THE OBJECTIVIST PSYCHOLOGISTS AND ME
5/28/08 8:20 PM – personal reflections:
While I was jogging just now I thought of posting this. And realized that what this new thread and post reveals about my pratfalls, insensitivities, and lack of awareness is really going to make me look stupid. But that's ok - it hasn't ever stopped me before and it is what it is. (I’m just going to let it flow and not edit.)
On another thread several of the New York psychologists and psychotherapists were mentioned, such as Allan Blumenthal and Lonnie Leonard. Omitted was Edith Packer. I knew them all and saw them all (either individually, or in the case of Blumenthal, in "group") and spent enormous numbers of hours with each of the three of them. As a paid student or client.
Probably why I haven't written about my experiences with them before is because I simply have not retained and 'filed' my experiences in any organized fashion. I haven’t had as much to say as I have on topics more distant from my personal life and inner psychological workings.
I came down from the north to New York after exiting grad school to take Peikoff’s courses and meet other Objectivists and be around people, all kinds of people. I had missed NBI, it had been closed for years. I quickly got involved in all the “psychology” that was going on and which was the main form of activity in the Objectivist universe centered in Manhattan. In retrospect, that was an enormously healthy thing. Psychology is a good real world complement to all the philosophy course. Very grounded.
Unfortunately, I was not very grounded. In the decade of my twenties was a little Platonist in many ways. With an enormously high IQ, and great academic and theoretic and logic-chopping abilities, the highest SAT scores in years? decades? at my small public high school, I could grasp a blackboard full of equations in an instant. Unfortunately, again, I was dumb as a mudflap when it came to people. All the brilliance in academic issues, but extremely almost retarded in understanding what a glance meant. I often couldn’t have told if a woman was interested or what a remark meant unless I sat down and reflected on it laboriously for hours. Or if someone was hostile or wanted to be my friend.
An idiot savant, the most obvious common sense things would totally escape me.
Phil: “I saw her at the Peikoff lectures. We had been so close and had had such a great date, but now she was grimacing and seeming preoccupied during the break. She didn’t really want to talk and kept on throwing a little rubber ball up the escalator and watching it come down. I’ve thought of different possible explanations for her odd actions, but haven’t been able to come to a conclusion. Maybe someone was sick in her family...”
Lonnie Leonard: [Interrupting] “Why didn’t you ask her?”
Phil: “Oh!! . . . I never thought of that!!
Lonnie Leonard: “Phil, the answer to questions is out there. It’s not in your head. If you want to know what is going on, your source of information is often right in front of you . . . . . .”
I have the sense that there were dozens of similar occasions in which Dr. Leonard or Dr. Blumenthal or Edith (I felt closer to her, not a distant authority figure, so I use her first name ... I also knew her much longer, and she seemed more like a friend, which is nothing against the two men) patiently explained the obvious to me, tried to make me into an empiricist, someone ‘in the moment’, not in my own head, not a Platonic theorizer or deducer.
As far as the actual therapy is concerned, as far as curing my neuroses or improving social skills and helpint me to introspect, go back into my childhood and who I was and what I thought and my self-image then before reading Rand, their success was limited.
I think the fault was largely mine. I don’t normally feel much guilt, but in the area of getting in touch with my own psychology, that’s the area where I feel I should have done more than I’ve done. I still have gray areas which I’m not even fully aware of. I don’t remember huge areas of my childhood. “Phil, what was your first series of conscious memories in your life?” “I just remember places and what the house looked like.” “Is there one big memory or series of events from before Kindergarten?” “I remember riding my bicycle down a central median full of trees.” “How did you feel toward your father, then?” “I dunno. I don’t remember feeling things then.” “Wasn’t he stationed overseas for years at a time?“. “Yes.”
Dr. B tended to be more theoretical and abstract. “This week we are going to list and discuss Defense Mechanisms and Defense Values as mechanisms in human beings.” I got all this stuff, but it wasn’t what I needed. Dr. L and Edith were much more Aristotelian and down to earth. What happened yesterday? How did you react and feel? Why did you do that? Let me explain why it’s inappropriate or why you totally blanked on what was going on around you....”
It was as though it took years and session after session to make this immature, post-adolescent, egghead kid into an Aristotelian not a rationalist and a Platonist. And that had to be done before I was even in the right universe to begin to help me peek under the shadows, shine a light on all the stuff I’d repressed, forgotten, or simply innocently had go over my head.
Another example of my emotionally – socially – psychologically retarded state. I didn’t have my first serious girl friend till I moved to New York. I’d spent my time running track or with my head buried in math books even through college although I’d started to be interested in philosophy and bull sessions about it after reading Rand during that period: “After we’d had sex, instead of my walking home to my apartment, she wanted me to –sleep- with her.” “Hadn’t you just done that.” “No, sleep. As in spend the night lying next to each other. In the same bed. I told her it seemed odd and I wanted to go home.”
I didn’t even have the concept of closeness, of intimacy! I wondered what would be fun about doing that. (Now I understand what an idiot I was and that there’s something very wrong with a romantic relationship which doesn’t want or seek or need that kind of closeness, the physical touching, the intimacy involved in falling asleep with your arms around someone . . . and how that’s one of the great pleasures of life.) My girlfriend was not an Objectivist, by the way, had just about *zero* interest in philosophy, just about as far from an egghead as you can get – the opposite of me – but she, while not a soulmate ultimately, was a perfect match for me in this regard. And I shocked myself by being completely and utterly comfortable with someone spontaneous, ‘arty’, and emotional who bluntly told me she would have viewed discussing epistemology as arcane water torture. [As the Tom Cruise movie says, she –completed- me. And I gave herf a certain reliability and steadiness and thoughtfulness she hadn’t had in her giddy and much more social life.]
[[ My girlfriend, who patiently had to explain the most obvious things about relationships to me (with some help from Edith in our sessions), told me three years later, when we broke up, “boy, Philip, I sure improved you for the next woman!!” :-) ]]
Conclusion, at least so far:
I guess a point, a lesson I’d like to draw here is that these years of focusing on introspection and self-awareness and social and relationship issues have given me a certain humility about myself and about how we all screw up and have blind spots which a pure exposure to Objectivism only thru the philosophy would not have done. And when I read from posters on these lists and talk to people at conferences, I see them making the same grotesque, blind, solipsistic mistakes that I made (or in some cases didn’t make –- like constant moral condemnations, cliquism—I never tried much to fit in, or psychologizing -- I wasn’t a *total* basket case and I think a saving grace is I always had benevolent and positive instincts).
I moved from being on the Platonic to the Aristotelian sector in our movement. And to knowing much more about the blind-spot areas I mentioned (though I still have ‘miles to go before I sleep and promises to –myself- to keep’.) And my posts and lectures and intellectual interests, if they have a theme, is to constantly swat down Platonism, psychologizing, tunnel-vision and the like. Diplomatically sometimes, undiplomatically and bluntly other times. I’ve appreciated being treated frankly and bluntly by Drs. B, L, E ...and by Peikoff... over the years. And tried to learn without chagrin or ego problems from someone who knows more than I.
[Ok, that's quite enough – it’s taken me close to an hour to write this “diary entry” - 5/28/08 9:11 PM]
