pleased by the effort and the caring behind the act.»
«So,” said Tony, «let me pull a Julius. Here`s what I
hear: you intended one thing but your words resulted in
another thing entirely.»
Philip looked quizzical.
«I mean,” said Tony, «you said that insulting Pam
was the last thing in the world you wanted to do. Yet that
was exactly what you did, wasn`t it?»
Philip, reluctantly, nodded agreement.
«So,” Tony continued, sounding like a triumphant
attorney in cross–examination, «you need to get your
intentions and your behavior on the same page. You need
to get themcongruent —do I have the word right?» Tony
looked at Julius who nodded his head. «Andthat`s why you
should be in therapy. Congruence is what therapy is all
about.»
«Well argued,” said Philip. «I have no
counterargument. You`re right. That is why I need
therapy.»
«What?» Tony could not believe his ears. He glanced
at Julius, who gave him an «atta boy» nod.
«Catch me, I`m going to faint,” said Rebecca who
slumped back in her chair.
«Me, too,” echoed Bonnie and Gill, slumping back as
well.
Philip looked around at the sight of half the group in
mock unconsciousness and, for the first time since entering
the group, grinned.
Philip ended the group levity by returning to the
issue of his personal approach to counseling. «Rebecca`s
discussion of Schopenhauer`s tombstone comment implies
that my approach or any approach based on his point of
view is invalid. Lest you forget, I struggled for years with a
serious affliction which Julius failed to cure, and I was only
healed by patterning my path upon Schopenhauer`s.»
Julius instantly supported Philip. «I don`t deny
you`ve done good work. Most therapists today would say
it`s not possible to overcome a severe sex addiction on your
own. Contemporary treatment involves long–term work—I
mean many years—in a structured recovery program
consisting of individual therapy and groups meeting
multiple times a week often along twelve–step principles.
But no such recovery program existed back then, and,
frankly, I doubt whether you would have found it
compatible.
«So,” Julius continued, «I want to go on record as
saying that your feat is remarkable: the techniques by
which you controlled your runaway drives worked—better
than anything I offered, even though I gave it my best
shot.»
«I`ve never thought otherwise,” said Philip.
«But, here`s a question, Philip, is there a possibility
your methods are now superannuated?»
«Super...what?» asked Tony.
«Superannuated,” whispered Philip, who was sitting
next to Tony—super (Latin forbeyond ) plus annus
(years)—in other words,outmoded, obsolete. ”
Tony nodded thanks.
«The other day,” Julius continued, «when I was
wondering how to bring this home to you, an image came
to mind. Imagine an ancient city that built a high wall to
protect it from the wild torrents of an adjacent river.
Centuries later, though the river had long dried up, the city
still invested considerable resources in maintaining that
wall.»
«You mean,” said Tony, «continuing to use some
solution even when the problem had gone away—like
wearing a bandage long after the cut had healed.»
«Precisely,” said Julius. «Maybe the bandage is a
better metaphor—right to the point.»
«I don`t agree,” Philip addressed both Julius and
Tony, «that my wound is healed or that containment is no
longer necessary. For proof one need only look at my
extreme discomfort levels in this group.»
«That`s not a good measure,” said Julius. «You`ve
had little experience with intimacy, with expressing
feelings directly, with getting feedback and disclosing
yourself. This is new for you; you`ve been in seclusion for
years, and I toss you into this high–powered group.Of
course that`s going to feel uncomfortable. But what I`m
really referring to is the overt problem, the sexual
compulsion—and perhaps that`s gone. You`re older, been
through a lot, maybe you`ve entered the land of gonadal
tranquillity. Nice place, good sunny climate. I`ve dwelled
there comfortably for many years.»
«I would say,” Tony added, «that Schopenhauer has
cured you, but now you need to be saved from the
Schopenhauer cure.»
Philip opened his mouth to respond but then closed it
and pondered Tony`s statement.
«Another thing,” Julius added, «when you think
about your stress in the group, don`t forget the heavy–duty
pain and guilt you`ve faced here as a result of a chance
encounter with a person from your past.»
«I`ve heard nothing about guilt from Philip,” said
Pam.
Philip responded instantly, facing Pam. «If I had
knownthen what I knownow about the years of pain you`ve
suffered,I would never have done what I did. As I said
before, you were unlucky to have crossed my path. The
person I was then did not think of consequences. Automatic
pilot—that person was on automatic pilot.»
Pam nodded and caught his glance. Philip held it for
a moment and then turned his attention back to Julius. «I
grasp your point about the magnitude of the interpersonal
stress in this group, but I insist that is only part of the
picture. And it is here that our basic orientations are at
odds. I agree there is stress in relationships with other
beings. And possibly reward as well—I`ll grant you that
last point though I myself have never known it.
Nonetheless, I`m convinced that in the very state of
existing there is tragedy and suffering. Permit me to cite
Schopenhauer for only two minutes.»
Without waiting for a response, Philip, staring
upward, began reciting:
In the first place a man never is happy but spends his
whole life in striving after something which he thinks
will make him so; he seldom attains his goal and, when
he does it is only to be disappointed: he is mostly
shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbor with
masts and riggings gone. And then it is all one whether
he has been happy or miserable; for his life was never
anything more than a present moment, always
vanishing; and now it is over.
After a long silence Rebecca said, «That sends
shivers up my back.»
«I know what you mean,” said Bonnie.
«I know I`m sounding like an uptight English
professor,” said Pam, addressing the entire group, «but I
urge you, don`t be misled by rhetoric. That quote adds
nothing of substance to what Philip has been saying all
along; it only says it more persuasively. Schopenhauer was
a brilliant stylist and wrote the best prose of any
philosopher. Except for Nietzsche, of course—no one
wrote better than Nietzsche.»
«Philip, I want to respond to your comment about
our basic orientations,” said Julius. «I don`t believe we`re
as far apart as you think. I don`t disagree with much that
you and Schopenhauer have said about the tragedy of the
human condition. Where you go east and I go west is when
we turn to the question ofwhat to do about it. How shall we
live? How to face our mortality? How to live with the
knowledge that we are simply life–forms, thrown into an
indifferent universe, with no preordained purpose?
«As you know,” Julius continued, «though I`m more
interested in philosophy than most therapists, I`m no