Psychiatry
S.Q. Lapius had just
explained the four psychiatric models currently in use, the Medical,
Psychological, Behavioral, and Social, none of which dissolved the clots of
confusion that obstructed my mind. The medicinals that James the
bartender dispensed, although not diminishing the confusion, somehow made it
seem less important.
“There, Harry, you feel
better,” Lapius noted.
“Alcohol is no
solution,” I replied.
“But it’s relaxing,”
soothed Lapius, already quite relaxed himself.
“I guess we’re the
alcohol generation.”
“Spiritus fermenti,
Harry, is a time honored remedy.”
“Fifty years from now
some one will be saying that about marijuana and heroin, I guess,” I said
morosely.
“Perhaps.
Particularly if we learn to govern their use.”
“Certainly the
prevalence of these drugs, alcohol included, is testimony to the failure of
psychiatry to spread its benefits quickly and economically to the majority of
the public. Man’s mind is like an iceberg, about 10 per cent of which is
rational, the other 90 per cent buried deep in the unconscious. There is
no unwritten law that says the mind of man has to be rational, that it is born
rational.”
“How do you define
rational?”
“I think of it in terms
of the system in which a person lives. In western civilization it means
some logical process of thought, that came down to us from the Greeks, got lost
somehow in the dark ages, and was resurrected by the arduous ‘thinking’ labors
of Bacon, Descartes, Copernicus, Newton, Einstein. Our entire technology
has been built on the logical sequences that we have extracted laboriously from
nature. Science has an appealing advantage in that truths can be proved,
and problems can be solved. But there are civilizations in which it is
rational to be entirely religious, and in these societies there is very little
technology. In fact there is poverty, but it is accepted as part of the
nature of things. We in our society would consider that irrational, and
they would of course return the compliment.”
“What has this to do
with psychiatry, which is what I thought was the subject.”
“Simple, Harry, the
‘irrationalities’ of those religious societies are being introduced into our
society. Of course you must remember that all religion is fundamentally
not rational, as it is a function of faith. Traditional religions are
acceptable irrationalities, in that they function for the society in which they
are predominant. In the western world the Judeo-Christian religion until
recently has satisfied man’s yearning for knowledge of the metaphysical, so
that the rest of his mind has been free to investigate, build, create on a
logical basis. Ergo, our technology has developed. Some more
easterly religions, however, are so encompassing, that there is no mental
energy left over for creative thought. Ergo, no technology.”
“It sounds simple,
Simon.”
“Harry, please don’t
juxtapose my name with ‘simple’. Anyway, what I was trying to say is that
psychiatry is an attempt to quantify the great unconscious. Successful
religions simply harness it; they don’t try to define it. But here in the
west, we try to adjust it to our traditions of logic and measurement. The
new breed will dispense with terms like schizophrenia. They will say that
a New York schizophrenic transplanted to India will not be a schizophrenic.
That everyone has several different personalities. The concept seems to
have originated in the literature of Herman Hesse, a book called Steppenwolfe,
sort of a bible to the youth. He felt that the people had a right to
express their different personalities without being incarcerated in
asylums. Then comes J.D. Laing, who claims that schizophrenia is merely a
sane response to an insane world.”
“Yeah I’ve heard that
stuff. The earth is the insane asylum of the universe.”
“Ha ha ha, that’s a good
one,” Jimmy the bartender said.
“Please, James,” Lapius
admonished. “This is a serious conversation.” Then he turned to
me. “Precisely, Harry. Anyway, what has happened is that the
ungovernable unconscious in western civilization is no longer bound irrevocably
to the Judeo-Christian tenets and is floating free. There is mass
floating anxiety, the depression of the drug-users, and the unacceptable
irrational pseudo-religions that have sprung up. Psychiatry used to have
a base-line from which to work. But now it is splintered in direct
proportion to the splintering of the religious base of the nation.”
“Do you believe the
nation has lost its spiritual base?”
“No, not lost.
Splintered. Instead of one belief there are many. Hindu mysticism
is becoming popular. Thousands of people are reciting mantras before
bhagwans, swamis and self-proclaimed maharishes and gurus. There are
witchcraft clubs in California. Thousands seek peace and unity in the
lotus position and others proclaim salvation while standing on their
heads. The entire society has lost its sense of unity.”
“Are you saying that our
society in America is schizophrenic?”
“No.” Lapius said
bluntly, “I am not saying that.”
“Excuse me. It
sounded like it. After all, if our society has lost its unity, it has
become many different selves.”
“Correct, Harry, but
here is where I differ with the latter-day soothsayers, with their denial of
the existence of schizophrenia. Certainly an individual can have many
different selves, but if he is normal, he is aware of the different faces he
exposes to different conditions, and deep down, recognizes them as extensions
of a unitary self. The same with our nation. To date we can indulge
the splintering because the nation still has a sense of itself as a unitary
society. Only when that deep intrinsic sense of unity is destroyed will
the nation become schizophrenic.”
“Then what.”
“It will falter.
It will lose its cohesiveness. It will lose its identity.”
“And psychiatry?”
“Psychiatry can’t
function in a void. It has to have a value system to relate to.”
“Then psychiatry itself
is becoming schizophrenic.”
Lapius drew a deep
breath, then said, “I’m afraid so, Harry, I’m afraid so.”
“No hope, then.” I
muttered pessimistically.
“I didn’t say
that. Of course there’s hope. Civilizations manage to become
unified through some value system or other. A God they can all believe
in.”
The drunk next to us
smashed his glass to the floor and shouted jubilantly, “Out with the old God,
in with the New.”
Lapius watched in
astonishment. “But we may be in for a very difficult transition, Harry.”