Composition with Yellow, Blue and Red (currently on display at Tate Liverpool)
This is how the scene was described in the book:
“……..“Mondrian.”
“Very neat,” I said.
“It is rather, I think you should have it in your room.” Miss Frys replied.
“Thanks.” Had I managed to resolve some irresolvable conflict or had I been categorised already?In any case the Mondrian would be fine on its own.
Years later I found out that even the Tate rejected Mondrian, but then the Tate also rejected Picasso………”
The Tate now of course has several Mondrian works.
Now you can read the whole chapter here:
“Very neat,” I said.
“It is rather, I think you should have it in your room.” Miss Frys replied.
“Thanks.” Had I managed to resolve some irresolvable conflict or had I been categorised already?In any case the Mondrian would be fine on its own.
Chapter 10 First Encounter
In the winter of 1972, something happened that
sealed my fate to stay in England
By
then I already had one of my higher qualifications (D.P.M. – Diploma in
Psychological Medicine) and was in the process of sitting the first ever
examination of the Royal
College London
On a
cold October morning I made my way to one of these old mental hospitals which
was running the first ever training course for the Royal College
As
you drove into the main gate of this rather imposing Victorian beauty or
monstrosity, you got the same feel as in most mental hospitals of the same era.
There was the odd one working the kerbs and gardens. A small group might be
shepherded by a nurse to cross a road on their way to their morning’s
appointment. Many had the typical shuffling gaits from the antipsychotics they
were on.
The
last of the summer’s Hydrangea flowers still tried to hang on. They looked
tired and ugly. I would never have hydrangea in my garden.
The
Post-grad place was easy enough to find as you just followed the majority of
the cars. Wow, with half an hour to go,
the car park was already nearly full. I
suppose we all wanted to have a nearby spot to park on such a chilly morning.
I
liked to be nearer the front as chances of falling asleep would be much
reduced. I spotted a gap, made my way in and before I could sit down, someone
offered me a hand.
Gail: Thumb Sucking
“I am Gail. I am from the Tavistock.”
The Tavistock? Many others would think this was the place
they had pop concerts, and doctors would know that the British Medical
Association was at Tavistock
Square , London
Where I came from no longer seemed so
important.
Synchronicity[1], you see. Gail put her thumb in her mouth and started sucking it
vigorously.
“Sorry, my mother’s fault and she has
already paid for my analysis for the last three years. Between you and me, I
preferred my thumb. Who is your analyst?”
“Haven’t got one.”
“Oh, yes. Dr Collinwood is the odd one
out. Her registrar does not need to be in analysis. However, one good thing the thumb sucking did
was to get me my job at the Tavi. I was already in analysis.”
Analysis for thumb sucking? I thought
to myself. Never! Whatever next? And a sought after job in London
What did I do wrong, or right to get my
job?
“Ah, you see you are Chinese. You don’t
need analysis. Your predecessor was Greek. She had the collective culture of
the Ancient Greeks.”
Perhaps her next registrar would be
Egyptian.
Over the next six hours or so, I began
to understand the scale of her problem. It was really like having sex in public
and she could be so engrossed in it. It would be wrong to suggest that she
tried to reach orgasm but sometimes from the sound she was producing it was not
far off. Now and again she noticed that I was paying more attention to the
thumb sucking than to the lectures. She stopped and apologised.
It would be odd to have gone through
years of training at a place where the perceived wisdom was that all problems
big and small could be traced back to our childhood and more particularly to
our sexual development that I should write about my work without any reference
to these aspects. It would also be
peculiar if I, having been brought up in a Psychoanalytic Centre of world class
reputation, could pretend that sex did not play a significant part in human
psychopathology.
My first encounter with my future
colleague certainly shocked me. What was I getting myself into? Was I going to
see even crazier people?
The staff, not the patients.
My start at the Tavistock was
straightforward enough. They had a good introductory pack. I was first briefed
by Miss Frys the social work team leader. She was the nicest person one could
meet and work with. Warm, kind and she listened carefully. She looked normal
enough. I found out later that she was a Quaker and she came from a family
where every female member lived to over a hundred. She looked like she was
heading that way too.
She told me Dr Collinwood was very fond
of her previous registrar who was a Greek girl.
She was going back to Greece
“We are rather fond of Greeks here
right now, as there are two others whom you will meet probably at lunch.”
One later on became a Health Minister
in charge of Psychiatry and the other started the Athens
Mondrian
Miss Frys had some impressionist prints
on the wall and they just seemed to match the colour of her hair. A peculiar
picture with coloured squares was by the cupboard and was obviously not hers.
“Ah, an imposition here. You see, our
local library is very good. They have all these prints they lend out to clinics
and public offices. This one seemed to be the one left when everybody else have
had their pick. I thought, well it is not my type of picture, but it is
mathematical and perhaps a Chinese would appreciate it.”
There were not as many Chinese in the U.K.
Well, it is not in my nature to speak
my mind, not at a first meeting with someone who seemed to ooze wisdom and
kindness. I took another look and asked, “Who is the artist?”
“Mondrian.”
“Very neat,” I said.
“It is rather, I think you should have
it in your room.” Miss Frys replied.
“Thanks.” Had I managed to resolve some
irresolvable conflict or had I been categorised already? In any case the Mondrian would be fine on its
own.
Years later I found out that even the
Tate rejected Mondrian, but then the Tate also rejected Picasso.
Now I am going to be cultured as well.
“Do you like music? The library has a superb
collection of records and they get every thing new as well. I live very close
to the Festival Hall. I must take you to a concert there some time unless you
have been already.”
I must confess that with all that
studying and preparing for the arrival of our first baby, concerts seemed like
a lot of trouble; but I would certainly try and get the records as I had a very
good sound system. Radios and
electronics had been my hobby from the age of nine, and over the years I had
built at least eight systems of my own, starting with a simple crystal radio set,
then graduating to a triple valved receiver system and ultimately to a high
fidelity amplification system with EL84[2],
which remains the gold standard of the industry.
It was not until some years after her
retirement that I finally took up her offer and met up with her at the Royal
Festival Hall. There is no better place to be in London
“So you are having a new baby in March.
Dr Collinwood is very pleased because you will be able to observe your own
baby’s development. It will save a lot of time. But I shall arrange for you to
do your nursery observation about three streets away.
“Now here is Dr Collinwood, I can hear
her coming down clanging two cups. She had this kidney stone problem years ago,
and her doctor advised her to drink lots. So she takes two cups of coffee
instead of one. Oh, I see the coffee lady is bringing down two more. I presume
one is for you and one for me.
“We have this coffee lady who comes in
at ten to make coffee. I do not think they pay her very much, but the clinic is
thinking about instant coffee and tea-bags so that they can save some money.
She has been here twenty two years, as long as I have been, and is part of the
fixture. We are all writing letters.”
Winnicott
I greeted Dr Collinwood, my consultant.
She put the coffees down and shook my hand. She looked less scary than the
first time I met her. There were now more smiles. What was she making of this
young Chinese doctor from across the globe, I wondered.
Her first concern was the baby. Well
she was a real children’s doctor. I later found out that she had worked for
years with Winnicott. Winnicott is someone I still have a lot of time for. He
was really a paediatrician but his psychological understanding of children and
mothers was nearer to my heart than many of the Viennese psychoanalysts such as
Sigmund Freud, Anna
Freud, and Melanie Klein etc. Dr Collinwood
continued to show great interest in both our children and after she retired the
whole family had spent quite a number of summer holidays at her retreat in Suffolk
I knew straight away that I would be
fine at the Tavistock.
“There is this case I need to talk to
you about. We missed the last two case
presentations (maternity leave and all that) and I promised that we would try
and do one six to eight weeks after your arrival.
“I do not normally give my new junior
any old case to take over but this is a nice boy and you might get on with him.
I shall continue to see his mother.”
Meeting with the psychotherapist was
another really nice experience. There was so much gesturing that I later
discovered was a Jewish thing. But Miss Horowitz you cannot fault. Her father
was a famous child psychiatrist and she was really an Anna Freudian[3]. Not so
much of the penis envy or bad breast good breast stuff that Gail kept talking
about.
We had twelve cupboards all with
individual keys. Each therapy patient
got assigned one and they could put their first name on it. There were packs of
toys that the other psychotherapist sorted out and it included drawing
material. Drawing paper was multicoloured and we tried not to let the children
take their drawings home as a rule, as they were important material for
analysis.
Nightmare
All that medical training and exams and
so on had not prepared me for what I had to do. I had to start from scratch. I
was not even going to take a history. The first session with Michael would be a
play oh, sorry psychotherapy session.
“You will be fine, although it would
have been better to learn on a new case.”
All the Nation’s pride and glory was up
to me now. I could only succeed.
Michael turned out to be a very nice
boy as I was promised. He had two problems: nightmares and soiling.
The nightmares annoyed mum but she
really could not stand the soiling.
“There must be something physical, Dr Collinwood.
He has already seen the Greek doctor for six months and now you want him to see
this China
“Oh, very nice to meet you,” she said,
putting her unlit cigarette back in her big handbag. She had a very Jewish look
with a very Cockney accent. If I knew what I know now, she looked exactly like
one of those handing out drinks in one of the New York
“I brought his pants from school. He soiled it again. I thought the doctor might want to see it.”
I was beginning to “like” her. Such consideration!
“Sorry mummy.”
“There is no need to show Dr Zhang. I
hope with a few more sessions we may get to the bottom of the problem.”
Dr Collinwood was confident. I was not
sure if I was. But my tough medical
training saved me – the important rule of using long words and never expressing
doubt. I did not hesitate and said,
“Sure we are going to.”
Mrs Green was evacuated during the war.
Dr Collinwood and Miss Frys were trying to put a series together on the effect
of evacuation on problems for mothers with the next generation. It was quite
unique in its way as hopefully there was not going to be another war and
perhaps evacuation would not be used if there was one.
Her husband was probably Jewish as well
and was on Incapacity Benefit as a result of some illness or other.
Michael soiled only at school and
almost always just before going home or coming to the clinic. He often woke up
screaming in the middle of the night and insisted that mother should go and see
him. She now put him in bed with her to save getting up, she told Dr Collinwood.
Mother cleaned for the school so Michael stayed at home with father.
Mrs Green was so fed up that the previous
week she took Michael up Archway
Bridge
At least in those days we did not have
tons of local authority social workers around you once something like that
happened. Nowadays Michael would probably have been placed with another family
at some point.
Michael got into a routine pretty
quickly. First, we played football - a soft ball. I kept goal three times and
he three times. Then we wrote the score on the little black board. He wrote his
name on the card provided for the cupboard but insisted on putting three black
lines round it. What would Miss Horowitz
say? Then he played with the animals and then arranged the family dolls around
the table. Mother, father and a little girl. A boy would probably be too close
to home.
Though he was eight, he was more like
six in size and was very timid. He asked permission for just about everything.
He would then finish with a game of
draughts. I made the mistake of leaving the pieces as they were. He saw me
three times a week, and he was my first and only patient then. He asked if I saw anyone else. I quickly
learned to put some names on the other cupboards and tidied up the draughts. An
obstetrician delivering his first baby must not let the mother know it was his
first.
He soon started drawing. Mother,
father, and a baby girl in the middle. We religiously put all these in his
cupboard.
“I like that drawing,” he pointed to
the Mondrian, “So neat.” He was right.
We saw mother and son separately at the
same time for fifty minutes twice a week.
Mum always said goodbye to Michael outside my door, with a kiss and
darling this and that. One day after a few
sessions, as she walked with Dr Collinwood to her consulting room, she said
very loudly, “Is your new doctor any good?
He seemed quiet and sensible, but Michael tells me he only plays
football and draughts with him.”
It was much later that I realised that
children are equipped with defences so varied that it sometimes takes one a
while to understand what has happened. Michael was an intelligent boy. He had
set up decoys. He had now established with mum that I only played football and
draughts with him. No wonder we only ever played for a few minutes each time
and no wonder it did not matter if the draughts game finished.
Now instead of putting the girl in the
family group, it was a boy, and he no longer drew a girl on his pictures. He
drew a boy.
He kept putting the father in the
toilet in the doll’s house.
One day Michael drew me a picture that
I could no longer hold back from Dr Collinwood until supervision time. I
intruded into her fluid loading time.
Michael drew a naked mummy complete
with big boobs and pubic hair. The boy in the middle was naked too and had a
rather large tool on him. Father was in his pyjamas and Michael drew tears down
his face.
We made the case presentation. It was
well attended by nearly everybody including those from the other teams. Word
must have got out that Dr Collinwood had a case that had sex features.
Father suffered from severe diabetes
and had been impotent for years. Mother
had very bad abuse history from the evacuation
days and had become rather needy of sexual gratification. In a desperate
attempt to shame her husband she slept stark naked and put Michael in the
middle. She would get Michael to have an erection and then say to her husband,
even your eight year old can do better than that. She would not contemplate
leaving him, as the benefits were good and she got to drive his car. Dr
Collinwood did not mince words on erotic stimulation etc. etc. All the way through, Gail never sucked her
thumb. We passed around the drawings. Freudians made their bid with Oedipus and all that. Kleinians[4] insisted on bad breast. To me it was just an abused mum having a
bad time and using the boy to get back at her husband. But it was only my first case.
Gail gave me a thumbs up (the other
thumb) approvingly afterwards and said I passed the test. I told her that
attending Dr Collinwood’s case meetings could save her lots of money. “It’s my
mother’s anyway,” she said.
Michael continued to see me for the
best part of the rest of my stay at the Tavistock. His nightmares disappeared and he stopped
soiling. Nobody knew if his mother
stopped fiddling with his penis but to me it was an eye-opener. At least being
Jewish she had no qualms about bringing Michael to the clinic three times a
week for his therapy sessions. Since then, I have collected quite a few other
similar cases, but I shall always remember Michael and Mondrian.
[1]
Synchronicity – In The Structure and Dynamics of the Psyche Jung
describes how, during his research into the phenomenon of the collective
unconscious, he began to observe coincidences that were connected in such a
meaningful way that their occurrence seemed to defy the calculations of
probability. Unfortunately it is often quoted as a scientific basis for
astrology and other improbabilities.
[2]
EL84 - a vacuum tube (a.k.a. valve) of the power pentode type. It has a 9 pin
miniature base and is found mainly in the final output stages of amplification
circuits, most commonly now in guitar amplifiers, but originally in radios and
many other devices of the pre-transistor era.
However, even now, hi-fi connoisseurs still prefer sounds produced by
valve amplifiers to digital transistor sound.
[3]
Anna Freud - Anna Freud moved away from the classical position of her
father, who was concentrating on the unconscious Id (a perspective she found to
be restrictive) and instead emphasized the importance of the ego, the constant
struggle and conflict it is experiencing by the need to answer contradicting
wishes, desires, values and demands of reality. By this, she established the
importance of the ego functions and the concept of defense mechanisms. Focusing
on research, observation and treatment of children, Freud established a group
of prominent child developmental analysts (which included Erik Erikson, Edith
Jacobson and Margaret Mahler) who noticed that children's
symptoms were ultimately analogue to personality disorders among adults and
thus often related to developmental stages. At that time, these ideas were
revolutionary and Anna provided us with a comprehensive developmental theory
and the concept of developmental lines.
As
such, the formation of the fields of child psychoanalysis and child developmental psychology can be
attributed to Anna Freud.
“……I think that a psychoanalyst should
have...interests...beyond the limits of the medical field...in facts that
belong to sociology, religion, literature, ,[and] history,...[otherwise]his
outlook on...his patient will remain too narrow. This point contains...the
necessary preparations beyond the requirements made on candidates of
psychoanalysis in the institutes. You ought to be a great
reader and become acquainted with the literature of many countries and
cultures. In the great literary figures you will find people who know at least
as much of human nature as the psychiatrists and psychologists try to do.” Anna Freud
[4]
Melanie Klein - child psychoanalyst who worked in London
(as the US
required a MD degree to practise psychoanalysis) had a strong following and some severe critics
too. Her theories – (as portrayed in Nicholas
Wright’s 1988-Mrs Klein) include references to: "good breast" and
"the bad breast"; "symbolic urine"; playing the violin as "a
repressed masturbation fantasy"; automobiles being penises and mountains being breasts.
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