tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post5975911756988484918..comments2024-02-11T18:16:53.445-08:00Comments on Janov's Reflections on the Human Condition: The Simple Truth is Revolutionary: Does Plenty of Infancy and Childhood Love Undo Early Trauma?Arthur Janovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709863014923629409noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-13640981679758800472013-12-26T18:20:30.396-08:002013-12-26T18:20:30.396-08:00Yes,me spend great part of my jung age in great pa...Yes,me spend great part of my jung age in great pain that was present with no reason,had strong pain in my head(migrens).Very passiv personality,asocial,suicidal.But something happened in end of my elementary school,me was on the class,and something clicked inside of my head and me felted my arms my legs my body.Me was alive!!Started to jump around,other kids looked me strange,me was never like this before.From then my journey begin,and after many years of asking the same question to my self,WHY am I so pasiv,so desperate,so with no life in me,it was a struggle during my teen age,me had so much wish to be alive,to have friends,to live life,had so strong imagination,but nothing real was coming out of this.Had great ideas but never had courage to do it.Big wake up for me was having a child with women that is also demaged big time by her parents and my struggle to be father to my son.In this time me read for the first time Primal scream,and me can not describe my inner state,this feelings,this comfirmation of all what me allready knew about me trough my feelings.Me did lot of research before your book about my fucked uo familly,it is really hard core this,and after,and today me understand my brain thanks to you.And me know my brain is autistic,my hemispheres are not good conected because of my mother state before and during pregnancy,even before me read the book,reading it just make it have sense,but it is amazing for me,that this click happened and make me move.My intelectual capabilities are below "normal",if me can say this,but it make me also not suitable for mass brain washing trought school and society.It does not meam me am not inteligent,me think me am very much.But hard intelectual work make my "computer" blocking and working slow!!Even today my intelect have no full time job,me do not use it so much.People me atract are simular to me but did not have this click,and me can recognize this.Me feel people,see them and me am reall dinosaur thet feels and using intelect as a tool,how it should be!But it left me with desparation,because parallel to learning my self,going to the source of my problems,me learned also about society and it's deseases.And me am now like with big question mark in my head what to do next??Me did not reconect my self,did not remember my early trauma,did have some of represed feelings coming out but not solved,me am just tired and with lot of scars on my emotional body,standing on my legs that became so strong till now,but this fear is still inside and desparation about world sickness.It is like you woke up one day and see all this zombies around you and get really scared.Asking for your mammy and a worm bottle of milk while others eat one another.Nebojsa BobicAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00731552333581493697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-12090562747881776622013-12-21T04:11:08.682-08:002013-12-21T04:11:08.682-08:00Hi,
My parents blew 'hot & cold'. The...Hi,<br /><br />My parents blew 'hot & cold'. They could both be incredibly loving and attentive at times and then at other times they would throw the tyrannical book at me (or my brother) and I became crushed. Then they sent me off to boarding school to experience the vindictive machinations of a sociopathic headmaster who was addicted to beating children and bullying them around in a heirarchy of prefects and sub-prefects.<br /><br />He minced around the school wafting the smell of expensive after shave and swishing silk shirts with gold cuff links. Once, without knocking, he barged into a Latin lesson with a 2.2 rifle, swung open the ancient cast iron window of the oak paneled classroom, took aim and shot two rabbits on the lawn outside. He commanded one of the sub-prefects to collect the bloodied corpses. . .<br /><br />No please or thank you even to the teacher. . .<br /><br />So I have an 'up / down' act out. Push / pull mood swings and a foul temper when pissed about.<br /><br />I find other people's indecision unbearable and have become a recluse to avoid it.<br /><br />I often wonder what it would have been like to have parents who are consistently neglectful / unloving rather than intermittently neglectful / unloving.<br /><br />If I imagine what it would have been like to have consistently loving parents I just fall apart. . .<br /><br />I am infuriatingly bizarre to myself, I seem to have two mes inside. . . one really loving , attentive, listening and sensitive and one just like an amalgam of all those boarding school right wing patriarchs. . .<br /><br />No wonder I was so influenced by the writings of Carl Jung who theorised that we have archetypes driving us.<br /><br />Knowing Primal, now I realise these archetypes are learned defenses against pain. In society we form (unconsciously) generalised rules (morals if you like) to cope with our repressed traumas 'in relation' with each other. Pseudo community develops and consequently demands these archetypes. They are socially acceptable (or not so acceptable) forms of expression re-enforced by centuries / millennia of repressed personal / social pain. <br /><br />You can tell (if you're awake) when an archetype is operating in your relations with others, or theirs with you, or both (more likely). Each person falls into a script. The impartial observer (!) may look on as if watching a Kafka play. . . and, of-course because it is all pseudo community / defense against internal pain / resonance no-one really wants to 'say' or 'do' anything of any real consequence, anything with weight; for fear of activating a real feeling. . .<br /><br />I am convinced this is where our tremendous waste and inefficiency comes from in society. £20 million on duff software here; £40 million on overstaffing civil servants there etc etc. (And one must remember that most of the senior civil servants all come from 'privileged' backgrounds run clandestinely by unaccountable sociopaths like the one I described above).<br /><br />All jobs for the boys and the cost passed on down the chain of pseudo intent and pseudo life. <br /><br />What I talk about here has very little smell of love, does it ?<br /><br />No.<br /><br />Paul G.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02006514330039884557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-5743935309312704402013-12-18T05:03:43.230-08:002013-12-18T05:03:43.230-08:00Art,
You wrote "And it means that very early...Art,<br /><br />You wrote "And it means that very early love is so, so important. Without it we have a damaged soul, someone more likely to fall ill and who has poor social skills." This is still true for me, though much less so, after 30 years since I started at the Primal Institute (August 1983, about five years after you left there).<br /><br />This blog entry makes me more than ever want to tell some of my story. But it is just too hard to do because I want to explain everything so I will be completely understood particularly how poor therapy compounded my pain and trashed my life. But that is all changing rapidly now.<br /><br />I guess what you wrote here makes me feel completely understood without writing much about anything.<br /><br />I have recently been getting high blood pressure readings (around 180/75). I think because of the stress of uprooting myself from a very unsatisfactory environment to come to LA to take up the training scholarship you offered me on the phone some years ago. Most of the uncertainties about that have been resolved - I could not have done it at the time if I had fully understood the governmental red-tape involved - all gone now.<br /><br />Still the high BP. I have been having tests done by a fairly enlightened GP. I'm taking 10,000IU of vitamin D3 per day which is definitely helping some of my symptoms. It probably needs some more time and there are lots more tests to have done before anything can be said about causes other than anxiety.<br /><br />Maybe you should know that my only accessible memories of love from my mother are sitting on her lap in the front seat of the car when going out and when I was very ill she would sit with me and squeeze my hand while I was throwing up. Needless to say I looked forward to going out and I got sick often!<br /><br />Hoping I will be there by the beginning of March though maybe only for 6 months of each year.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />GrahameGrahamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15388550564777869916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-61827127143942672432013-12-17T11:45:23.965-08:002013-12-17T11:45:23.965-08:00Part 2: "
I was always fortunate, from a very...Part 2: "<em><br />I was always fortunate, from a very early age, outside my home to meet people who liked me and helped me, which temporarily relieved / stunned my pain. The same thing happened up through my career. I formed teams / collaborated with executives of both male and female background until my life pattern pushed me on. (A company boss supported e.g. my years in LA). My relationships and marriages followed the same pattern.<br /><br />Unlimited love was not enough to eliminate my pain. I managed temporarily to keep it down and use it to propel energy for some time. For a project, a marriage, a new culture / language, etc. Looking back in my life, I have many scars of love that I had not managed to receive before the pain started to leak and I became epileptic suicidal. Neurotically engaging projects were together with Carbamazepine /Tegretol my main painkillers. I have been on a long term escape from my birth trauma, and solely love was not able to cure the pain that my mother’s religious idea, “to give birth in pain”, created.<br /><br />Slowly over 40 years, Art Janov and his psychotherapeutic, Primal Principles have, aided by Ida Rolf’s liberating physiotherapy principles, made me re-live my birth trauma and discharge the pain that my body and mind were trying to limit with neurotic filters and tricks in a seemingly unreasonable proportion.<br /><br />I am convinced of unconditional love from the moment of conception, but accidents, follies, etc. can create situations in which love becomes painful. The fact that I with natural methods have been able to take me out of such a trauma and understand my destiny, it is neither more nor less than a miracle. That I, moreover, after 53 years has been reunited with my childhood love will, eventually, be the subject of a separate documenting in the history of Primal Therapy.<br /><br />It has been an amazing journey through life, epilepsy and pain. I hope that those I left sad and confused along the way will understand and forgive me. I saw and had no choice if I wanted to survive.<br /><br />Jan</em>"Arthur Janovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009571728800026496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-66408288361448856392013-12-17T11:44:41.906-08:002013-12-17T11:44:41.906-08:00An email comment (Part 1):"An Invaluable Prim...An email comment (Part 1):<em>"An Invaluable Primal Dialogue.<br /><br />The Primal Principle (Evolution in Reverse) and the process of re-living repressed pain are, unfortunately, still so unique, unknown and in some circles discredited that, basically, there is only one source, with whom to keep an undoubted dialogue; Art Janov. In the Reflection “Does Plenty of Infancy and Childhood Love Undo Early Trauma?”, Art mentions his own experiences from childhood and adolescence and the importance of loving experiences. This form av reflective dialogue lights up my world and associates emotions and memories that further enhance the image of the Primal Principle.<br /><br />Although both the traumas and their outcomes may vary, the principle behind is the same. Non-perceived pain, i.e. for a fetus unbearable pain, which has been encapsulated, distorts our reality in many respects. The pain lives on, repressed, a whole life and propeles us to neurotic, superficial successes and to over-taxing our organs leading to strokes, heart attacks, ulcers etc.<br /><br />My life has consisted of 73 years dependent on my birth trauma. The last 35 years have been an improvised “tango dance” in Evolution in Reverse to eliminate the accumulated pain and to dissolve the protective but at the same time degrading and backbreaking neuroses. Gradually I have understood my life-pattern, and eventually I could change my life and behavior better to suit my real needs.<br /><br />After a traumatic birth, both for me and for my mother, I had three years alone as my parents’ beloved prince until I was dethroned by my first sister. Parallel to that I developed a pain-driven hyperactivity my father became increasingly sensitive and nervous. He did not lack emotional traits but, he was eventually unable to demonstrate it. He was marked by a difficult childhood (his mother and two siblings died of the Spanish flu during the second decade of the last century). Our emotional relationship became with the years more and more disturbed; however, he was always on hand when I practically needed him. He could not cope with my hyperactivity, but he let me largely keep on with annoying pranks and constant absence from home. My mother was not very emotional, but, during a lifetime, I felt her unconditional sympathy and love.<br /></em>"Arthur Janovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009571728800026496noreply@blogger.com