will be called Danny Wilson, a twenty-two-year-old college student. He was not psychotic, nor was he what is termed hysteric; he was a poor student, withdrawn, sensitive, and quiet. During a lull in our group therapy session, he told us a story about a man named Ortiz who was currently doing an act on the London stage in which he paraded around in diapers drinking bottles of milk. Throughout his number, Ortiz is shouting, "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!" at the top of his lungs. At the end of his act he vomits. Plastic bags are passed out, and the audience is requested to follow suit.
Danny's fascination with the act impelled me to try something elementary, but which previously had escaped my notice. I asked him to call out, "Mommy! Daddy!" Danny refused, saying that he couldn't see the sense in such a childish act, and frankly, neither could I. But I persisted, and finally, he gave in. As he began, he became noticeably upset. Suddenly he was writhing on the floor in agony. His breathing was rapid, spasmodic; "Mommy! Daddy!" came out of his mouth almost involuntarily in loud screeches. He appeared to be in a coma or hypnotic state. The writhing gave way to small convulsions, and finally, he released a piercing, deathlike scream that rattled the walls of my office. The entire episode lasted only a few minutes, and neither Danny nor I had any idea what had happened. All he could say afterward was: "I made it! I don't know what, but I can feel!"
http://www.primalinstitute.com/chapter.html">Arthur Janov — The Primal Scream, 1970Okay -- suppose it cures her? Would Kyl go next?
Does anyone know if she's even been in analysis? Had cognitive therapy? Taken Prozac and/or LSD? Done *est* or a weekend How-To-Be-A-Shaman course? It would be entertaining to see how her teabag buddies react. Republicans treat psychotherapy (or introspection of any kind) like a cross between Communism, rat poison, and marital fidelity.
--d!
Sarah, you had me, but I never had you ...