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philostam
12-04-2009, 03:06 PM
I have to do a lot of thinking on phobias, so I rather start a thread for it than messing up others.


Delusions of impotency.

I have to confess something to myself: I didn't believe that there are mentally healthy stutterers. While I've been wandering around in the past life of the Forum, I was always suspicious about these strong fellows, like grantM. Now that I've managed to understand that phenomenon, I can tell honestly, that I had considered these guys fake, who lie even to himself. I gave it 90%, now I give it 5%. So I have to apologize to myself feeling that impotent.

Okay, but why is it so important?

Torture.

There were a scientific experiment. Scientists were doing what they really enjoy: they tortured mice without mercy to proove their theory. The first group of mice reacted after a long torture with depressive behaviour: they stopped fighting. But the second group just didn't stop fighting. And guess what, you can't even pity them, because they stayed healthy and after every electric shock, every tormenting trick, humiliation - just like they were before.

What was the difference between the two groups? - That the scientists eliminated in their brains a gene that blocked their emotions when the torture seemed unbearable (when the brain considered no escape possibility at all). Thus they couldn't choose the depressive strategy.

So chances are that the guys like grantM, really can't be so depressed about the chain of stressful experiences very depressive for others; or they recover sooner. And it's not about "power", "mentally health", because there was no other difference between the groups.

That confutes that stuttering has psychological basis (that it grows out from general anxiety etc.). A mentally healthy man can stutter severily. Stuttering in that example is the torture, the constant little shocks.

Phobia.

I have to consider very seriously, that an arachnofobic fellow can also be mentally completely healthy, a confident person, great leader etc., who suddenly lose all control seeing a spider. I'm an arachnofobic, and I remember that once in my totally fluent and confident years when I was heading home on train, a group of guys came into my cabin with strange boxes, and asked if I want to see a spider. I couldn't speak then, I just stared at them. Even now I remember the open window at my left, with the flitting trees outside, and the command, impassable dictation in my head: "If he tries to show it, I jump". It's true: I would have jumped. I told the story at home and forgot about it.

I remember when I first stuttered at school, I ran home crying, shouting to my mom that "I can't read! I can't read!" With her I developed a technique (I had letter-phobia, and with saying "th" instead of "t" I managed to be fluent), and I hugged my mother with loose laughter. I laughed at my phobia and it disappeared. I can remember vividly to my mother's face: she was proudful. That's why I've become addicted to fluency, and when it finally fell apart, I fell apart too. Now I live in a spider-cave.

philostam
12-05-2009, 02:51 PM
Running around in circles.

I was running in the streets, my last circle, because I was fatigued. From the corner of my eyes I saw a man approaching me. In the morning I had decided not to speak at all, rather be mute, and I could have just running along, but as always, my body decided to play itself at the situation, so I stopped. - But I couldn't speak. I couldn't even tell him that I can't speak. The hardest situation. So with nothingness in my heart I left him there and ran along.

But then a strange thing happened. Psychologically I was at an end, but my body overwhelmed so much that I could double my circles: I had never run that much. I was fresh and young. My body was totally "fluent", strong, courageous, on top.

I would be surprised how strong I am if I knew that it's my hard work charging my blocks.

In a speaking situation without choice we use a huge amount of energy; I stopped because I felt strong, like a young man going into war zone. I remember now that before my stutter went wild (from covert), I still had that amount of energy day by day as a young man with dreams, thorns, pride - the same energy that nowadays I only have when I'm running, for example. Other times I sh*t myself when a speaking situation ("a spider") approaches me.

But before I'd go on the program of getting energy, changing my lifestyle, run more etc. - I must consider that in the end there's no difference between the two reactions. Both root in our phobia. GrantM, you're not better than me! We're the same old fools who compulsively think that we must fight/flee. You're a good fighter, I am a disaster. But the two groups of mice are the same, if it's true that they charge the electric shocks. Rather a fool thing to do - but surely they have a good reason, don't they? - I wonder, what is that.

philostam
12-05-2009, 07:17 PM
What is in the mouse-trap that forces us to ride for a fall? A very special type of cheese? Or is it cheap but given to us ever since we eat, hence of what we think we couldn't live without? Our mouth dries, our limbs shake, our heart jump if we are divested of it. And because of our shaky limbs we lose control on our move: and the trap clacks.

philostam
12-07-2009, 12:20 PM
Today I chanced upon a picture-book from my childhood: SPIDERS. I shivered with horror. I couldn't even look at it.

But now I recall the memories watching those big pictures joyfully: I even admired a bit those crafty creatures; I wanted to create a band named "Spiders"; I was weaving fantasies, slowly, craftfully, calmly, in peace, like a harmless spider.

Psychologists say that a mere idea can be traumatic. Even more fantasies: think of bad dreams, or the LSD caused "bad trips". I think that the shock that triggered my ever lasting fear and trembling is the fact that I learned from that book about the Black Widow: that the female kills and eats the male after making love. It's not an accident that we stutterers have intense, impulsive imagination - thus we tend to overreact things with our rightist brain, instead of analyzing and understanding with the leftist. Or perhaps it's the opposite: instead of living through traumatic events, we block our emotions, thus we tend to overreact, overanalyse, overworry the similar situations. In one way or another: that could cause anxiety-related problems such as phobias. Like phobia of losing control in speaking situations.

So I have to understand, that it's not the spider I'm afraid of, but being unmercifully unnihiliated, the experience of squirming unavailingly, to being paralysed at the end of my suffer. Nobody helps; how cruel and unpredictable might be the others in the world, if my closest one turns on me: I know now that in the sunshine there are spider webs silently awaiting for the weak, and if I'm not strong enough, then I can only be a victim.

I'm not afraid of the spider. I'm afraid of myself - not being able to live my God-given life like I should.

I'm smiling at the suspicous Others in the morning, after I had flogging myself histerically when alone, to be able to wash off the nightmares. After I've done the indispensable for living, I'm all by myself again. I drink? I hope? I vent? Doesn't matter. The spiders are out there and I have no choice, I must cope with the daily nightmare.

I wish that God told me in my dreams that I am the one who weaves the web of horror round myself. That the one inside is the craftiest spider of all.

But if there's no God, I'm a fool to wait for it. Or maybe it comes only if I don't wish for it.

Or maybe both.

philostam
12-08-2009, 07:53 PM
All animals are driven by their fear toward a safer place. Wounded, sick animals are likely to rest in caves or other hiding-places. They wait until they gain their energy again.

The lightning of freedom touched the top of my head, and it was so promising, so beautiful that I huddled myself up, running back to my old, well-furnished cave called "me". It was too shiny. Can you understand that?! Well, you'll have to...

Now I'm in my purgatory, tied myself up in knots: I can't leave the cave because I still compulsively think that the world is full of spiders; but I can't stay here because 1: the spiders have discovered it, and 2: something which I had called freedom at that moment (or rather I had been called by it) are attracting me toward the Unknown. Toward Myself, as it really is. Or could be.

This both frightening and comic state is called "Phobia of the good" in philosophy: when someone who had been living his life in an entirely wrong way, far away from himself, never known of that, and he suddenly are touched by freedom, by the "good" way. It's rather funny, but be sure it's really frightening too: that I'm afraid to fully understand the very fact that I have been being afraid all my life in vain; and if I'd choose to, I could stop that in any moment.

I could stop that now.

But instead of that I'm drawing signs on the walls, believing that I do that to help other poor stutterers not to think it's their home. No: it's a lie. I'm just stalling for time. What a fool I am!