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What's a Good Object to Do? - PsyBC

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What’s a <strong>Good</strong> <strong>Object</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>Do</strong> 15<br />

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<strong>to</strong> experience that we have gone <strong>to</strong> a place of madness and worked it<br />

through ourselves. They need <strong>to</strong> detect, either consciously or<br />

unconsciously, that we have jumped in<strong>to</strong> the muck as they had, and<br />

despite our fears we have reorganized and reconstituted a secure self–<br />

other vitality. This is the point of connection needed between self<br />

and other that patients observe, experience, and internalize. It is not<br />

only that we survive, but how we survive, how we venture <strong>to</strong> insanity<br />

and back.<br />

When Marianna precipi<strong>to</strong>usly attacked, I was unprepared.<br />

Unwittingly and uncharacteristically I experienced and displayed a<br />

measure of stunned disturbance. She observed my discomfort, which<br />

in the moment I neither went <strong>to</strong> great lengths <strong>to</strong> express nor <strong>to</strong> hide.<br />

My own not so very pretty sadistic impulses bubbled up, fueling a<br />

pleasurably charged string of invectives. My internal voice gleefully,<br />

though guiltily, complained, “I can’t just buy a fucking new chair<br />

without you giving me grief.” Continuing cursing <strong>to</strong> myself, I pressed<br />

my imaginary eject but<strong>to</strong>n and pleasurably watched her fly out the<br />

window, sail uncontrollably over Central Park, and land in a strong,<br />

icy current in the East River.<br />

Then, experiencing an admixture of painful guilt and shame I caught<br />

myself and decided it was time <strong>to</strong> recover. I became aware of how<br />

surprised, ungrounded, and frightened I had become, having never<br />

experienced such an unpredictable s<strong>to</strong>rm from this patient, with whom<br />

I had worked for years and for whom I had developed a fondness. I<br />

was clueless as <strong>to</strong> what had actually happened, and I was frightened<br />

about what might happen next. I accessed my own comparable<br />

childhood experiences.<br />

Enter reason, that wonderful harbinger of a more integrated place.<br />

I reasoned from a Kleinian vantage point 5 that I was being related <strong>to</strong><br />

by means of a projective identification. Specifically, I was, in the<br />

interpersonal and intersubjective arena, being made <strong>to</strong> experience one<br />

pole of Marianna’s internal object relationship, that of her anxious<br />

and precipi<strong>to</strong>usly attacking mother, followed by a mother who ruefully<br />

experienced both guilt and remorse. During the interaction I was not<br />

spared experiencing the opposite pole of her internal self–object<br />

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5<br />

One’s theoretical convictions can be helpful at times like these, whatever theory<br />

one may subscribe <strong>to</strong>. They can provide meaning when one’s meaningful illusions<br />

are attacked.

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