Free psychoanalysis from Tulsa to Dayton

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Hitchhiking back to Duns Scotus College in spring 1971 from Colorado & New Mexico, classmate Tim C & I got a long, enlightening ride in Tulsa. We were returning from Easter break visits. An Episcopalian priest picked us up. He is also a psychiatrist. He took us all the way to Dayton. Along the way, I asked him about his practice and about psychoanalysis. He described the technique and offered to do a mock demonstration if I were willing. I asked what he meant. He said we could have a pretend psychoanalysis session as he drove. I could feel Tim’s eyes from the back seat burning, suggesting No NO NOOOO. I told the priest I thought it would be fun. He started by asking me to re-tell a fairy tale as if I were telling him a personal story. Hansel & Gretel first popped into my mind. I told the story carelessly and quickly. After a short discussion of the telling, the priest-psychiatrist told me that this was only a casual session and that any observations he made should be taken without a bucket of salt. He described several aspects of the way I told the story, the way I de-emphasized parts of the story, the omissions and obvious errors I made. He suggested these could illustrate certain character traits.

He was perhaps right on with his diagnosis. But I haven’t acted upon that or returned for further sessions. I am open to considering that.


Originally published at davidjadventures.wordpress.com on September 21, 2016.

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