Jun 27 2009
Something About Mary
Something About Mary
Chapter 15
Part 1
Preface:
Below are some session notes, a total of 5, of Mary. They span a period of 14 months. They, but for the last two, have already been published. There are discussions of each session, some modified from their first addition, others new. Utilizing a geometric model, I ask the reader to consider each of these five sessions as small overlapping circles encompassed by one large circle. I will address each of these smaller sessions/circles and the part(s) of her they represent. Then, having done that, consider all 5 as a single piece, represented by the all-encompassing circle. The last portion of this chapter is that discussion.
In addition to providing the material for the above discussion, these session notes are included for at least 4 additional reasons: First, and most obviously, is to report these sessions, which may be useful in and of themselves; Second to show that it is possible to form a constructive relationship with an adolescent, even if they are very ill; Third, although I won’t burden the reader with a complete history of Mary, to indicate how in a proper analytic environment even with the most bizarre material is knowable and interconnections both are there and can be seen; and Forth, to illustrate what I mean by talking with Mary about Mary as she sees herself, her definitions of her life, as she describes them, at that point in time, having avoided telling Mary what she ‘really’ means, all the while trying to find what Mary does mean.
Session One—The Birds and Hamster– from Chapter 9, Part 1
Discussion: Suffice it to say that Mary’s life has been bizarre by virtually anyone’s standards. Her home life or what passes for home life is bizarre. Her parents are divorced, her mother unseen by Mary for 12 years. Her mother is said to be schizophrenic as is Mary’s brother. Mary’s other brother is in a treatment center in Texas.
Her father, on a quarterly or semi-annual basis, moved/moves, into Mary’s home, a woman who is initially called a ‘babysitter’ who’s title changes within a week to ‘girlfriend’ and not long after that to ‘wife’. ‘Wife’ here is a relative term in that this new young woman is called ‘wife’ so that she can sign documents, especially having to do with school, without her father having to attend to Mary and her school himself. So, over the course of a number of years, there have been somewhere between 10-15 ‘babysitters’ cum ‘girlfriend’ cum ‘wife’. (no pun intended) They usually all have numerous characteristics in common: they are usually severely emotionally challenged and usually are either active or inactive drug users. And, perhaps worst, they virtually all leave under very bizarre circumstances. That is to say, they either run away or are thrown out, their successor already selected and waiting in the wings. Mary has formed relationships with at least some of these women, who all promise that they will maintain contact with her and up to now, none have.
The Birds and Hamster
“So in class and they had pictures of birds,” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Was this bird-class?” I ask.
“No but somebody brought fake birds to class and you push a button and they start squawing” she said.
“Who brought the birds,” I asked.
“I was scarred before,” she said.
“So you can’t tell if they’re real or not?” I asked.
“yeah. And some birds bite hard,” she said.
“So you have the bandaid because you got bit?” I asked.
“ No (laughing). But the first thing you see is the beak,” she said.
“When I was younger I wanted a parakeet—when I was 6. I never got one but I got a hamster. I also didn’t want to put my hand next to him. He was the devil. I named the hamster fluffy. He would bit so hard,” she said.
“Fluffy, I said, laughing. You’ve had a long history of animals that like to bite you,” I said.
“Well, then I got a dog. They don’t bite me. That hamster was so scarry. It would bit any one
“In general hamsters don’t bite, but this one bit you. A vicious hamster. A general biter”, I said.
“I decided to bring it to school and scare my teacher. I put the hamster in the closet and it came out. Everyone was screaming. I wasn’t, so I got caught it. I was just laughing. The teacher was afraid of hamsters. It had red eyes too. Many of them thought it was a rat. They called my grandma since my father didn’t pick up the phone. And she picked me up. They had a big family meeting,” she said.
“Hamster meeting?” I asked.
“Yeah –there were lots of relatives there. Everyone kept asking, why would I do such a thing. I thought it was really funny. My grandma was telling me that a normal person wouldn’t have done that,” she said.
“Therefore you were abnormal,” I asked.
“Yeah. What could I say,” she said.
“Punishment?” I asked.
“No. My father said, no more hamsters. Whatever. The hamster became the school pet. The teacher kept it as a pet. Other kids would take him home for night,” she said.
“Bite them?” I asked.
“No. I have no idea why. It had bitten every body in my family, but didn’t bite them. Maybe we scarred him,” she said.