Dr. Arthur Janov
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I Am Happy If I Think I Am?
The question so often posed in philosophy class is, “Are you loved if you think you are? Are you happy if you think you are?" I mean, what’s the difference so long as you think you are happy? Well, we might ask, “Are self-delusions useful? Do they take the place of reality? Not if you believe reality is in your “head,” in your perceptions; not if you're thinking that thinking is what counts. But alas, it doesn’t because, no matter what you think, the body “thinks” too, and it sends out messages of pain and unhappy and unloved. That is why patients come to us saying they were loved as children, and six months later they learn from themselves that they weren’t. When they get to their pain they suddenly realize what happened to them in their lives.
What does that mean, they learn from themselves? Are ourselves the best teacher? Yes. We learn from our real history, not the self-deluded one that could not see what was going on. We learn about love from what we didn’t get, and we learn that happiness for us, was a poor façade to cover what we dare not faced. We learn, above all, how we fool ourselves unconsciously, how we cannot see what is right in front of us. How do we do that? We learn that when our early pain got too much there was an automatic shutoff, repression set in and blinded us to reality; first the inner one and then the outer one.
So there are several levels of consciousness; one is our top level perceptual one, and the more important is what our heart, brain and blood system say about our lives. It is often not a pretty picture even though we are taught to pretty it up, not complain and look on the bright side. Isn’t that what cognitive therapy does? Look on the bright side, think happy thoughts and have wholesome ideas. It is how we grew up writ in psychologese. So who is the real you? The happy one or the unhappy one? Well, there are two you’s, the unreal self that you present to the world, and the other one that you present to yourself. And that one you cannot really face even though it talks to you all of the time. It speaks to us in a language we barely understand; in high blood pressure, in migraines and muscle aches. We need to speak that language and we need to learn it if we hope to get rid of the complaints our bodies are making.
Does it matter so long as I think I am loved and happy? No if you don’t mind falling sick and dying early. Otherwise, yes. Because all that repression kills. I think the real disease so widespread today is repression.
When researchers put animals in pain they developed symptoms, but when they gave them chemicals that stopped repression the symptoms went away. In short, it is blocking pain that creates symptoms, and unblocking it that eradicates them. Those with leaky gates, inadequate repression, do not have the symptoms others have, specifically cancer, because they cannot repress as others do. Leaky gates are the anxious ones, the ADDers, the hysterics, all over the place, unable to focus or listen to instructions but they cannot cap it all to develop serious symptoms, at least in the beginning. Over long term anxiety, there are consequences. They will die of heart attacks and strokes, but it is the repressives who will die of the diseases of repression.
So to answer my question, yes, it counts a lot not to be deluded, not to think we are fine when we aren’t. There is a price to pay for not facing reality, and yet so many do not get physical exams because they “don’t want to know.” Denial is so convenient, and so deadly. Then we wake up and want to know when it is far too late; when our disease is so advanced that nothing can be done such as in emphysema. People know that smoking is harmful but the need to suppress pain is a lot more powerful than that knowing. Understanding is helpful but a weak sister to need. And eventually our pain-killing habits are what will kill us, and we don’t want to know because we know that we can’t stop. The only way to stop is to get rid of the early imprinted pain. Not easy to do and painful. Who wants that? Those with leaky gates who suffer all of the time and cannot delude themselves. So those in pain can be helped; those who do not know it cannot. Such a dilemma.
Posted by Arthur Janov at 1:50 PM 0 comments
Jan Johnsson said...
Jan Johnsson said...
Hi Art,
There is not a single word I disagree on in this Reflection. My whole life is a perfect illustration to it. My epilepsy in a way was my luck. I could not repress my pain and had to learn from my real history slowly to work at my way out of my split personality, eliminating my unreal self who established the often successful but repressed and suffering project specialist thanks to my leaky gates. It is an irony of fate that I became quite successful as a change and crisis consultant as a consequence of my 2-3 year periods of energetic painkilling. Today I think I would have made an even better specialist in my old fields. However, I would have choosen fewer humilliating projects.
Having had to live on the unreal conditions, which a lot of split feelings, being unloved, numb and anxious created, was that I got used to manipulate myself in many situations. An interesting reflection I now often make is: “Hey, I could make it off the cuff, I didn’t need any faked or hidden agenda any longer”. Suddenly, life is “easy” even when I have problems. I recognize more and more that if I act and react direct and honestly, people around me seem to appreciate it also in issues, which before would have been uncomfortable for them, and they become more real. It is a natural form of Primal Therapy. The dilemma as you say is that those who can delude themselves cannot be helped. That is, in todays paradigm.
I think the psychotherapy has to create better connections with physiologic treatments to read the complaints our bodies are making when the brain is in the deluding driving seat. When we cannot put into words what we feel, our body will show it.
Jan Johnsson
January 11, 2011 9:16 PM
Arthur Janov said...
Jan I have many ideas for research that you mention but do not have the money for it. I wish to hell we did but someday.....art
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