Sanity, Friendship, Community

Michael Guy Thompson
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In the early 1970s I became acquainted with the work of R. D. Laing and in 1973 I decided to relocate from California to London to work with him. I thought I would stay there a year and then return to my graduate studies in San Francisco. Instead I stayed there for seven years; seven years that changed my life completely. During that time I trained as a psychoanalyst, and for four years I lived in one of Laing’s post-Kingsley Hall communities. While there I met my future wife and our two sons were born in London before we eventually decided to return to the U.S.[1]

Laing had become internationally famous for his radical experiment with alternative ways of treating schizophrenia. In fact, in 1973, the year I went to work with Laing, he was the most famous psychiatrist in the world. He was brilliant, charismatic, and the prolific author of numerous best-selling works, including The Divided Self (1960,1969) and The Politics of Experience (1967). In 1965 Laing established Kingsley Hall, a residential household for people who wanted an alternative to mental hospital. There were no paid staff, and no one had an assigned role, yet many therapists also lived there, including Laing. It was, as he put it, a “melting pot where preconceptions were melted down in the nitty-gritty of living together.” Laing obviously had a way with words!

As no treatment was provided there for the residents, many of whom had been diagnosed schizophrenic when previously in hospital, the question I want to pose in this talk is, what was the healing or therapeutic agent of living in such a community if no ostensible treatment was provided? If we decide to abandon psychiatric nomenclature and the very concept of ‘treatment,’ even group therapy, then how can any healing ostensibly occur? My talk will make reference to Kingsley Hall and Portland Road, Kingsley Hall because that is where Laing conceived this model, and Portland Road because that is the community I was involved with and the one that I believe perfected this approach.

Another way of articulating this distinction is that Portland Road was based on the healing power of facilitating relationships with others, in the form of a special type of friendship. This was rooted in Crawford’s observation that the schizophrenic is a person “who has no friends,” and needs opportunities to make friends with people he or she would otherwise avoid. So what kind of friendship are we talking about among people who have never been inclined to risk friendship before?

Aristotle on Friendship

Aristotle talks about three distinct kinds of friendship: the fair-weather friend, the collegial friend, and the true or genuine friend. Only true friendship endures, because it’s the only type of friendship that is predicated on accepting each other for who each person is, and loving that person accordingly. Residents at Portland Road craved this kind of friendship, but were also afraid of it. By living together without any treatment program or overt therapy taking place, even group therapy, people were free to form meaningful relationships with each other so that, in time, they eventually formed alliances with one or more of the people living there. This process occurred haphazardly and spontaneously, with no overt efforts at match-making. To do so would have felt contrived.

Now I want to make a few observations about the nature of friendship, and how this pertains to communities such as Portland Road. Aristotle (2011, p. 181) once remarked: Friendship seems to be the bond that holds communities together. The Greek word for friendship was philia, one of the three Greek words for love, eros and agapé being the other two. Laing named his organization the Philadelphia Association, which derives from the word, philia, because he conceived it as a brotherhood or sisterhood of friends. This means that friendship is a form of love, and without love as the essential element you have no friendship. Philia, as I am guessing you know, is also the root for the word “philosophy,” which literally means: a love – or friend – of wisdom.

So what about these three forms of friendship that Aristotle talked about? Each one is rooted in the pursuit of the things in life that we love the most. The most basic is the love of pleasure, embodied in friendships with whom we share valued activities and interests. The second is characterized by our love of work, so this would include people with whom we conduct commerce, earn our living, the relationships that help us survive. The third is the most mysterious kind of friendship, and arguably the most rare. Aristotle refers to this as simply the “true” or genuine friend. This is the most intimate kind of friendship because it is the friend I’m willing to share everything with, who I hide nothing from. This is the kind of friend I can count on when the chips are down. This is also a friend who I would never judge and who would never judge me, who accepts me for who I am. This is the kind of friend I would die for.

It’s this third kind of friendship that Hugh Crawford was hoping to nurture at Portland Road. What I find most interesting about this form of friendship is its power to transform. Freud conceived the analytic relationship as one in which the therapist never passes judgment on the patient, embodied in his concept of neutrality. He believed that this lack of judgment is so unexpected that when we encounter it in the context of a therapeutic relationship it elicits a potentially transformative experience. We experience a sense of intimacy that is so powerful we nearly always feel a special affection for our therapist.

But the most important thing to take home about these three types of friendship is that, ideally, we find elements of each in every friend with whom we love. Every friendship has the potential for shared joy, for making us more productive, and for feeling better about ourselves, as a consequence of the acceptance we derive from each other. This is the kind of friendship that is the bedrock of successful marriages. The British psychoanalyst, Masud Khan, added a fourth type of friendship that he characterized as “crucial” friendship, modeled on the therapy experience. This is a friendship that is so accepting of who you are as a person that it has the power to change you into a better person, and an undeniably happier one. I prefer to call this a mutative friendship, due to its power to transform. This is ideally the kind of friendship you enjoyed with your own therapist, if you were very lucky.

Let me summarize what I’ve said so far:

  • A friend is someone in whose company we take pleasure.
  • Friendships are enduring. You may have a one-off sexual encounter with a seductive stranger you’ll never see again, but a friend is a person you want to see again, and again, and again.
  • As noted earlier, Aristotle believed that friendships form a bond that holds a community together. But not all communities are bound by friendship. Most communities are comprised of people who don’t necessarily take delight in being together, who may enjoy some degree of conviviality or companionship, but who basically put up with each other. They may dutifully, even earnestly, try as they may, contractually help each other. But such communities, strictly speaking, are not founded on friendship, because the people involved don’t love each other.
  • For Aristotle, even friendships that are rooted exclusively in the pursuit of pleasure, such as friends who share a passion for golf or the movies, are nevertheless cemented by a shared interest that bonds them together, in common cause, through which they experience mutual delight . . . even when these activities are the sole basis of the friendship.
  • Another ingredient of friendship is the mutual dependency and trust shared between friends, especially when one of them gets into trouble. This quality of mutual reliance is an essential element to all friendships, for without trust and mutual regard you can’t really love the other person.
  • Not all commercial relationships are rooted in love. Business relations where people merely use one another for personal gain or advantage, with a disregard for the other’s welfare, don’t offer the ingredients for what Aristotle characterizes as a friendship rooted in philia. The business acquaintance who, after he’s cut your throat, says that you shouldn’t “take it personally,” that “it’s only business,” is not much of a friend.
  • Groups and institutions in which philia is absent is the norm in mental hospitals. On a more subtle level, philia is absent even in most groups that aspire to become therapeutic communities, that may champion what they depict as social, or community, even a milieu approach to “group therapy.” Instead, they compensate for the absence of philia with modes of communication that are technological in nature.
  • They feed on contrived and incessant “feedback,” a technique for forcibly baring your feelings, whether you want to share those feelings or not, in the guise of “check-ins,” and other convoluted modes of pseudo-communication. Here, technology has replaced the more simple, if elusive opportunity for developing genuine friendship. I’m not talking about the technology of medication, or straight jackets, or lobotomy, but the calculated use of conversation that passes for getting to know one another.
  • Ideally, friendships have a crucial bearing on what people living in therapeutic communities get from the experience, whether they can say that the time living there was genuinely worthwhile. It goes without saying that life in any community that conceives itself as therapeutic, including those that dispense with therapeutic interventions, isn’t going to be easy.

What I’m characterizing as fostering meaningful, intimate friendships in communal settings is the consequence of two essential factors:

  • Such communities are focused on helping people who’ve never learned how to form intimate relations with others, who’ve historically found relationships more painful than rewarding. These communities don’t try to develop “selfsufficiency,” but rather mutual dependency, as a catalyst for developing genuine fellowship with others.
  • The therapeutic element in these places is subtle. It is rooted in nothing more complex than the attentiveness that each participant is encouraged to direct on oneself in relation to everyone else in the community. You might call this kind of attentiveness a form of meditation, because by it we focus our attention on the life that we’re sharing with others, in the day-to-day, nitty-gritty excitement and boredom, that comprises any domestic relationship.

This is a necessarily arduous discipline. Because of its inherently unpredictable nature, periods of dissatisfaction and malaise are inevitable. In fact, such incidents of disenchantment and anguish are valuable. The aim isn’t to achieve a semblance of contrived cheerfulness that is mandated, for example, in summer camp or on cruise ships. Instead, the aim, as in psychotherapy, is to make a space for each person’s suffering, and allow that suffering to breathe, unmolested. This way we learn to respect each other’s pain when it arises, and embrace it, even when we are affected by it.

This is because the feeling that I am accepted by others, no matter how miserable or difficult I am to live with, elicits a sense of freedom that is itself healing.

I’ve noted three facets of friendship that have a bearing on the atmosphere that people living together may share: the enjoyment we feel in the company of others, the regard we invariably experience for a person we love, and the encouragement we derive from being part of a community that we genuinely belong to. My thesis is that friendships are not only desirable, but an essential precondition for the well-being of any community, especially one that aspires to be therapeutic.

Part II

Now I want to turn my attention to the problem of isolation and alienation that is so characteristic of people who live in these places. According to Heidegger, the experience of loneliness, isolation, and alienation, and their accompanying sense of homelessness are not limited to the schizoid or schizophrenic individuals described by Laing in The Divided Self. Heidegger believed that these characteristics are not solely symptomatic of people suffering from “psychopathology,” but essential aspects of the human condition we all share. These so-called symptoms aren’t, strictly speaking, pathological, but existential. Some experience these bouts of loneliness and alienation more profoundly than others, but none of us are strangers to what it feels like to be lonely and afraid.

People who get diagnosed as suffering from a psychotic something or other are at the extremities of what our culture, any culture is prepared to tolerate. There is little sympathy for people who remind us of the private fears we hold inside and conceal from others. There’s no way of connecting with such people without accessing that part of our own selves that is intimately familiar with what those fears are like. The reason that friendship and community are important to those so alienated is because intimacy makes us whole again, by providing a sense of belonging to something and someone bigger than myself.

It is the experience of being a part of something bigger than me that is the basis of the spiritual experience, the feeling of being loved by the world I live in.

One of the pastimes that friends value the most is the time they spend together simply conversing. When we engage in conversation with a friend who is dear to us, we treasure the opportunity to share the things that concern us, including the things we like to complain about. This is why Freud made conversation his so-called treatment regimen. We crave conversation with others because it is the source of how we experience intimacy, by disclosing who we are to someone we trust will value our point of view. Toward the end of his life Freud concluded that talking to each other in this way is so powerful that he labeled his method the “talking cure.”

There seems to be a continuum along a scale whereby the healthier a person is, the easier it becomes to self-disclose in this way. This is why the so-called schizophrenic finds this kind of disclosure so frightening. Dare he or she risk being that vulnerable and transparent to others?

So, how did the pursuit of friendship manifest at Portland Road, and what types of friendships resulted? For one thing, I’d have to admit that the kinds of friendships I’ve been describing were not typical there. If anything, the friendships formed at Portland Road were paradoxical, and often one-sided. The pursuit of pleasure was rarely apparent. We’re talking about people who, for the most part, had no previous experience of friendship. You might say that most of the people living there regarded each another in the same way that porcupines make love: cautiously! Those of us who weren’t as crazy formed friendships readily with each other, but what about those who were paranoid or schizophrenic, or unremittingly depressed?

Portland Road was a complicated, yet carefully orchestrated mix of individuals with varied motives for being there. At its peak, fourteen people shared the house, comprised of seven bedrooms. They were more or less divided into two groups, sometimes not that distinct from each other. The larger group was comprised of people who had either spent some time in a mental hospital, or would have had they not found their way to Portland Road. The other group was comprised of people, like myself, who had no history of a psychotic break, but who lived there because we wanted to experience what it would be like, or because we wanted to be a part of Laing’s mission to change the world, or because we were struggling with problems of our own that we believed living in such an environment may prove helpful, for us. We may have been in the Philadelphia Association’s analytic training program, and wanted to deepen our understanding of sanity and madness. Or we may have been in therapy with Hugh Crawford, and he may have persuaded us to give it a try. The motives could be many and complex, and no doubt most of them were unconscious.

Whatever our motives may have been, it was crucial to the success of Portland Road that relatively healthy or sane people wanted to be a part of it. Without them, who would take it upon themselves to buy groceries, do the cooking and cleaning, and add an element of enjoyment to the experience? Without such people the place would have been depressing. This core group easily made friends with one another, and were bound together in a way that reminded me of my experience in Vietnam, a kind of esprit de corp. It was those of us who were able to form friendships who were the first to befriend the other, more insulated residents of the house. So what were friendships like for them, and how successful were they in fostering their own friendships?

Because of the degree of estrangement that many of the people living at Portland Road endured, whatever friendships they formed with each other had something of a quality of “shared insularity,” a state, you might say, of friend-lessness. Due to the emphasis on authentically being who you are, a kind of celebration of being different also contributed to the absence of friendly overtures. A degree of friendship was sometimes broached in an ironic sense, when two people backing in retreat from the outside world kind of “bump into” each other. They might like one another, to a degree, but if a genuine friendship is to flourish there has to be an overt turning about and facing each other. This requires a change of heart from the ordinary resentful, insolent attitude toward the world that characterized the typical resident living there. It’s hard to make friends when you resent the life that you’re living, when you have had little success at finding happiness.

While people at Portland Road were perfectly free to make friends, they were also free to not make friends. Fear of compliance and behaving the way “one is expected to” may serve as a powerful motive to deliberately not be friendly to others, for the sake of a sad attempt at behaving authentically. Most of the people living there were in open rebellion against the dictates of conventional society and the public false-self that the healthy person accepts as a matter of course, but for the paranoid schizophrenic is perceived as an abdication of control and personal integrity. From this position, it may be difficult to comprehend the virtue of friendship. After all, it may be to them a kind of Trojan Horse designed to get inside one’s psyche for ulterior motives.

Yet, this was only one side of the equation. The residents were not only wary of the potential dangers of intimacy. They also had problems with being on their own, with a limited capacity to enjoy their own company, or to pursue their own interests. Consequently, they tended to find their self-imposed solitude unbearable. It was in this context that risks were sometimes taken, when they might share a moment of conviviality with another person. Because they were able to witness the kinds of friendships forming among the more social members of the community, they also had an opportunity to get a sense of how eagerly some people wanted to be intimate with others. For some, given the families they came from, this may have been the first time they ever witnessed people treating each other with genuine affection, and even love.

Because of their deeply ingrained distrust of others, Hugh Crawford dispensed with conventional “group therapy.” One of the deadliest instruments of torture that I witnessed in mental hospitals was the group therapy sessions that all the patients were required to attend. Even I felt acutely uncomfortable in these settings, and I was a student with a badge of invulnerability. Yet I could easily recognize the subtle efforts to persuade patients to share their deepest feelings with everyone on command, and to respond appropriately to the staff’s efforts to get them out of their shell, and to “be nice.”

Portland Road dispensed with coercive efforts of this nature. Instead, we shared dinner together, then gathered in the kitchen or living room for post-dinner conversation. Usually, one person would ask Hugh Crawford something or other and begin to converse with him. Similar to Fritz Perls’ conception of Gestalt therapy, but without the “hot seat,” Crawford would share a conversation with this person while the rest of us listened on, enraptured. The focus for the evening would be on that person and that person alone, lost in conversation, with the rest of us keenly attentive to what this person was disclosing to us. It was clear to me that this was Crawford’s way of forming friendships with each of the people living there.

Many of us were in individual therapy with Crawford, but it wasn’t required or expected. The more regressed members of the community were typically loathe to leave the house, so the visits by Crawford were opportunities they seized on to connect with him, sometimes in desperation. Somehow this worked. I’m not sure how, but without Crawford’s presence and obvious love that he had for everyone living there, I don’t think it could have worked. It was this experience that finally brought home to me Freud’s admonition that psychoanalysis is a cure through love.

It is difficult, perhaps impossible, to comprehend how a therapeutic community such as Kingsley Hall or Portland Road can be therapeutic with no ostensible therapy. This, I think, was an aspect of both Laing’s and Crawford’s genius. To recognize that what we typically conceive as therapy is simply too contrived to help most people, especially those who are wary of contrivances of any kind. Instead, they believed that households of this nature could only work if, in lieu of this or that treatment regimen, you bring people together for no other purpose than to live together, like people all over the world manage to do, as naturally and intimately as possible. This can only be done, as Laing once noted, in the spirit of live and let live. As in any relationship, when the chips are down, you take your chances, and I take mine, in the to and fro, wear and tear, of sharing my life with the community I am a part of, for better or for worse.

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References:

  1. Aristotle (2011) Aristotle’s Nichomachean Ethics. (trans., Robert Bartlett and Susan Collins)          Chicago and London: The University of Chicago Press.
  2. Laing, R. D. (1960[1969]) The divided self: An existential study in sanity and madness.     New York and London: Penguin Books.
  3. Laing, R. D. (1967) The politics of experience. New York: Ballantine Books.
  4. Thompson, M. Guy (in press) The death of desire: An existential study in sanity and           madness. New York and London: Routledge. To appear mid-2016.

 

 

 

 

 

[1] For a more detailed description of Laing’s work and what it was like to live in one of these houses see my forthcoming book, THE DEATH OF DESIRE: AN EXISTENTIAL STUDY IN SANITY AND MADNESS, to be published by Routledge in the Spring of 2016.

13 COMMENTS

  1. It’s funny but I was just saying to someone the other day that my biggest enemy is going crazy through loneliness, and that the only thing that helps maintain my slender grip on reality is the friendships I share with my collection of singing potatoes.

    Good piece Michael, and one that shows that what is needed is all around us, not in a cage or a pill.

    Regards
    Boans

  2. Good piece Michael, and one that shows that what is needed is all around us, not in a cage or a pill..

    What we don’t need is also all around us. Arrogance, hate, feelings of superiority among others. All things that prevent true friendships from forming. I think the most important piece in all of this is the judgment that most people pass on others and prevents us from befriending them. The question I want to ask myself when I do this is: Can I really judge this person from where I’m standing? Did I live his life? I think that until someone actually lives someone else’s life, they cannot judge others realistically, and outside of fantasy novels, such a thing is impossible. In fact, very few people can judge themselves realistically even though they lived their own lives. If you can’t walk in your own shoes, why try to walk in someone else’s? Those for sure won’t fit. I think it is the rare person that can really know himself. Instead I think it is preferable to look at the good in others, even if it’s hard to find, just as God is concerned with only the good in his creatures and doesn’t value the negative in any way.
    I think looking at people’s positive qualities and discounting the negative is perhaps the best way
    to make friends with the most marginalized groups in society, and with everyone else as well. Not that I don’t judge others sometimes, but it’s not a trait I’m proud of.
    Sorry that I’m pointing out something obvious, but IMO sometimes it’s the things that we know to be true that are the most ignored.
    BTW, great article Michael. I liked what you said about the different types of friends.

    EB.

    • “Instead I think it is preferable to look at the good in others, even if it’s hard to find, just as God is concerned with only the good in his creatures and doesn’t value the negative in any way.”

      Your obviously not a mental health worker then even. Imagine the Form for involuntary admission under those conditions (seeing Good) rather than the fraudulent slander currently used to justify these ‘treatments’. Glad that my God is aware of what is in a persons heart.

  3. Thanks so much, Guy, for this timely reminder of Laing’s extraordinary “appetite” for being with people, and his experiential stand against the mind’s delusion that words, like schizophrenia” can actually describe the reality of human experience. A word that labelled my own lived experience, in 1980, which ironically, is the year of DSM III’s publication, as the tome which turned towards “statistics” as proof of evidence, rather than the quality of face to face, observation and heart-felt, inter-relationships.

    In my own journey towards a quality of life, beyond the mistrust of my own sensations, which medical diagnosis, instilled by way of the “paternal” veneration of family and friends, as well as myself, initially. The recent discoveries of the science field of “psycho-physiology” has brought a middle-path understanding to the quality observations of people like Laing and many others, who spent time looking a human behaviour, rather than machines. And while the current neuroscience research of people like Porges, Panksepp and Schore, is largely brain-centric and treatment-oriented, making the words of this research FLESH, has brought me an “in-the-flesh” sense of Ronnie’s conception of “ontological insecurity” in the behaviour of people, medically diagnosed as, in a “fever-type” (Porges, 2013) model of behaviour, having, schizophrenia.

    A model of conceptualization, which, in my humble opinion, rationalizes the behaviour of prescriptive medicine practice. Please consider these thoughts on my:

    Understanding of lived experience, which in my opinion compliments R.D. Laing’s conception of ontological insecurity, as my hidden motivation, organizing behaviors, variously diagnosed by others, as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder type 1. Diagnostic terms which rationalize the pragmatic behaviors of prescriptive medicine, in my humble opinion. A necessarily pragmatic approach to personal crisis intervention, which expediently ignores R.D. Laing’s warning that: We can see other people’s behavior, but not their experience. (Laing, 1990) A treatment oriented perception of others, which can not help, but ignore Allen Frances warning about seeing the other with a preconceived, expectation. An expectation which affective neuroscience is now explaining as the predictive role of the brain, in our perception of reality. Such as the predictive expectation, which perceived hypo-manic behavior, likely to become hyper-manic without a crisis intervention, that saw me deprived of my liberty in April 2007.

    ONTOLOGICAL INSECURITY Are 2 words I now understand as the habituated insecurity, that I managed to heal through the “felt-sense” development of increased “introception,” (Schore, 2003) through which I have gained a physiological awareness of how my innate “social engagement system” (Porges, 2011) is vulnerable to “affect dysregulation,” (Schore, 2003) after being primed by early life, traumatic experience. With my medication free selfregulation, resulting from an experiential integration of the words of The Polyvagal Theory. Which enabled a deeper understanding of “the mis-attuning social environment that triggers an intense arousal dysregulation,” (Schore, 2003) or “dissolution.” (Porges, 2011) An experience mediated by my nervous system’s “neurorception,” (Porges, 2011) of internal and external reality. A “psycho-physiological” model of human function which helped me to heal myself, after decades of trial and error failure, using a treatment oriented, crisis intervention model of human behavior. A phylogenetic perspective on human development and the ontological insecurity of nervous system dysregulation, based on the Jacksonian principle of dissolution:

    Jackson proposed that in the brain, higher (ie, phylogenetically newer) neural circuits inhibit lower (ie, phylogenetically older) neural circuits and ‘‘when the higher are suddenly rendered functionless, the lower rise in activity.’’ Although Jackson proposed dissolution to explain changes in brain function due to damage and illness, the polyvagal theory proposes a similar phylogenetically ordered hierarchical model to describe the sequence of autonomic response strategies to challenges.

    The model emphasizes phylogeny as an organizing principle and includes the following points: (1) there are well defined neural circuits to support social engagement behaviors and the defensive strategies of fight, flight, and freeze, (2) these neural circuits form a phylogenetically organized hierarchy, (3) without being dependent on conscious awareness the nervous system evaluates risk in the environment (i.e., neuroception) and regulates visceral state to support the expression of adaptive behavior to match a neuroception of safety, danger, or life threat. Functionally, when the environment is perceived as safe, two important features are expressed. First, bodily state is regulated in an efficient manner to promote growth and restoration (eg, visceral homeostasis).

    This is done through an increase in the influence of mammalian myelinated vagal motor pathways on the cardiac pacemaker that slows the heart, inhibits the fight–flight mechanisms of the sympathetic nervous system, dampens the stress response system of the HPA axis (eg, cortisol), and reduces inflammation by modulating immune reactions (eg, cytokines). Second, through the process of evolution, the brainstem nuclei that regulate the myelinated vagus became integrated with the nuclei that regulate the muscles of the face and head. This link results in the bidirectional coupling between spontaneous social engagement behaviors and bodily states. (Porges, 2011) ”

    A “sequence of autonomic response strategies to challenges,” which when felt through improved interceptive awareness of muscular tensions and vascular pressures, made the words of a “double-bind” (Bateson, 1956) and a “family projection process,” (Bowen, 1985) conceptions of schizophrenic behavior, flesh. My own inner double bind pattern, of involuntary and voluntary responses to our social world.

    More of this, lived experience sense of ontological insecurity, can be read on academia.edu here: https://www.academia.edu/18666917/4_Words_Nervous_System_Mental_Illness

    An essay about lived experience and our social world, which is, in my humble opinion, in desperate need of more emotional honesty about our inner world and we actually do, being human. Thoughts, which I believe echo your own words Guy, when you write:

    This can only be done, as Laing once noted, in the spirit of live and let live. As in any relationship, when the chips are down, you take your chances, and I take mine, in the to and fro, wear and tear, of sharing my life with the community I am a part of, for better or for worse.

    Sincere regards,

    David Bates.

  4. What a beautifully written and insightful essay! I love the exploration of friendship. For I feel that friendship (especially the true or genuine one as described by Aristotle) is at the heart of love. Also, it was intriguing to learn about your experiences at Portland Road…. R.D. Laing was certainly revolutionary. I will look out for your upcoming book!

    Best wishes,
    Elizabeth

  5. Such a valuable article to appear and shine light where it’s needed . I’ve long believed that between any 2 people if there isn’t friendship going on not much at all is happening . I think friendship can happen in real life in really meeting , not really in distant communications like the internet ( I may not understand ). Maybe that is one reason why the word “movement” as in anti-psychiatry is so often in quotation marks or denied completely .So many of us have not had opportunity to spend live time together . Besides many are in relative poverty besides being justifiably worried about wolves in sheep’s clothing and/or spies showing up. I’ve seen friendships fall apart or deteriorate because of misunderstandings communicated from long distance and no face to face meetings for too many years.
    I’m thankful that Michael wrote this article and look forward to reading his book .

  6. Laing had a lot of faults. He was an alcoholic, a diva, and he couldn’t operationalize a mental health system to save his life. But he was also a social revolutionary, a prodigious theoretician, and a prophet of the Mad. Even now, mainstream and pro-force psychiatry still feel threatened by the power of Laing’s work to help create in Mad people an understanding of what their Madness is and does, a sense of pride in their own self-expression, and a conviction that they are VERY deserving of the primally healing relationships that Mr. Thompson has so eloquently written about. Too often, even the most liberal psychoanalysts either caricaturize or shun R.D. Laing’s work. Mr. Thompson’s brilliant article showcases his own diverse talents and honors Laing’s masterpieces by carefully and creatively meshing the probity of his explanatory concepts with his beautiful depictions of the mundane, savage, and reserructive moments that Mad people lived through in institutional and post-institutional settings. This article is a gift and Mr. Thompson’s new book is officially on my to-read list.

  7. I was reading this article with great interest and when I got to this, it turned to grand enthusiasm:

    “It is the experience of being a part of something bigger than me that is the basis of the spiritual experience, the feeling of being loved by the world I live in.”

    So perfectly stated and to the point. I’m really glad you highlighted it, too, in italics. The feeling of being loved and valued in the world is paramount to our sense of self.

    And of course, it starts with knowing how to love, value, and appreciate ourselves with self-respect and self-compassion, knowing that we are, at the core, love and light in physical form (corrupted by a sick society with imposing false beliefs, of course, but that is what healing is about, imo, seeing past these illusions and achieving new clarity which shifts our self-perception for the better). All anyone has to do to spread love in the world is to be a an authentically loving person.

    This actually is a feeling of deep love in the body, which translates to loving thoughts and acts of kindness, rather than acts of hate and destruction.

    Friendships that breed love, trust, mutual respect, and authenticity are truly wonderful and special. And indeed, they are rare.

    I also appreciate friendships that allow people to grow and are genuinely supported without jealousy or malice, which I feel is, unfortunately, often the case.. I think often friendships are marred when one person feels threatened by another’s changes–for example, they are feeling ‘abandoned’–which is why people on a path of personal and spiritual evolution tend to be somewhat nomadic in friendships, until they find others who are of that same path of spiritual growth, which is humbling by nature. Here, there is no power struggle, because friendships are based on heart consciousness, and not on who holds the power.

    I do agree with Fred, that it is hard to know whom to trust these days. Lots of liars out there, trying to gain trust under false pretenses, only to end up being an energy drain. Our power of discernment, therefore, would be our best friend, in this case.

  8. David Werner says in his (one of my favorites) song counting the ways “I’m finding it hard to banish the lonely man I’ve become.” I was pretty damn lonely for 20 years and I got accustomed to it.

    2) In home setting you can also see dysfunction which can be good and bad.

  9. There is little hope for the vulnerable in this ever increasing self-absorbed, (with ideas like “best practices” based on lies) commercially (big pharma) driven, paternalistic and delusional main stream mental health movement and society as a whole. They continue to try and gain more ground to absorb more people and attempt to force them to assimilate to a very sick society.
    I’m currently sitting quietly on the sidelines watching it unravel and seeing the truth fall on deaf ears. It’s terrifying how ignorance and a complete lack or regard and honest discussion that isn’t occurring at any level of society.