A good psychiatrist

I could imagine him falling asleep in front of a schizophrenic patient and I realized that he was probably the only psychiatrist in the world who would actually do such a thing. He would not be afraid of psychotics because their experience is not foreign to him. He has been to the farther reaches of the mind himself, has experienced their ecstasies as well as their terrors, and would be able to give an authentic response, based on his own experience, to virtually anything a patient could show him.*

Ronald Laing died 18 years ago today. He was a hero and a fuckup and many speak his name with reverence because not only did he get it, he insisted that getting it is no big deal, that all you have to do is try.

At face value Laing was a scholar educating other scholars about the experience of madness, but on a deeper, more altruistic level he was actually channeling psychosis, talking to and for the outcasts who experience it. That’s his legacy, which for some is more like a presence we turn to reflexively, not to flee but to ground the self in the unmistakable experience of Omygod-I’m-losing-the-plot, because terrifying as that is, reading Laing makes you less terrified, while maintaining awareness of what’s happening to your mind. And being “with yourself” in concern and compassion opens the door to doing the things that help to live through it. What a nightmare life would be without his books on the shelf.

…I think that it’s definitely true that some people, ah, you might say, blow it… they go over the hill, you know. Well, they go over the hill, they go into the wilderness, they lose their bearings, they lose their way, they become completely disorientated, they don’t know who they are or where…now. I’ve been in a certain amount of that territory myself, ah, without being labeled insane, and I can sometimes – sometimes – you know, when someone has gone over the hill and got lost, I can sometimes go out if I, if I want to take the trouble to do so, and go out and hunt for that person, and find them, where they’ve got to, and meet them there, and say, “… Do you want to come back?”

RDL, interview, Arts and Entertainment Network, May, 1987

So I’ve been surfing the web for a proper tribute by a representative of the so-called sane and am pleased to have found something both schooly and intimate, at a blog called Still Point. These off-the-cuff musings on The Divided Self are lovely and discursive and capture the main teachings of the one who did so much to articulate what had no words before him.

Excerpted from
Another Wounded Healer, RD Laing
Communicating with those diagnosed as Mad

In the course of his life, R.D. Laing moved from the forefront of humane, and humanist, psychiatry to a position of notoriety. Latterly, he was alcoholic, professionally unlicensed, and as disturbed, at times, as anyone he had ever treated. His work also descended into near-madness. Be that as it may, his work from his early and middle years is insightful and truly humanizing and ennobling of his severely ill patients. This last point alone is surely an important reason for never forgetting his contribution to healing the mentally ill. Thankfully, there is a Society for Laingian Studies with an official site at http://www.laingsociety.org/

Laing may be said to have contributed much to what today is called “critical psychiatry.” This latter movement challenges the medical tendency to overly or almost completely scientifically explain away and categorise supposed ‘mentally ill’ behaviour. However, unlike the “anti-psychiatric” movement, it demands recognition and understanding of those who are stigmatised by a psychiatric diagnosis because, for example, they hear voices, or engage in some other behaviour incomprehensible to medical specialists. In many ways, therefore, critical psychiatry continues the project to which Laing contributed so much.

… One term he favoured was “ontology” which in philosophical circles refers to the study of existence, and in the more esoteric realms of metaphysics would refer to the study of existence or being in itself apart from the nature of any existent object. Needless to say, this latter esoteric… study was not what Laing referred to.

Most of us, according to Laing, experience ourselves as “ontologically secure” and this is how he defines this term: Such a person “will encounter all the hazards of life, social, ethical, spiritual, biological, from a centrally firm sense of his own and other people’s reality and identity.” (ibid., p. 39). Hence, for Laing, the mentally ill experience themselves as “ontologically insecure”as there is no sense of their own or other people’s reality or identity.
Therefore, Laing talks about “the primary ontological security” of us so-called mentally healthy or sane individuals in contrast to the “primary ontological insecurity” of the mentally ill or insane. Laing was revolutionary in valuing the content of psychotic behavior and speech as a valid expression of distress… albeit wrapped in an enigmatic language of personal symbolism which is meaningful only from within their situation. According to Laing, if a therapist can better understand his or her patient, the therapist can begin to make sense of the symbolism of the patient’s madness, and therefore start addressing the concerns which are the root cause of the distress. Laing engaged, then, with the patient in their “primary ontological insecurity” insofar as this was humanly possible. The WIKI puts it thus: “For Laing, madness could be a trans-formative episode whereby the process of undergoing mental distress was compared to a shamanic journey. The traveler could return from the journey with important insights, and may even have become a wiser and more grounded person as a result.”

In his chapter on “ontological insecurity” Laing refers to literature and the experience of suffering – to Shakespeare, to Keats, to Kafka and to Beckett. While all four spoke about and undoubtedly experienced the evil of suffering in their lives, one can only agree with Laing that both Kafka and Beckett experienced it at a different, perhaps deeper, definitely more alienating a level than the first two. Why? Well for starters both Keats and Shakespeare evil along with a strong sense of personal identity whereas the latter two experienced it without such a sense of personal identity – in fact that sense of personal identity had been stripped away. Hence in these existential works there is despair, there is terror, and there is a gnawing experience of boredom – this last is called anhedonia in psychological circles. Laing even turns to the artistic oeuvre of the modern Irish artist Francis Bacon to depict a similar sense of meaningless to existence.

Laing argues, it would seem, that Shakespeare and Keats experienced some sense of “primary ontological security” whereas our latter two authors might have experienced some sense of “primary ontological insecurity” – namely that they too had some inkling of what it means to be mad or to go mad.

Here is what Laing says about the growing young person: “To anticipate we can say that the individual whose own being is secure in this primary experiential sense, relatedness with others is potentially gratifying; whereas the ontologically insecure person is preoccupied with preserving rather than gratifying himself: the ordinary circumstances of living threaten his low threshold of security.” (ibid., p. 42)

Laing goes on then to discuss three categories of anxiety encountered by the ontologically insecure person. These titles alone are enough to scare us indeed.

1) Engulfment: Laing quotes a patient from an analytic group in hospital: “At best you win an argument. At worst you lose an argument. I am arguing in order to preserve my existence.” The import of this statement cuts me to the quick to say the least, because, thankfully I have never been that low, or so low as to question or even to doubt my “ontological security.” Here the person … fears that they will lose any sense of self at all – every possible relationship threatens the individual with loss of identity. Reflecting on my own relationships or attempted relationships with the “ontologically insecure” I now know exactly what Laing is getting at and it helps me in retrospect to understand why these individuals withdrew into their own worlds. So engulfment is a high risk for these individuals – a risk in being understood, comprehended, grasped, loved even, because once such happens they are literally identity-less, lost, drowned, engulfed.

2) Implosion: This again is an extremely strong word and Laing acknowledges this. Here the person fears that his/her whole world is about to crash in on them or implode. It is an experience of terror. Laing goes on to point out that his word is again most suitable because the patient feels empty, quite like a vacuum. For the patient his experience is emptiness, is nothingness and the world of the other can and possibly will come crashing in.

3) Petrification and Depersonalization: the first of these words means literally being “turned to stone.” I have an experience of seeing someone thus. This, Laing, points out is the fear of being turned into an “it” rather than a subject or an “I.” I am reminded here of the famous Jewish philosopher Martin Buber who wrote a very interesting and beautiful book called “I-Thou” which I read years ago for philosophy and which I must re-read and review for these pages. Anyway, the truly human and mentally healthy person will have an I-Thou relationship with most significant others. An I-it relationship, needless to say, is a depersonalized relationship, to use Laing’s term. The patient as person feels that he or she will lose their autonomy and all inner life and is totally depersonalized.

One cannot help but notice that the Nazis were adept at making their captives and inmates in their hellish and murderous concentration camps “petrified” and “depersonalized” by the systematic stripping away of every vestige of personality and identity. No wonder, even the strongest physically, intellectually and even morally died. As Frankl so well pointed out only the spiritually or psychically strong survived, that is those who had the strength of spirit (not even character) to find some little (or is it even great?) meaning in sheer absurdity and in the most brutal of hells.

I am left again with the feeling after reading this deep if brutally honest and disturbing chapter that R.D. Laing is much to be thanked for his understanding of the suffering of others.

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Very nice. All you have to do is try.

*Fritjof Capra in Uncommon Wisdom, p. 155

7 thoughts on “A good psychiatrist

  1. I read Laing after my first psychotic episode while not on psych meds. He made so much sense to me and I wrote all over that text. Somehow in the chaos of the ensuing years I forgot about him. What a shame. I will go back to him now. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile.

    My goal is to try to take a break from the internet (at least a part-time break) and do some essential reading. The books are piling up.

  2. I heard Laing speak in the late 80’s at a day long conference for mental health professionals. He seemed to upset the psychiatrists in the audience although not the woman who gave a workshop the same day on Love that I have never forgotten, wish I could remember her name. To my mind, she took his ideas and extended them to the concept of loving her/our/their patients no matter what they did or experienced and gave chilling examples of how far someone can go in their alienation from their self and yet still be loved by their therapist if the therapist has the will and determination and character to do it.

    I can’t imagine such a workshop today, which makes me very sad.

  3. Several years back, I took an Intro to Counseling course and Laing’s _The Politic’s of Experience_ was required reading. I couldn’t begin to comprehend his work at that point in my life, and unfortunately the professor never got around to discussing the book in any way. It seemed like something written in a foreign language or a code that I could not crack and sat on my shelf for years mostly untouched. I was so overwhelmed to take that book off of the shelf last year out of curiosity and find that the last several years of my life experience had given me what I needed in order to comprehend and deeply appreciate his work.

    hymes, I’m trying to imagine what it must’ve been like for psychiatrists to sit through one of his lectures. I cannot imagine all these years later that there would be any who would even bother to attend a lecture addressing such views.

  4. Thanks for the piece and for reminding us of a great pioneer and gentle soul.
    His writings inspired me to write a book ‘One Flew Under the Cuckoo’s Nest’ (2007).

  5. From what I know of Laing, I think this poem of Bradbury fits, if you will forgive me for its posting.
    As for the article, I have had a “systematic stripping away of every vestige of personality and identity,” and I have experienced and do experience “Implosion.”
    I have formulated my own language, consciously so without thought of being aware, jesus since, since I don’t know when…
    Sometimes, I fear the language because I haven’t even touched it yet. That is, what I know is there if I reach.

    ————-
    I Carry Always The Invisible
    -Ray Bradbury

    I carry always the invisible
    The things I know but do not know
    And try to find, with a blind hand
    In that country of the blind
    That is the mind and all its thought
    And every inner change of weather.
    I tether the changing of light
    Every shifting of sunsets towards night,
    All those half lighted dreams before dawn
    I make poems, give them homes,
    Of the heiroglyphed lawn where the dogs scribbled by
    Writing futures in dawn-frosted clover,
    Down it goes, or it dies.
    Annie Over. Hear the cries. Annie Over,
    A ball, all alone, climbs the sky,
    Sent by loud boy unseen
    To some girl on the green on the far side of noon.
    I stash them away
    To reread them some day in winter where night
    Comes at three, and my reason to be
    Is a ball that’s sky’s rover
    Hurled invisibly high
    From no hand to catch,
    It will stay there because
    I can make the arc pause,
    I cry freeze
    And the ball in the poem
    Stays suspended in trees
    And will never come down.
    So you see, it is true
    I carry always the invisible to me
    As you carry that invisible made visible in you.

  6. What a marvellous page you have got here, Flawedplan. Thanks for quoting my words on your wonderful webpage. My own experience of depression, my encounters with others who are fellow sufferers and several individuals who are schizophrenic have enriched and deepened my own life. These encounters, coupled with my own reading, my limited training in counselling and my attendance at therapy have led to whatever appreciation I may have for R.D. Laing and his work. Ever since I first read him after seeing him interviewed on T.V. here in Ireland in the mid 80s I have always felt him to be a wonderful human being. Existentialist approaches will always be that bit ungraspable insofar as by the very virtue of their philosphy they attempt to express what it really means to be a human being, here and now, in all its dimensions. I also, in common with thememoryartist above, would have attempted to read Laing when I was in college in the 70s but then it meant absolutely nothing to me. In the meantime life, and reflecting on my experiences of it, have taught me much. Laing means a lot to me now.

    Thanks also, grizzledandold for the wonderful Bradbury poem. It is a gem for me to discover this as I love poetry.

    Once again, Flawedplan, thanks for quoting my words. Congratulations on such a humanising page on the www. which is often so full not alone of dehumanizing rubbish. Pages such as yours are needed as a leaven in such a crazy mixed up world. I have bookmarked your wonderful page.

    Keep up the good work. With the greatest of respect and congratulations,

    Sincerely,
    Tim Quinlan

  7. Its quiet usual to humanist therapist/coaches to use each emotional response as a feed back to help towards more reality awareness. Falling asleep included.
    A mirroring responds in a society “in sleep”towards the
    self created nightmare.
    Even if choco milk can effect me that way, as much as a person acting out the hypnotising bore, I make a difference.
    I wake up easy at the slightest glimpse of self perception I notice in the soporific persona.

    I remember Laing as a friend able to be truly awake.
    Able to notice how awake other remained.
    Long talks without much words from eye to eye.

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