tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post7736597481096961511..comments2024-02-11T18:16:53.445-08:00Comments on Janov's Reflections on the Human Condition: The Simple Truth is Revolutionary: It's Never EnoughArthur Janovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709863014923629409noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-56207740277310564592015-03-31T08:38:35.837-07:002015-03-31T08:38:35.837-07:00Hi Gary, thank you for your reply. I was touched b...Hi Gary, thank you for your reply. I was touched by Arthur's text "it's never enough", because it was about me, my life. And you write that maybe you resonate as well, because it's about your life as well. that is what makes the Arthur's blogs so impressive for me, for example the blog of 30 march "on drugs again": that you can become emotionally touched by something you see, hear or feel and then ....you suddenly can feel "it's about me".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-64758581833757299412015-03-30T03:55:11.644-07:002015-03-30T03:55:11.644-07:00Dear Anon
I feel for you. Sometimes things touch m...Dear Anon<br />I feel for you. Sometimes things touch me and I´m not sure why. Are you asking for support? I guess that´s more than OK on this fórum. I have a feeling you´re a woman? Maybe what you say resonates because my own mother (both parents are still "alive" if you could call them that) - and father - rejected my older sister so acutely that she signed herself into a residential psychiatric institution age 16 for a year. my father relentlessly bullied her - even when she was 34 he said to her "You´re not too big for me to put you over my knee and give you a good hiding my girl" for nothing more than daring disagree with him over something. She is just as cerebrally as psychophysiologically damaged, yet devoured Arts early books with me over 20 years ago and understood the whole thing; just got it, like that. My mother, there´s a can of worms....always blamed my sister for having to marry my dad cos she got pregnant, and has always loathed her. Never come out with it explicitly, but we´ve worked it out. My sister lives alone and is too mentally & emotionally disabled to work, or have any meaningful life. At 55, she sees my parents on all the "dutiful" days; birthdays, mothers day, Xmas etc. the hypocrisy and irony is not lost on her. it´s all to make my parents feel OK about themselves and bolsters their denial over the damage they caused. They continue to verbally abuse her. If she reacts, she´s made to feel she´s committed the crime of the century; crucified by guilt. Me? I live abroad; i have an excuse for not seeing them, but keep the guilt at bay thru sending them "nice" emails. But I can´t bring myself to sign them "love". I feel nothing for them. Gary, PortugalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-79231757848124371402015-03-25T12:50:16.546-07:002015-03-25T12:50:16.546-07:00Planespotter: it sounds great. Keep it up and goo...Planespotter: it sounds great. Keep it up and good luck artArthur Janovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009571728800026496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-34292296060371465242015-03-25T03:12:15.252-07:002015-03-25T03:12:15.252-07:00I do not want to have more than I need!
To the mo...I do not want to have more than I need!<br /><br />To the more sophisticated scheme for "what you need and what you want to have"! <br /><br />A psychiatrist's request to have more patients to make more money! That at the appointed time of 45 min... helping the suffering get on his feet to work. That is for what is asked... for what politicians set the agenda... it for what listening psychiatrists silences those who suffering... it with medication... ECT and cognitive methods... it without even being able to grasp what it is they are doing... it to maintain their income (what a wanting to have)... it for what no one has the right to question for what is going on... which would otherwise be heard! <br /><br />Psychiatrists do not feel what is needed to put its assignment at stake... not even for what madness and requirements set the agenda... it for what they receive their income... a insanity for a mission without any "mercy" around people's suffering... it for what they want to have... not a glimpse of what need is all about!<br /><br />What science tells us about this... it requires much more than convincing words can do... it required science. It requires "more of what we need" so that we can stand up and say "enough is enough" without guilt of requiring more than we need!<br /><br />The law should be changed after what science tells us about. We can not let "what they want it to be" what they want the law to be. <br /><br />To perceive "what we want or what we need" of the content for what we must do... finds no limits for what others are capable to defend themself. We must try anyway... it for all we have to prove! If we look to our limited lives... so we need to hurry... given what our offspring would otherwise have to suffer! <br /><br />I know the difference between wanting to have and my need... to abandon my will "can" make me to feel my need if under proper conditions. <br /><br />Art...so I know what I have to do about my wanting to have but I also need the right conditions!<br /> <br />Frank.Frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02242354226308728116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-89952208985441222562015-03-24T11:41:42.162-07:002015-03-24T11:41:42.162-07:00The feeling of need can be so difficult and so ove...The feeling of need can be so difficult and so overwhelming. I used to eat bags of sweets every day when younger. However I found that as I read more and more of your books Art and started the therapy it was almost as though every time I thought I needed a beer or some chocolate I know this was an act out for something much much earlier. Combine that with having had a partial breakdown and it did not take long to suddenly feel as though I had been hit by a train. Every cell in my body seemed to hurt. Not a searing "ouch I've I'd cut my finger" pain but a dead aching deep seated pain overwhelmed me. Your books left me no-where to go but down into the pain which takes some commitment to feel and understand. I felt I had to stay with it for as long as I could. Knowing what it was tended to help a great deal. <br /><br />I don't seem to get it as much as I did which is wonderful. I've started swimming again and slowly getting fit and losing weight. When I used to swim I always found it slightly hard work. Now I feel so much more powerful in the water. Things are changing at a cellular level I feel. Doing the swim gets me in touch with other deep feelings and needs and it will be interesting to see what they are.<br /><br />The other day I was walking along with my wife the other day and said "You know the very base feeling and core of who I was used to be this deep shaking sense of anxiety and now it seems to be a deep sense of contentment". That was a powerful and significant moment. I am sure that something will still come up from the depths and throw me a bit but not as much as it once might have done.<br /><br />Needs and wants can drive us crazy.planespotterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05315637682741508786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-9514766013140863922015-03-24T10:12:05.740-07:002015-03-24T10:12:05.740-07:00Dear mr Janov,
I thank you for your great blog. It...Dear mr Janov,<br />I thank you for your great blog. It's so true: the need is so difficult to shine the light on and the want is so totally taking the life. I want to be wanted...and that want has enormous power. And the strange thing is that i want to be wanted by persons who are not healthy for me. I know it's because my mother didn't want me (last year she died without wanted to see or speak me. My sister phoned me: mother died). I know it on a cognitive level..hopefully once in my life i know it totally..on a biological level..I have to feel the need totally. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com