The Krazy Glue Theory Of Psychoanalysis
The words “I don’t know, what do you think?” are highly predictable for any psychoanalyst to articulate in order to circumvent a patient’s attempt to evoke an answer from their therapist, especially those working with clients who display a perplexing array of symptoms where avoidance and denial are part of the repertoire of a neurotic complex.
Unfortunately, the delusional world of transference and counter-transference, a common occurrence in the artificially created world of therapy, often confounding the original basis for why help is offered: to assist the patient to find the answers for themselves. Slowly unfolding the onion, layer by layer, based on the presumption that the core pathological pattern will reveal itself in a catharsis of self-understanding.
Reflecting about sequestered thought, at best difficult when influenced by the sway of emotional neurosis, ruminations usually relegated by patients convinced they are unimportant, when in fact they are the ideations most important to reveal. Perhaps a painful display of embarrassment suggesting personality is kept together with Krazy Glue: a drop here, there, keeping all the feelings stuck together in a dam of in-congruent clutter. The emotional disarray of the affliction causing one to seek out the aid of a therapist in the first place.
A notable expert who expounded the words “I don’t know, what do you think?”, by portraying her vast expertise in the world of the pathological, was Deeana Troi, Counselor of the USS Enterprise 1701-D. Classically trained in Psychoanalytic Theory, perhaps the School of Neo-Freudians who often claimed eclectic causes for pathological behavior, Counselor Troi held firmly to the notion that the joy in helping someone find themselves is the primary reward. She interpreted through an empathic sense, characteristic of her Betazoid heritage. The words “I don’t know, what do you think?” often frustrated those around her as she approached a sensitive subject, causing the crew to consider beaming her to a planet inhabited solely by Argelian Amoebas. The only advantage having her as a therapist was not paying $250 for a 45 minute session, since money was abolished in the Twenty Fourth Century.
I don’t know, What do you think?