Wednesday, September 8, 2010

More on Psychosis


How do you know when someone is crazy? Not easy because we can all go crazy in different ways. If that is so then how can we possibly define it. And, as I often say, someone can go crazy to keep from being insane. This is not just a joke but a truism. Let me explain. What psychosis is about generally is when the first line (in my lingo) moves into the third line. When deep pain and remote trauma occupy the thinking, present day frontal cortex. When the inhibitory gates are so leaky that traumas in the womb, at birth and in the first year cannot remain repressed but instead move higher in the brain and interfere with present-day functioning. Those events are so shattering that sometimes they cause aberrant ideation, paranoia, and bizarre beliefs. But those ideas and beliefs are relating to the traumas; that is, they arise out of them, so that these beliefs have been formed out of the sequestered pains, however remote.

Psychosis and neurosis are not different diseases, psychosis is the more heavily loaded pain affliction causing exaggerated beliefs and reactions: pounding a door shut with nails to keep the devil’s rays from penetrating the brain. What happens is that the heavy-valence early traumas are the kind of events we cannot see yet are the predominant factor in later psychosis. It is the result of preverbal events that provide a shaky couche upon which later events are compounded. They are so severe, near-death experiences that the gating system is weakened; and by that I mean that among other things, they put such a drain on the inhibitory chemicals in the brain that we are chronically deficient in them; hence leaky gates. It doesn’t take much neglect or loss of love later on to overwhelm the gating system completely leading to psychosis . And when a stressor such as adolescence occur there is apt to be a frank outbreak of psychosis because the body, already in turmoil due to hormones, is weakened again by raging hormones.

Because the early imprints are most often of near-death experiences when they provoke paranoid ideation it is nearly always to do with death; someone is after me and is trying to kill me. Or they are shooting rays into my head. Or they are poisoning my coffee. There is an immediate threat which forces the person to wear aluminum foil on his head to ward off rays from the helicopter above. Logic is out the door as the cortex strives mightily to concoct a rationale for the upcoming pain. In the person’s mind that rationale makes sense since the feeling he is dealing with seems very real to him. “They are trying to hurt me,” is the leitmotif from perhaps a birth experience so terribly painful and hurtful that thinking someone wants to hurt us makes sense. It is the first terrible experience occurring to the baby who has been comfortable in the womb. He is suddenly plunged into a pain that is excruciating but for which he has no scenes or explanation since he had no words nor capacity to produce scenes at the time. So of course it is bizarre since it is an event that never had words nor understanding.

So the paranoid has to compile a complex reason for what he is undergoing. Sounds crazy and it is. He is going crazy to keep from being insane. That is, he is keeping much of his cortex intact with a set of compartmentalized, cohesive ideas but so he can function. If the early pain is catastrophic it might completely overwhelm the neo-cortex and we get a babbling idiot who cannot function at all. In this sense psychosis is a defensive measure against complete mental collapse; meaning the kind of person who enters a school house and kills fourteen people. His past became his present. There was nothing left in his brain to inform him of the different between past and present.

In a sense, neurosis/psychosis is the difference between a dream and a nightmare. Dreams weave acceptable stories that are ego-syntonic. Psychosis produces stories that are ego-dystonic. Still they both attempt to ease, filter and defend against the pain. The source of the pain and its force may be the critical difference.

So how do we know that this is true? When those who had horrific birth, gestational and infantile life approach those imprints in my therapy they can undergo transient psychotic episodes. When they approach not-so-devastating events they do not go crazy. But we have to be careful because putting a fragile person into very early horrific imprints can be dangerous; and it can be lasting if the therapist does not know what she is doing.

A paranoid belief is at least a structure that keeps the psyche from fragmenting into pieces so that a person can function and repair bicycles during the day. I had one patient who was a knife sharpener; completely delusional, and yet housewives would let him in their living rooms and kitchens to sharpen knives.

The stuff of psychosis is the same material from which our brains make nightmares. They are the intrusion of very early womb/life events into the top level brain that produces ideas and some scenes to go with them. One classic one: I am in a washing machine whirling around and drowning and I am going under and cannot stop myself or the machine. His primal was of being the womb, thrashed about, drowning and feeling powerless against it.

We all go crazy or become neurotic in different ways. It depends on so many factors: where we grew up, in institutions or foster care, during war time or not, how anxious or depressed was the carrying mother, etc. These are all influences but the amount of pain and how early it started largely determines psychosis or neurosis. There is in my opinion nothing more psychotic-making than incest. I have rarely seen an incest victim who was not pre-psychotic. It depends on how early it started but when the person who is supposed to protect you becomes the danger it is crazy-making.

So what does the anti-psychotic medication do? It is largely a first-line blocker. It holds down the pain of those very early traumatic imprints. And when effective there is much less paranoia and bizarre behavior. All this means is that someone with heavy early pain needs massive painkillers to keep it all in check because those same imprints depleted the inhibitory, repressed chemicals that we produce ourselves. The levels were permanently suppressed. When early pains occur they affect the production of serotonin (think Prozac). Later that is exactly what needs to be added to the mix to keep the pain down. Ideas do help produce those chemicals, as well; so in a way, delusions are pressed into service to help secrete pain killing chemicals. The system is always trying to right itself; to normalize. Most of what we do and what our bodies do is a constant attempt to achieve normalcy. That is, to function, protect ourselves and our loved ones. Normal means survival in every way. Our physiology when normal lets us live a longer life. We do not fall so easily into disease. And in my books I have quoted study after study that shows how early trauma leads to later cancer and heart disease.

9 comments:

  1. This post reminded me of work. I have a supervisor who created an enemy out of me in his own head - no matter how much I tried to explain myself to him he still believed I was his "enemy" and treated me as such. He use to be a detective; maybe he needed his enemies (from his old job) to act something act...No real enemies in the new job? Create them! I'm suspicious he was made pre-psychotic(?) in part from all those freshly brutalised corpses he had to examine (Can't be good!).

    Maybe those people you speak of can still function Art, but they can of course still be *very* difficult to deal with.

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  2. Dear Art ,several hours ago I walked across an "Autobahn" (highway? ) bridge ,where some years ago ago a young woman jumped into the "night"-infront of her own mother. She pfrefered this hooror to avoid the horror of going back to the mental hospital and it`s treatment horror!!
    My body showed a few minutes ago -through nausea - that he prefers good food in order to function in it`s "meant" total harmony and wisdom .
    Both events gave me the corroboration of Your " nature always tries to heal " if w e only listen to her sometimes feeble voice. Yours emanuel

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  3. Andrew,
    that's the point when we spoke about very difficult people (versus "easy going") we are talking about people who have strange ideations (as Dr Janov put it): they might think that everyone try to hurt them or take advantage on them. This is supposed to be a sympath behaviour to always want to win something on someone. What you wrote about your supervisor make me think about my ex boss :yes those people can function very well but you just have to be aware that you should not trust them on any subject. You have to stick to the facts : what they do and how they behave and not what they say about it. If manipulative people are trying to manipulate their own feelings by using others, the difference between a psychotic and those people is not so great. I think that in french we call them "psychotiques sans symptĂ´mes"

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  4. Art,
    What about a list a mile long of all the thousands of people whose lives were saved by Primal Therapy for the campaign for funding from the Bill Gates and Warren Buffet Foundation.

    Signing with their full names of course, so the testimonial can be verified.

    I'll go first.

    Trish Hodges, Buderim, Australia.

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  5. Trish: OK that's a start now take the next step. art

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  6. I got this comment in an email:

    "Art, in spite of severe and many beatings as a child, and also a massive blow to my forehead as a baby of eighteen months, I remember myself as a child who gave spontaneously. At primary school I shared freely of what I had, with anyone. I had a sincere and friendly nature. Since I was the eighth child, I think I came flying out at birth like a bullet. Perhaps there was intra-uterine damage, I don’t know.

    Both my father and mother were from families with extremely strong genes. Physically, we were all very healthy, but the insanity was already there with both paternal and maternal grandparents. We could suppress a lot of pain, and that is what I did.

    For me, the wheels came off when I was about eleven or so. Since I was a small child, I was not allowed to talk or ask questions. No-one answered me anyway. To my elder siblings I was just someone in the way.

    My mother started unloading on me when I was about eight years old. She did this daily and for hours on end.

    I had to listen and say nothing. I was slowly going deep into myself. I was about eleven or twelve when she just lost it all and started dumping on me everyday, many times a day. She called me every name under the sun, said I am from hell and should not have been born. She called me a devil and Satan’s child. She would scream: “Get lost, I never wanted you”. I had no-one to turn to.

    My father would hear the commotion, storm into the room and start beating me with that whip he fashioned out of leather, even more severely. I was of course guilty. Period. No questions were ever asked. He just laid into me. I was thirteen when, during the same scenario, he came in to beat me and I grabbed a breadknife, threatening to cut his throat if he ever touched me again. He never did again.

    Due to all of this, I was slowly becoming dull and disconnected.

    An accident on a bicycle at age fourteen, landed me in hospital. The silence there, the friendliness of the nurses and the care I received, the wonderful deep sleep during anaesthesia, the cleanliness and the structuredness of the place, et al, made me desperately want to stay there and never go home again. Once home, the daily attacks continued, although sans the beatings.

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  7. Email comment continued:


    I started faking all sorts of problems in order to get back into hospital. I pretended my one hand had gone

    somewhat paralysed. I did this over a period of three years, resulting in having to undergo all sorts of procedures and five operations, including many lumbar punctures, where they also injected some sort of dye into my spine, then used a moving X-ray device that tracked the stain as it flowed around my nerves. I did not care what they did or had to do with me. I desperately wanted the attention, the care, and being away from home. Being hospitalised, was sheer bliss for me.

    I had become psychotic.

    I lost all natural friendliness, spontaneity or caring about others. My entire focus was on myself. I had withdrawn completely into myself. I felt no affinity with anyone else. I had untold anger that was ready to explode instantly. I had become like the person(s) you described. School became hell. I was mocked and teased incessantly. I had hell from teachers. As I have told before, I had episodes where I lost contact with reality, only to find my self floating high up in some sort of spacecraft, safely away from everyone.

    Art, thanks to you and your wonderful discovery, and the dedicated therapists, I AM HEALING......

    It has been a long and difficult journey. I started therapy thirty years ago. The warmth is coming back.

    The ice is melting. I know now, that if I did not have all those procedures, perhaps I might have been just a severely neurotic person, but I was brain-damaged. I believe that brain-damage set in, perhaps early, perhaps later. I can feel the pain in my lower back healing. I can feel the lesions healing in my brain. It might take who-knows how many more years, but at least I am having primals about all of this. There are days and even weeks, where I feel 100% well, until the next round of pain rises.

    So once again Art (never enough), I want to thank you from the very deepest of my being, for saving me from a life of absolute hell.

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  8. I was wondering about all the violence taking place in theaters nowadays by psychotics. I use to have dreams about being in a dark theater and when it was time to go home I suddenly had no transportation and had to walk home in the dark where I was sure someone would jump from behind trees and kill me or "get me."
    I wonder if there is a significance of the dark place, vulnerable for the audience, that has an attraction for the crazed who has externalized a womb trauma, recreating violence that happened during gestation.

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