Some Thoughts on Feeling Powerful

The impetus to tackle this vast topic comes from my recent dialogue with a nine-year-old boy who has been preoccupied with power from an early age and has worked diligently to achieve it. From the beginning, he’s had a rich internal life and appreciates an audience who will listen to his stories about it. Furthermore, he excels in karate and academics. Last night he asked me if I had the chance to be president or a master of karate, which would I choose. As a result, I’m inspired to explore the subject of power and offer a few thoughts.

As a psychotherapist-psychoanalyst-psychopharmacologist, with my toolbox of psychodynamics and my knowledge of psychopharmacology or a combination of both, I aim to empower individuals. Therefore, tackling the broad subject is not completely outside my ken.

We first learn about our personal power as toddlers. The toddler learns to say “no.” He has just achieved some kind of awareness that he exists as a separate person. He immediately begins to test the limits of his power. (Because he has no sense of limits or danger, he requires a vast amount of attention to keep him out of trouble.)

I’m a big believer in teaching people how to deal with the power of authority. As a psychotherapist, I hear stories from some who have no awareness of how and when they endanger themselves or their positions when they fail to recognize the power of authority and their vulnerability in the face of certain circumstances. To demonstrate, I share a personal experience.

A few years ago, I was inadvertently exceeding the speed limit on a Virginia highway and was pulled over by a very tall police officer in an Army-green uniform and a matching tall hat. He abruptly demanded that I get out of the car and put my hands high up in the air. Already a middle-aged woman of five feet and less than one hundred pounds, I felt he addressed me with an inappropriate tone of voice. I nearly told him so, but fortunately, quickly assessed the situation. Observing the pistols in their holsters and his hands not far from the triggers, I suppressed my impulse to speak. I don’t remember if he gave me a ticket or not, but I do remember how close I came to challenging his authority. This close encounter helps me empathize and caution others who might be confronted by authority when it is quite clear that they wouldn’t come out on the winning side.

Exercising our personal power follows avenues from innocent to deadly. Annoying another person is a display of rude, petty power. An example comes to mind of my behavior in ninth grade when I flew paper airplanes in algebra class. (The teacher refused to believe that a smart, usually polite student like me could be capable of this behavior.) Why did I “act out,” as we say in psychological terms? Because I was bored, I exercised an inappropriate, disruptive and annoyingly petty show of power. Bullying is another (too prevalent) example of exerting petty power over others out of a sense of powerlessness.

Today’s news reported a man on a motor scooter who rode by some bystanders and intentionally shot his pistol at them, killing one and injuring several others. This destructive power exercised by a desperate, deranged person is an example of someone who feels powerless in his life. Sadly, individuals who maim and/or kill others have gone astray in a society that has failed to recognize, redirect and show them how to achieve a personal sense of positive power.

Personal power implies a modicum of control over our minds, bodies and feelings. As individuals we usually choose to develop one or another brand. We may focus on brain power to become academicians or professionals. Athletes, of course, concentrate on bodily power. Artists and those involved in some kind of creative process hone the power of their feelings. Power over our environment is most highly developed in explorers of land, sea and air. These divisions are artificial: we each exert and integrate varieties of competence.

As I see it, the goal for each and every one of us is to own a sense of personal power without impinging on anyone else. If we do become powerful over others, the ideal goal is to use it constructively: to benefit humanity rather than ruling as a dictator or despot capable of killing to maintain power. Positive power over others is found in our great presidents.

Can we accomplish sufficient power in our lives without injury to others? This complicated question requires thought. For example, banning toxic chemicals to save the earth impinges on the revenue of the manufacturers of these substances. We can hope that these corporations will acknowledge and alter the nature of their products to aide rather than destroy. We can only anticipate that awareness helps us to direct our efforts to harness power in positive directions and minimize its negative potential.

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For Mother’s Day

 

For Mother’s Day

 

My daughter asks what I’d like 

for Mother’s Day. I answer,

“Empathy, Sympathy, Understanding

all those ephemeral essences,

invisible and they take up no space

in my closets or drawers.”

 

She makes a face, almost a grimace.

“But Mom, buying a bouquet of roses

for you would be so much easier.”

Mom would be 106 years old

Dear Readers, My mom would be 106 years old today. Oddly enough, the longer she has been gone,

the more I appreciate her. Today I post a poem I wrote about her a while ago. Tomorrow I will post

a few thoughts about parents and ambivalence. Dear Readers, I would welcome your thoughts on the

 topic of our mixed feelings toward our parents. 

Raisins

On the lucky grammar school days, 

I found a little box of raisins

in my lunch bag packed by Mom

On the red box, the picture 

of the sun-maiden shone. 

She always wore a white apron 

and flashed a peaceful smile

as if to radiate the warmth

of the star that nurtures each one

of us and all the raisins in the world 

Mom passed on fourteen years ago

to this day. So, it is natural that I think

of her in this way. I think too 

about how we’re cut from the mother- 

cord of flesh and blood

while the grape is yanked 

from the mother vine of wood. 

What a treat, each raisin sucked

then chewed. Of course, I always 

wanted more of them. 

Don’t we always want 

More of any sweet fruit? 

But Mom sensibly warned 

that one box was enough. 

More lead to pain and sorrow

The sweetness held in these 

wrinkled skins once smooth 

now enhanced by sun and age. 

Oh, to see myself as one 

who harbors some sweet-secrets

A shriveled mortal morsel, passing

through nature’s order and disorder

that comes with time, the view 

from inside and outside our skins.

detached, we shrivel too to be boxed

and consumed by earth’s ravenous hunger

                

 

Paradox and Creative Psychotherapy

 

We're born as the most helpless animals and become the most accomplished.

 

Paradox pervades our daily life, and yet we rarely acknowledge it/take it into account. To define it, a paradox is a statement that embodies two concepts that seem to contradict (even violate) each other but nonetheless are true. 

 

On a grand scale: the statement that “we both enhance and destroy our planet” is an earth-shattering paradox of which to take note.

For instance, creativity and destruction are inherent in our existence.  We deconstruct the old to create the new, as in an artistic advancement. For example, at the beginning of the twentieth century, the Spanish painter and sculptor Pablo Picasso broke the former rules to create his new art forms, and the Russian composer Igor Stravinsky transformed the realm of music in his novel composition, “Rite of Spring.” 

 

In a recent uplifting movie, “A Man Called Otto,” a paradoxical transformation occurs. Otto, a troubled soul determined to be nasty at every chance he gets, grumbles and growls at people and animals. Nothing pleases him. He resolves to end his miserable life, but each attempt he makes is interrupted by some amusing event that summons him back to living. A charming Hispanic neighbor named Marisol moves across the street and appeals to him for help in several ways. She, in turn, is a very giving person who clearly grasps the give and take of human relationships. 

The dynamics between her and Otto are especially delightful to me, because I had to learn this vital equation in early adulthood. As the oldest of five children, born to a gifted but overwhelmed mother (the seismologist Ruth B. Simon), I perceived myself as mom’s helper, as a giver. But my mind blocked out the other side of the equation, that I was also a receiver of care.

 

In the relationship with Marisol, Otto is transformed. Ironically, he changes from the most self-absorbed, nasty individual to the most giving. (I won’t spoil the movie by revealing the end which is also a paradox, a mixed message of loss and gain.) 

 

The film helps to introduce the subject of paradox in the process of psychotherapy. In psychotherapy, we study the evolution of human relationships that are uprooted/destroyed in the hopes of uncovering new or modified perceptions. 

 

Like an artistic endeavor, it is a creative process. We are molding a different self, and actually if we tune in to our daily happenings to examine our responses/reactions to them, we open the possibility for reframing our perceptions and ourselves. For example, as a client raged about how his family stunted his psychological development, he remembered that they sent him to a good college, an experience that greatly expanded his knowledge of the world. He began to realize that, although his parents had damaged him, they had also nurtured him. 

 

Juxtaposing the two sides of reality is a creative act. The opposite psychological process, or “splitting,” involves seeing the world as all “good” or all “bad.” Splitting is like traveling through a narrow tunnel in which the only source of light is straight ahead. Alternatively, when we are able to juxtapose the negative and positive in relationships and situations, we see the complexity and expansiveness, similar to crossing a bridge when we are surrounded by light from all directions. Clearly, the view from the bridge offers a greater perspective of the world than traveling through a narrow tunnel. 

 

Conclusion: As a creative act, the psychotherapeutic process breaks down some aspects of our former self to create (or mold) one that perceives our relationships and our world with greater understanding.

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Jane Simon, M.D. 

Conscious Eating (Quality and Quantity)

 

What does “dieting” really mean? We think of a diet as equivalent to restriction and are turned off by the idea of deprivation. (I haven’t yet met a human who cherishes the thought of any kind of deprivation).

 

But in a broader sense, we’re always following one diet or another; diet simply means what we eat, whether we indulge in a diet heavy in pizza or a healthier one (without an overload of carbohydrates) and select one rich in vegetables.

 

We humans complicate the matter of good nutrition. The subject intrigues us. Innumerable books have been written and sold resulting in millions of dollars pocketed by authors. And yet, I contend the matter is simple, but requires the old-fashioned concept of discipline. Discipline is another bane of our existence. We yearn for freedom while discipline requires attention and conscious choice: to do or not to do (which in itself, could be viewed as a kind of limited freedom). Either I eat this orange or I eat this slice of pizza. It is that simple.

 

If one wants to lose weight or maintain a healthy weight one eats more vegetables, fresh fruits and sources of lean protein (fish, chicken, eggs, beans, ow-fat yogurt and less beef and pork and cheese) and eliminates bread, pizza, cake, cookies and ice cream. 

An occasional hunger pang is okay. An occasional treat is too, as long as one defines it as such.

 

No one is perfect. I made a mistake yesterday morning. I make my own oatmeal cookies because I have a sweet tooth and include healthy ingredients, very little butter or sweetening (honey), one egg and lots of oatmeal, whole wheat flour and wheat germ, golden raisins and chopped walnuts. This batch as usual was delicious. But I could not stop eating and demolished more than half. I told myself the ingredients are healthy but the matter also involves quantity and I had overdosed. Suddenly I realized I had behaved as a person with an eating disorder! I observed honestly, without berating myself, and determined to reform. I simply cut down on the calories for the remainder of the day. In brief, no one is perfect. If one falls off the horse, follow the old adage, get back on again.

 

I’ve added the photo of my first attempt at making huevos rancheros for a Sunday breakfast that includes a well-balanced amount of protein (eggs, vegetarian chile, and a sprinkle of Monterey Jack cheese) vegetables, tomatoes and guacamole and grated onion and for carbohydrate, corn tortillas. (What’s missing is a dollop of low-fat sour cream.)

 

Conclusion: A diet is simple but discipline (which includes honesty) is essential.

 

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Miners

Shrinks aren’t head-shrinkers

we are miners

treasuring the ore

of stories and memories

To Save the World This is All we Need

 

(Some Thoughts after reading the Obituary of Poet 

Bernadette Mayer, WSJ, December 10, 2022, p. B14 )

 

 

 

We come in all sizes and flavors

pigtailed or well-coiffed, etc., etc.

Our nationalities are many 

and to save our world

We simply have to recognize

that everyone needs to be seen

that everyone needs to be heard

that everyone needs some kind

of appreciation for who they are

for what they stand for

and hope to sort out

creativity from destructiveness

to share our thoughts and feelings

our gripes and delights

to open our ears and sights

to the possibilities of beauty

and ugliness in the nature of 

our being and to capitalize

on the beauty, to minimize the ugly

and to hear what is there 

as well as what is not there

and to love and love and love

which means connecting

and appreciating something 

within the heart and soul  

of each one of us