Concluding Comments
It may strike the reader as very strange to see three such
dissimilar life histories placed side by side (Christiane F., a drug
addict; Adolf Hitler; Jürgen Bartsch, a child murderer). But it was
because of this very dissimilarity that I selected and juxtaposed these
figures, for, in spite of their differences, they share certain features
common to many other people as well.
- In all three cases we find extreme destructiveness. Christiane F.
directed it against herself, Adolf Hitler against his real and imagined
enemies, and Jürgen Bartsch against little boys, in whom he was
repeatedly murdering himself while at the same time taking the lives of
others.
- I interpret this destructiveness as the discharge of long-pent-up
childhood hatred and its displacement onto other objects or onto the self.
- As children, all three were severely mistreated and subjected to
humiliation, not only in isolated instances but on a regular basis. From
earliest childhood, they grew up in a climate of cruelty.
- The healthy, normal reaction to such treatment would be
narcissistic rage of extreme intensity. But because of the authoritarian
form of child-rearing practiced by all three families, this rage had to
be sharply suppressed.
- In their entire childhood and youth, none of the three had an
adult to whom they could confide their feelings, especially their
feelings of hatred. (Christiane is an exception here insofar as she did
meet two people during puberty to whom she could talk.)
- All three persons described here felt a strong urge to communicate
their suffering to the world, to express themselves in some way. They
all showed a special talent for verbal expression.
- Since the path to safe, verbal communication based on a feeling of
trust was blocked for them, the only way they were able to communicate
with the world was by means of unconscious enactment.
- Not until the end of the drama is reached do these enactments
awaken in the world feelings of shock and horror. The public at large
unfortunately, does not experience such intense feelings upon hearing
reports of battered children.
- It lies in the nature of these people's repetition compulsion that
they succeeded in winning undivided public attention with their
enactments--enactments that ultimately led, however, to their own
downfall. Similarly, a child who is beaten regularly also succeeds in
winning attention, albeit in the baleful form of physical punishment.
- All three received affection only as their parents' self-objects
and property, but never for their own sakes. The longing for affection,
coupled with the eruption of destructive feelings from childhood,
brought about their fateful enactments during puberty and adolescence.
(In Hitler's case, these enactments filled an entire lifetime.)
The three people described here are not only individuals but also
representatives of certain groups. We can better understand these groups
(for example, drug addicts, delinquents, suicides, terrorists, or even a
certain type of politician) if we trace the fate of an individual back
to the concealed tragedy of his or her childhood. The many and varied
enactments of such people are essentially a crying out for
understanding, but in a way that assures them of anything but society's
sympathy. It is part of the tragic nature of the repetition compulsion
that someone who hopes eventually to find a better world than the one he
or she experienced as a child in fact keeps creating instead the same
undesired state of affairs.
When a person cannot talk about the cruelty endured as a child because
it was experienced so early that it is beyond the reach of memory, then
he or she must demonstrate cruelty. Christiane does this by
self-destructiveness, the others by seeking out victims. For those who
have children, these victims are automatically provided, and the
demonstration can take place with impunity and without drawing public
attention. But if one is childless, as in Hitler's case, the suppressed
hatred may be vented upon millions of human beings, and the victims as
well as the judges will confront such bestiality without an inkling as
to its origins. Several decades have passed since Hitler conceived the
idea of destroying human beings like vermin, and in the meantime the
techniques required for such a project have certainly been perfected to
the highest degree. Thus, it is all the more crucial for us to keep pace
with this development by increasing our understanding of the sources of
such intense and insatiable hatred as Hitler's. For, with all due
respect for historical, sociological, and economic explanations, the
official who turns on the gas to asphyxiate children and the person who
conceived this are human beings and were once children themselves. Until
the general public becomes aware that countless children are subjected
to soul murder every day and that society as a whole must suffer as a
result, we are groping in a dark labyrinth--in spite of all our
well-meaning efforts to bring about disarmament among nations.
When I was planning the major portion of this book, I had no idea that
it would lead me to questions concerning world peace. Originally, my
sole concern was to inform parents of what I had learned about pedagogy
in my twenty years of psychoanalytic practice. Because I did not want to
write about my patients, I chose people who were already known to the
public. Writing, however, resembles an adventure-filled journey whose
destination is unknown at the outset. Therefore, if I have touched on
matters of war and peace, it is only peripherally, for these matters far
exceed my competence. But my study of Hitler's life, the psychoanalytic
attempt to understand his later actions as an outgrowth of the
degradation and humiliation he suffered as a child, was not without its
consequences. It inevitably brought me to the topic of the search for
peace. What emerged has its pessimistic as well as its optimistic
implications.
I designate as pessimistic the thought that we are far more dependent
than our pride would like to admit on individual human beings (and not
only on institutions!), for a single person can gain control over the
masses if he learns to use to his own advantage the system under which
they were raised. People who have been "pedagogically" manipulated as
children are not aware as adults of all that can be done to them. Like
the individual authoritarian father, leader figures, in whom the masses
see their own father, actually embody the avenging child who needs the
masses for his own purposes (of revenge). And this second form of
dependence--the dependence of the "great leader" on his childhood, on
the unpredictable nature of the unintegrated, enormous potential for
hatred within him--is decidedly a very great danger.
The optimistic aspects of my investigations must not be overlooked,
however. In all I have read in recent years about the childhood of
criminals, even of mass murderers, I have been unable to find anywhere
the beast, the evil child whom pedagogues believe they must educate to
be "good." Everywhere I find defenseless children who were mistreated in
the name of child-rearing, and often for the sake of the highest ideals.
My optimism is based on the hope that public opinion will no longer
tolerate the cover-up of child abuse in the name of child-rearing, once
it has been recognized that:
- Child-rearing is basically directed not toward the child's welfare
but toward satisfying the parents' needs for power and revenge.
- Not only the individual child is affected; we can all become
future victims of this mistreatment.
Steps on the Path to
Reconciliation: Anxiety,
Anger, and Sorrow--
but No Guilt Feelings
Unintentional Cruelty Hurts, Too
When we examine the child-rearing literature of the past
two hundred years, we discover the methods that have systematically been
used to make it impossible for children to realize and later to remember
the way they were actually treated by their parents. Why are the old
methods of child raising still so widely employed today? This is a
mystery I have tried to understand and explain from the perspective of
the compulsive repetition of the exercise of power. Contrary to popular
opinion, the injustice, humiliation, mistreatment, and coercion a person
has experienced are not without consequences. The tragedy is that the
effects of mistreatment are transmitted to new and innocent victims,
even though the victims themselves do not remember the mistreatment on a
conscious level.
How can this vicious circle be broken? Religion says we must forgive the
injustice we suffered, only then will we be free to love and be purged
of hatred. This is correct as far as it goes, but how do we find the
path to true forgiveness? Can we speak of forgiveness if we hardly know
what was actually done to us and why? And that is the situation we all
found ourselves in as children. We could not grasp why we were being
humiliated, brushed aside, intimidated, laughed at, treated like an
object, played with like a doll or brutally beaten (or both). What is
more, we were not even allowed to be aware that all this was happening
to us, for any mistreatment was held up to us as being necessary for our
own good. Even the most clever child cannot see through such a lie if it
comes from the mouths of his beloved parents, who after all show him
other, loving sides as well. He has to believe that the way he is being
treated is truly right and good for him, and he will not hold it against
his parents. But then as an adult he will act the same way toward his
own children in an attempt to prove to himself that his parents behaved
correctly toward him.
Isn't this what most religions mean by "forgiveness": to chastise
children "lovingly" in the tradition of the fathers and to raise them to
respect their parents? But forgiveness which is based on denial of the
truth and which uses a defenseless child as an outlet for resentment is
not true forgiveness; that is why hatred is not vanquished by religions
in this manner but, on the contrary, is unwittingly exacerbated. The
child's intense anger at the parents, being strictly forbidden, is
simply deflected onto other people and onto himself, but not done away
with. Instead, because it is permissible to discharge this anger onto
one's own children, it spreads over the entire world like a plague. For
this reason we should not be surprised that there are religious wars,
although such a phenomenon should actually be a contradiction in terms.
Genuine forgiveness does not deny anger but faces it head-on. If I can
feel outrage at the injustice I have suffered, can recognize my
persecution as such, and can acknowledge and hate my persecutor for what
he or she has done, only then will the way to forgiveness be open to me.
Only if the history of abuse in earliest childhood can be uncovered will
the repressed anger, rage, and hatred cease to be perpetuated. Instead,
they will be transformed into sorrow and pain at the fact that things
had to be that way. As a result of this pain, they will give way to
genuine understanding, the understanding of an adult who now has gained
insight into his or her parents' childhood and finally, liberated from
his own hatred, can experience genuine, mature sympathy. Such
forgiveness cannot be coerced by rules and commandments; it is
experienced as a form of grace and appears spontaneously when a
repressed (because forbidden) hatred no longer poisons the soul. The sun
does not need to be told to shine. When the clouds part, it simply
shines. But it would be a mistake to say that the clouds are not in the
way if they are indeed there.
If an adult has been fortunate enough to get back to the sources of the
specific injustice he suffered in his childhood and experience it on a
conscious level, then in time he will realize on his own--preferably
without the aid of any pedagogical or religious exhortations--that in
most cases his parents did not torment or abuse him for their own
pleasure or out of sheer strength and vitality but because they could
not help it, since they were once victims themselves and thus believed
in traditional methods of child-rearing.
It is very difficult for people to believe the simple fact that every
persecutor was once a victim . Yet it should be very obvious that
someone who was allowed to feel free and strong from childhood does not
have the need to humiliate another person. In Paul Klee's Diaries we
find the following anecdote.
From time to time, I played tricks on a little girl who was not pretty
and who wore braces to correct her crooked legs. I regarded her whole
family, and in particular the mother, as very inferior people. I would
present myself at the high court, pretending to be a good boy, and beg
to be allowed to take the little darling for a walk. For a while we'd
walk peaceably hand in hand; then, perhaps in the nearby field where
potato plants were blooming and June bugs were all over, or perhaps even
sooner, we would start walking single file. At the right moment I'd give
my protégée a slight push. The poor thing would fall, and I'd bring her
back in tears to her mother, explaining with an innocent air: "She fell
down." I played this trick more than once, without Frau Enger's ever
suspecting the truth. I must have gauged her correctly. (Age five or six)
No doubt, little Paul was repeating something here that was done to him,
probably by his father. There is only one brief passage about his father
in the Diaries:
For a long time I trusted my papa implicitly and regarded his words
(Papa can do anything) as gospel. The only thing I couldn't bear was his
teasing. On one occasion, thinking I was
alone, I was playing make-believe. I was interrupted by a sudden amused
"hmpf!" which hurt my feelings. It was not the only time I was to hear
this "hmpf!"
Mockery from a beloved and admired person is always painful, and we can
imagine that little Paul was deeply wounded by this treatment.
It would be wrong to say that, because we understand its origins, the
harm we compulsively inflict on another person does not cause harm and
that little Paul did not hurt the girl. To recognize this makes the
tragedy visible but at the same time offers the possibility for change.
The realization that even with the best will in the world we are not
omnipotent, that we are subject to compulsions, and that we cannot love
our child in the way we would like may lead to sorrow but should not
awaken guilt feelings, because the latter imply a power and freedom we
do not have. Burdened by guilt feelings ourselves, we will also burden
our children with guilt feelings and tie them to us for a lifetime. By
means of our mourning, we can set our children free.
Distinguishing between mourning and guilt feelings might also help to
break the silence between the generations on the subject of the crimes
of the Nazi period. Mourning is the opposite of feeling guilt; it is an
expression of pain that things happened as they did and that there is no
way to change the past. We can share this pain with our children without
having to feel ashamed; guilt feelings are something we try to repress
or shift to our children or both.
Since sorrow reactivates numbed feelings, it can enable young people to
realize what their parents once inflicted on them in the well-meaning
attempt to train them to be obedient from an early age. This can lead to
an eruption of justifiable anger and to the painful recognition that
one's own parents, who are already over fifty, are still defending their
old principles, are unable to understand the anger of their grown child,
and are hurt and wounded by reproaches. Then the child wishes he or she
could take back what has been said and undo all that has happened;
because now the old familiar fears that these reproaches will send the
parents to their graves return. If children are told early and often
enough, "You'll be the death of me yet," these words remain with them
all their life.
And yet, even if a person is once again left alone with this awakened
anger because his aging parents can bear it just as little as before,
the mere admission of this feeling to consciousness can lead out of the
dead end of self-alienation. Then at long last the true child, the
healthy child, can live, the child who finds it impossible to understand
why his parents are hurting him and at the same time forbidding him to
cry, weep, or even speak in his pain. The gifted child who adapts to
parental demands always tries to understand this absurdity and will
accept it as a matter of course. But he has to pay for this
pseudo-understanding with his feelings and his sensitivity to his own
needs, i.e., with his authentic self. This is why access to the normal,
angry, uncomprehending, and rebellious child he once was had previously
been blocked off. When this child within the adult is liberated, he will
discover his vital roots and strength.
To be free to express resentment dating back to early childhood does not
mean that one now becomes a resentful person, but rather the exact
opposite. For the very reason that one is permitted to experience these
feelings that were directed against the parents, one does not have to
use surrogate figures for purposes of abreaction. Only hatred felt for
surrogates is endless and insatiable--as we saw in the case of Adolf
Hitler--because on a conscious level the feeling is separated from the
person against whom it was originally directed.
For these reasons I believe that the free expression of resentment
against one's parents represents a great opportunity. It provides access
to one's true self, reactivates numbed feelings, opens the way for
mourning and--with luck--reconciliation. In any case, it is an essential
part of the process of psychic healing. But anyone who thinks that I am
reproaching these aging parents would be misunderstanding my meaning
completely. I have neither the right nor the grounds to do so. I was not
their child, was not compelled by them to be silent, was not raised by
them, and--as an adult--know that they, like all parents, could do no
differently than behave the way they did.
Because I encourage the child within the adult to acknowledge his
feelings, including his resentment, but do not absolve him from these
feelings, and because I do not place blame on the parents, I apparently
create difficulties for many of my readers. It would be so much simpler
to say it is all the child's fault, or the parents', or the blame can be
divided. This is exactly what I don't want to do, because as an adult I
know it is not a question of blame but of not being able to do any
differently. Children cannot understand this, however, and they fall ill
in the attempt to do so because of a lack of access to their feelings.
Only if the child in the adult suspends his futile attempt to understand
can he begin to feel his pain. I believe that the children of those
adults who finally dare to face their feelings will benefit as a result.
Perhaps even this explanation cannot clear up the misunderstandings that
frequently arise in this connection, for they are not rooted in the
intellect. If someone learned from an early age to feel guilty for
everything and to regard his parents as beyond reproach, my ideas will
of necessity cause him feelings of anxiety and guilt. We can see just
how strong his attitude, instilled at an early age, is by observing
older people. As soon as they find themselves in a situation of physical
helplessness and dependence, they may feel guilty for every little thing
and may even regard their grown children as stern judges, providing the
children are no longer submissive as they once were. As a result, the
grown children feel they have to spare their parents out of
considerateness, and the fear of hurting them condemns the children to
silence once again.
Since many psychologists never had the opportunity to free themselves
from this fear and to find out that parents need not die if they hear
the truth about their child, they will be inclined to encourage a
"reconciliation" between patients and parents as quickly as possible. If
the underlying rage has not been experienced, however, the
reconciliation is an illusory one. It will only cover over the rage that
has been bottled up unconsciously or has been directed against others
and will reinforce the patient's false self, even at the expense of his
children, who will certainly sense the parent's true feelings. And yet,
in spite of these impediments, there are an increasing number of books
in which young people confront their parents more freely and openly and
honestly than was previously possible. This fact awakens hope that
critical writers will produce critical readers who will refuse to allow
themselves to be made to feel guilty (or more guilty) by the "poisonous
pedagogy" to be found in the professional literature (in the areas of
education, psychology, ethics, or biography).
Sylvia Plath: An Example of Forbidden Suffering
You ask me why I spend my life writing?
Do I find entertainment?
Is it worthwhile?
Above all, does it pay?
If not, then, is there a reason?...
I write only because
There is a voice within me
That will not be still.
SYLVIA PLATH
Every life and every childhood is filled with frustrations; we cannot
imagine it otherwise, for even the best mother cannot satisfy all her
child's wishes and needs. It is not the suffering caused by frustration,
however, that leads to emotional illness but rather the fact that the
child is forbidden by the parents to experience and articulate this
suffering, the pain felt at being wounded; usually the purpose of this
prohibition is to protect the parents' defense mechanisms. Adults are
free to hurl reproaches at God, at fate, at the authorities, or at
society if they are deceived, ignored, punished unjustly, confronted
with excessive demands, or lied to. Children are not allowed to reproach
their gods--their parents and teachers. By no means are they allowed to
express their frustrations. Instead, they must repress or deny their
emotional reactions, which build up inside until adulthood, when they
are finally discharged, but not on the object that caused them. The
forms this discharge may take range from persecuting their own children
by the way they bring them up, to all possible degrees of emotional
illness, to addiction, criminality, and even suicide.
The most acceptable and profitable form this discharge can take for
society is literature, because this does not burden anyone with guilt
feelings. In this medium the author is free to make every possible
reproach, since here it can be attributed to a fictitious person. An
illustration is the life of Sylvia Plath, for in her case, along with
her poetry and the fact of her psychotic breakdown as well as her later
suicide, there are also the personal statements she makes in her letters
and the comments by her mother. The tremendous pressure she felt to
achieve and the constant stress she was under are always emphasized when
Sylvia's suicide is discussed. Her mother, too, points this out
repeatedly, for parents of suicidal people understandably try to
restrict themselves to external causes, since their guilt feelings stand
in the way of their seeing the situation for what it actually is and of
their experiencing grief.
Sylvia Plath's life was no more difficult than that of millions of
others. Presumably as a result of her sensitivity, she suffered much
more intensely than most people from the frustrations of childhood, but
she experienced joy more intensely also. Yet the reason for her despair
was not her suffering but the impossibility of communicating her
suffering to another person. In all her letters she assures her mother
how well she is doing. The suspicion that her mother did not release
negative letters for publication overlooks the deep tragedy of Plath's
life. This tragedy (and the explanation for her suicide as well) lies in
the very fact that she could not have written any other kind of letters,
because her mother needed reassurance, or because Sylvia at any rate
believed that her mother would not have been able to live without this
reassurance. Had Sylvia been able to write aggressive and unhappy
letters to her mother, she would not have had to commit suicide. Had her
mother been able to experience grief at her inability to comprehend the
abyss that was her daughter's life, she never would have published the
letters, because the assurances they contained of how well things were
going for her daughter would have been too painful to bear. Aurelia
Plath is unable to mourn over this because she has guilt feelings, and
the letters serve her as proof of her innocence. The following passage
from Letters Home provides an example of her rationalization.
The following poem, written at the age of fourteen, was inspired by the
accidental blurring of a pastel still-life Sylvia had just completed and
stood up on the porch table to show us. As Warren, Grammy, and I were
admiring it, the doorbell rang. Grammy took off her apron, tossed it on
the table, and went to answer the call, her apron brushing against the
pastel, blurring part of it. Grammy was grieved. Sylvia, however, said
lightly, "Don't worry; I can patch it up." That night she wrote her
first poem containing tragic undertones.
I THOUGHT THAT I COULD NOT BE HURT
I thought that I could not be hurt;
I thought that I must surely be
impervious to suffering--
immune to mental pain
or agony.
My world was warm with April sun
my thoughts were spangled green and gold;
my soul filled up with joy, yet felt
the sharp, sweet pain that only joy
can hold.
My spirit soared above the gulls
that, swooping breathlessly so high
o'erhead, now seem to brush their whirring
wings against the blue roof of
the sky.
(How frail the human heart must be--
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing--
a fragile, shining instrument
of crystal, which can either weep,
or sing.)
Then, suddenly my world turned gray,
and darkness wiped aside my joy.
A dull and aching void was left
where careless hands had reached out to
destroy
my silver web of happiness.
The hands then stopped in wonderment,
for, loving me, they wept to see
the tattered ruins of my firma-
ment.
(How frail the human heart must be--
a mirrored pool of thought. So deep
and tremulous an instrument
of glass that it can either sing,
or weep.)
Her English teacher, Mr. Crockett, showed this to a colleague, who said,
"Incredible that one so young could have experienced anything so
devastating." When I repeated Mr. Crockett's account of this
conversation to me, Sylvia smiled impishly, saying, "Once a poem is made
available to the public, the right of interpretation belongs to the reader."
If a sensitive child like Sylvia Plath intuits that it is essential for
her mother to interpret the daughter's pain only as the consequence of a
picture being damaged and not as a consequence of the destruction of her
daughter's self and its expression--symbolized in the fate of the
pastel--the child will do her utmost to hide her authentic feelings from
the mother. The letters are testimony of the false self she constructed
(whereas her true self is speaking in The Bell Jar). With the
publication of the letters, her mother erects an imposing monument to
her daughter's false self.
We can learn from this example what suicide really is: the only possible
way to express the true self--at the expense of life itself. Many
parents are like Sylvia's mother. They desperately try to behave
correctly toward their child, and in their child's behavior they seek
reassurance that they are good parents. The attempt to be an ideal
parent, that is, to behave correctly toward the child, to raise her
correctly, not to give too little or too much, is in essence an attempt
to be the ideal child -- well behaved and dutiful -- of one's own parents.
But as a result of these efforts the needs of the child go unnoticed.
I cannot listen to my child with empathy if I am inwardly preoccupied
with being a good mother; I cannot be open to what she is telling me.
This can be observed in various parental attitudes.
Frequently, parents will not be aware of their child's narcissistic
wounds; they do not notice them because they learned, from the time they
were little, not to take them seriously in themselves. It may be the
case that they are aware of them but believe it is better for the
child not to become aware. They will try to talk her out of many of
her early perceptions and make her forget her earliest experiences, all
in the belief that this is for the child's own good, for they think that
she could not bear to know the truth and would fall ill as a result.
That it is just the other way around, that the child suffers precisely
because the truth is concealed, they do not see. This was strikingly
illustrated in the case of a little baby with a severe birth defect who,
from the time she was born, had to be tied down at feeding time and fed
in a manner that resembled torture. The mother later tried to keep this
"secret" from her grown daughter, in order to "spare" her from something
that had already happened. She was therefore unable to help her
acknowledge to herself this early experience, which was expressing
itself through various symptoms.
Whereas the first attitude is based entirely on the repression of one's
own childhood experiences, the second one also includes the absurd hope
that the past can be corrected by remaining silent about it.
In the first case we encounter the principle, "What must not be cannot
be," and in the second, "If we don't talk about what happened, then it
didn't happen."
The malleability of a sensitive child is nearly boundless, permitting
all these parental demands to be absorbed by the psyche. The child can
adapt perfectly to them, and yet something remains, which we might call
body knowledge, that allows the truth to manifest itself in physical
illnesses or sensations, and sometimes also in dreams. If a psychosis or
neurosis develops, this is yet another way of letting the soul speak,
albeit in a form that no one can understand and that becomes as much of
a burden, to the affected person--and to society--as his or her
childhood reactions to the traumata suffered had been to the parents.
As I have repeatedly stressed, it is not the trauma itself that is the
source of illness but the unconscious, repressed, hopeless despair over
not being allowed to give expression to what one has suffered and the
fact that one is not allowed to show and is unable to experience
feelings of rage, anger, humiliation, despair, helplessness, and
sadness. This causes many people to commit suicide because life no
longer seems worth living if they are totally unable to live out all
these strong feelings that are part of their true self. Naturally, we
cannot require parents to face something they are unable to face, but we
can keep confronting them with the knowledge that it was not suffering
per se that made their child ill but its repression, which was essential
for the sake of the parents. I have found that this knowledge often
provides parents with an "aha!" experience that opens up for them the
possibility of mourning, thus helping to reduce their guilt feelings.
Pain over the frustration one has suffered is nothing to be ashamed of,
nor is it harmful. It is a natural, human reaction. However, if it is
verbally or nonverbally forbidden or even stamped out by force and by
beatings, as it is in "poisonous pedagogy," then natural development is
impeded and the conditions for pathological development are created.
Hitler proudly reported that one day, without a tear or a cry, he
managed to count the blows his father gave him. Hitler imagined that his
father never beat him again thereafter. I take this to be a figment of
his imagination because it is unlikely that Alois's reasons for beating
his son disappeared from one day to the next, for his motives were not
related to the child's behavior but to his own unresolved childhood
humiliation. The son's imaginings tell us, however, that he could not
remember the beatings his father gave him from that time on because
having to fight down his psychic pain by identifying with the aggressor also meant that the memory of the later beatings was repressed. This phenomenon can often be observed in patients who, as a result of regaining access to their feelings, now remember events they previously emphatically denied had taken place.