Abstract

I entered psychoanalytic training as I imagine many people do: not fully aware of my motivations, a little frightened and a little excited by the prospect of being an analyst, but clear about my idealization of theory and “proper” technique. One of my supervisors had told me as a resident that I didn’t know much theory, but that my intuition, what he called “shooting from the hip,” seemed to be working pretty well. Psychoanalytic training was supposed to remedy that. Theory in hand, or head, I would be able to understand what my patients were telling me just the way I would interpret lab tests—objectively and free from the influence of my own personhood. I would provide my patients an experience that was solely about them, so they could work through their conflicts and traumas, transferences and projections, without me muddying the field. This, I thought, was the right, the ethical, thing to do. Coming of age psychoanalytically as intersubjective theory was becoming mainstream, I soon faced challenges to my ideal of analytic objectivity.
The question I would like to investigate is the ethical implications of acknowledging the analyst’s personhood. Perhaps the more relevant way of phrasing this is the ethical implications of disavowing our personhood. Because that, I think, is the point, and it is an issue that I, and our field, has had trouble coming to terms with. Each of us is a person with our own particular unconscious conflicts, motivations, and ways of relating. And these aspects of ourselves, what Jane Kite (2008) might call the character that we analyze from within, are with us in every clinical encounter. What I want to explore here is what that means about the work we do, and what that means about the offer and provision of psychoanalysis to patients. How can I ethically, maybe we could say “in good conscience” (noting the aspect of judgment that phrase implies, as Mitchell Wilson discusses in this issue), recommend to a patient a treatment in which who I am as a person will play a major role, especially when much of that person, my self, is unknown to me?
It is very hard, when thinking about ethics, to avoid thinking about behavior. Indeed, most ethical teaching centers on what we do, aiming to keep us within some kind of safe zone: “These are the boundaries of treatment. Do not go beyond them.” But what happens within those boundaries is also subject to ethical considerations, choices between different actions and non-actions, but also what seem like non-choices based on who we are as people, our own identifications and conflicts.
Taking this a little further, much of what we do as analysts is not actually theorized or discussed. Most of what we do looks like having a conversation, and often it feels like having a conversation, though a very particular kind of conversation. To borrow an idea from Dominique Scarfone (his discussion of the clinical plenary at last June’s APsaA meeting), that part of the treatment is like “junk” DNA, those bits of DNA that don’t seem to be coding a gene but are there anyway. As we are learning, this junk DNA serves many purposes, including playing a role in epigenetics—the impact of the environment on the genetic code. To continue the analogy, the junk DNA of psychoanalytic work is the tone of the interpretations, the way we open the door, or end the session, the things we hear and things we don’t hear, my laughter or my tears. A lot of what we do is not interpretive or even verbal. We are there. And how I am there is dependent on who I am as a person, in general but also on any particular day. And, more disturbing to me, I don’t really know what that is. I can narrate my actions, but I cannot narrate my “self.”
As an illustration of the role of analyst-as-person, and how that impacts treatment, consider this statement from a patient: “I don’t know anything about your unconscious, but the way you understand me, and what you say to me, are filtered through it.” The patient was telling me about his anxiety. How can I trust you? How do I know that what I learn in this treatment is relevant to me and not to you? Indeed, who I am as a person will inevitably impact the treatment my patient receives, the way he is changed by the work we do together. And I cannot answer his implicit question. I am offering him something that I cannot know a priori, not just about the outcome of the treatment, but about me. The oscillation between acknowledgment and disavowal of this uncomfortable fact has been part of my development as an analyst and part of the development of psychoanalytic theory (see Humphrey Morris in this issue).
Early in my training I read two papers by Thomas Ogden about his process of reverie in analysis. In one, “Reverie and Metaphor” (1997b), he “paraphrase[s] and extend[s] Winnicott”: “we must live with the paradox (without attempting to resolve it) that there is no such thing as an analysand apart from the relationship with the analyst” (p. 720). In the other, “Reverie and Interpretation” (1997a), he writes, “Neither should we dismiss any reverie as simply ‘our stuff,’ i.e., as a reflection of our own unresolved conflicts, our distress regarding events in our current life . . . our state of fatigue, our tendency to be self-absorbed” (p. 570). These papers struck both awe and terror into my heart. Awe that Ogden could be so comfortable with himself that he could allow his unconscious to commingle with the patient’s and not worry about the harm he might do, so confident that he could use his unconscious to understand the patient, and terror that my patients would be subject to the forces of my unconscious.
This type of thinking about clinical process raised the issue that has vexed me since—the subjectivity of the analytic process. What I mean by that is that my particular character, my unconscious, will impact the patient. And that effect will be different from that of another analyst, for better and for worse. And, for the most part, I will be unaware of my impact. The things I am aware of, I can hear in the patient’s remarks. But the things that are unconscious in me are unconscious for a reason, and I am probably not going to be attuned to hearing my patient’s response to them. Even leaving aside my blind spots and my dumb spots, there is still me. I become an object of identification, with my idiosyncratic speech patterns, my sense of humor, my areas of interest. My patient doesn’t just get an analysis, like someone would get a knee replacement. They get me.
Here is a brief clinical vignette: The patient, an art historian, was referred to me by a senior colleague, a man I highly esteem and an artist himself. For the first several years of the treatment, I was convinced that the patient would have done better in treatment with my colleague. I was unable to experience the patient as being attached to me, though when I presented clinical material to a study group, no one had any doubt about her attachment. My interpretations were tentative, my attitude apologetic and cautious. The patient noticed this and commented on my concern that I not injure her. How do we understand this? Was this an inevitable “role-responsiveness” on my part (Sandler 1976)? Was this a projection or projective identification? Or was this my transference to my colleague that I brought into the room with the patient and imposed on her? If the last, the patient will have gotten something she didn’t ask for in an analysis: having to contend with my internalized objects.
Although the particular subjects of my discomfort are, of course, uniquely my own and relate to my own particular history, we as a field dance around this very fundamental aspect of psychoanalysis. That the analyst is a person with his or her own history, and unconscious motivations, has been given short shrift until relatively recently. Even the countertransference literature, which explicitly addresses the role the analyst’s unconscious plays in her analyses, can at times seem to imply that if we just examined our reactions to our patients well enough, then we could understand more about ourselves and more about our patients, and we could somehow clear the field of our influence. As powerful and as personal as many of the vignettes in this literature are, they seem to lead us back to a state of ease, of knowingness, of obtainable objectivity. We cannot seem to let go of the ideal image of the neutral, reflecting analyst. Why are we so reluctant to acknowledge our subjectivity in the process?
Lessons from the Early History of Psychoanalysis
Some of our reluctance, perhaps, is a necessary disavowal (as Morris discusses in this issue)—necessary to do the work and necessary for the field to develop—and stems from our history as a field. If analysis is merely a “procedure” we employ, rather than an investment of ourselves, maybe we can avoid the emotional upheaval experienced by the first psychoanalyst. Whatever the actual outcome of the treatment of Anna O., we know that for Josef Breuer conducting it was overwhelmingly disruptive. In 1907, in a letter to Auguste Forel, Breuer wrote that while much of what he learned in the treatment of his now famous patient was of great scientific importance, he also learned that “it is impossible for a ‘general practitioner’ to treat such a case without his activity and the conduct of his life thereby being completely ruined. I vowed at the time never again to subject myself to such an ordeal” (Grubrich-Simitis 1997, pp. 26–27). What Breuer had discovered, in addition to the talking cure, is that being that involved with a patient takes its toll on the analyst. This toll can lead us to withdraw from patients, to resist involvement with them, or to disavow that involvement, preferring, perhaps, to pretend that the analytic relationship is not a “real” relationship.
Freud’s early papers provide an antidote to that kind of “all in” experience. The patient presents with symptoms, the analyst puzzles them out through his detective work and his method of free association, symptoms are relieved, and the patient is cured within a relatively short period. Of course, we know now it is not so simple; but that focus on the patient’s symptoms and the uncovering of the unconscious, uninfluenced by the person of the analyst, has had for me, and for many, a magnetic pull, no matter how often I am made aware that that neatness does not exist in my office. In my fantasies, I am the surgeon excising the diseased part; I am the mathematician solving the problem. In this model, the patient is the symptomatic one, not me. He has obsessional symptoms; she uses projective identification; he is masochistic. And I have the tools to help. The patient, who most likely has arrived in my office by chance, and in any event could not know what she is getting into, will emerge from the treatment unharmed by my aggression, unseduced by my charm, uninfluenced by my unconscious needs and conflicts. Particularly when I began analytic training, just starting my own analysis and afraid of the unconscious forces with which I was becoming acquainted, acknowledging that my personhood would affect the patient felt like more than I could bear in going about my daily work. It was much more comfortable to imagine that I was uninvolved, and to maintain what my superego would consider the ethical position.
With more clinical experience, Freud, too, seems to have recognized, and then become uncomfortable with, the role the analyst’s personhood plays in the treatment. In 1915, in “Observations on Transference-Love,” Freud begins to acknowledge that the analyst plays a role in promoting the erotic transference, but then he quickly steps back: “He has evoked this love by instituting analytic treatment in order to cure the neurosis. For him, it is an unavoidable consequence of a medical situation, like the exposure of a patient’s body or the imparting of a vital secret” (p. 169). The fault lies in the method, in the simple act of instituting analytic treatment, not in the analyst. In the Rat Man case, Freud (1909) similarly pleads innocent. In the third session, the patient struggles to tell Freud about the story the cruel captain told about the rat torture. He stammers and gets off the couch, begging to be released from having to recount the horrific details of the torture. But Freud does not yield. “I assured him,” he writes, “that I myself had no taste whatever for cruelty, and certainly had no desire to torment him, but that naturally I could not grant him something which was beyond my power” (p. 166). In both cases he is disavowing responsibility for the suffering the treatment might occasion the patient. Is this a conscious reluctance to inflict suffering or an unconscious resistance to acknowledging his sadism?
And then, to ensure that we check our drives at the door, in “Observations on Transference-Love,” in the same paragraph I cited earlier, Freud also denies the analyst any gratification. “It is . . . plain to him that he must not derive any personal advantage from [the patient’s love]” (p. 169). While he seems to be talking about sexual gratification, this dictum strikes the beginning analyst as a prohibition against getting anything from the patient, further inhibiting discussion, and likely thought, about how our desires affect the treatment. At the same time, we all know that we want something from our patients and that we get it, if only the feeling that we are working as analysts (Wilson 2003, 2013).
As the field matured, countertransference and even the analyst’s unconscious became more speakable. In “Counter-transference and the Patient’s Response to It,” Margaret Little (1951) addresses the ways our personhood may infect the treatment. She begins the paper with a clinical vignette. A patient has given a successful professional presentation two weeks after his mother’s death. The patient reports in analysis that he is feeling anxious. The analyst interprets this feeling as being due to the patient’s fear that he, the analyst, might be jealous of his success. “The interpretation was accepted,” Little reports, “the distress cleared up quite quickly, and the analysis went on” (p. 32). Two years later, now no longer in analysis, the patient realized that the interpretation of his distress “had in fact been the correct one at the time for the analyst, who had actually been jealous of him, and that it was the analyst’s unconscious guilt that had led to the giving of an inappropriate interpretation” (p. 32; emphasis added). In this case, perhaps, the interpretation led to symptomatic relief even if it was off target. Little suggests that the efficacy of the interpretation related to the patient’s “unconscious recognition of its correctness for his analyst and his identification with him” (p. 32). That is, the patient is so identified with the analyst that an interpretation appropriate to the analyst is mutative for the patient, even though the interpretation does not address the source of the patient’s anxiety. Heinrich Racker (1957) makes a similar observation: “What makes these happenings so important is the fact that the analysand’s unconscious is fully aware of the analyst’s unconscious desires. Therefore the patient once again faces an object . . . that unconsciously seeks to satisfy its own desires or allay its own anxieties rather than to understand and satisfy the therapeutic need of the patient” (p. 334).
Some fifty years later, Vincenzo Bonaminio (2008), writing about the analyst as person, reports on his treatment with Giovanni. The treatment feels stuck for a long time, until the analyst has what he calls, following Winnicott, a “healing dream.” From this dream, the analyst emerges with a metaphor for thinking about the patient. The patient is far away, as if on Mount Everest, and frozen. He begins to use this metaphor with the patient, and the patient responds in kind. This kind of language becomes part of the therapeutic dialogue and seems useful. With a different analyst, the language might have been different, the stuckness might have taken a different form, and the whole analysis might have been different. As Bonaminio writes, “Certainly, the analyst has a subjectivity of his own that leads him to reelaborate what the other narrates to him, and that makes his listening different from any other listener’s” (pp. 1140–1141).
These examples point to the iterative nature of identifications in the analytic process. The analyst identifies with the patient, through her own lens, and the patient identifies with the analyst. In Little’s case, which is based on her own analysis with Ella Freeman Sharpe, we have follow-up data. The interpretation was useful affectively but was not mutative; it sat like a foreign body in her mind until she was able to recognize its provenance. In Bonaminio’s patient, it appears that the commingling of unconscious content from each member of the dyad was useful therapeutically and moved the treatment along. But we don’t know, we cannot know, the impact that our personhood will have on our patients, for good and for ill.
Learning to be an Analyst
This realization is a bitter pill to swallow for analytic candidates (maybe even more so for those of us trained in the medical model, where “cure” and “sterile field” are appropriate aims). In some ways our analytic training system breeds a disavowal of the influence of the analyst as person on the outcome. Perhaps this is an area where the education of psychoanalysts is more aptly termed, as the French call it, formation, and perhaps the fantasy of learning a skill or a technique in American psychoanalytic institutes creates some of the issues I am describing. But as with the work in general, I can write only from within my experience. In what I assume to be standard American psychoanalytic education, candidates learn how to “do” psychoanalysis. They go to lectures, read papers, and get supervision regarding their patients. There they hear about how analyst X does things, as if analysis were a technical procedure, which if executed correctly will effect a good result. I don’t imagine that I am the only therapist to read a paper with a case vignette or listen to a case presentation and think: “This is beautiful. I will try that.” But, of course, I can’t try that. My patient is not that patient, and, perhaps more importantly, I am not that analyst.
Clinical examples are like buying clothes from a catalog: they look great on the models, but not always on us. What we don’t learn and can’t learn from these vignettes is who the individual analyst is and why that technique works for that person (and why it might not be such a good fit on us). We see a snippet of a treatment, massaged to fit a particular theory. The result for the candidate I was, and at times for the graduate analyst I now am, is a sense that I am doing things wrong, because my treatments don’t look like that. And when I try to make my treatments look like that, or take a theory or approach that my supervisor has suggested directly into my office with my patient, I generally miss the patient. My wish to fit a particular predetermined theory has led me away from my own immediate experience of the patient and his of me. Perhaps more importantly, however, in identifying with the supervisor, or the writer of the most recent paper I have read, I am taking on another persona that might fit me as badly as the theory fits my patient. The words I most dread hearing from a patient are, “I’ve been thinking about what you said last week. Can you explain it again?” Usually that means I have introduced some bit of theory that has come from without, in a bit of zeal to finally have “the answer,” something I have come to see as my retreat from the depressive position (Cooper 2016). I have lost the capacity to be myself with the patient where we are, rather than to know from on high.
This should not be understood as an argument against theory. I do wonder, though, if we do candidates a disservice by teaching theory as if it were the Ten Commandments, handed down as a truth with a capital T, devoid of historical and interpersonal context, rather than as the work of very particular men and women working in very particular social and intellectual milieus with very particular patients. Although I think that the search for capital T truth is a developmental phase in becoming an analyst, just as copying old masters is a way of developing skill as an artist, it can also serve as a retreat from our patients and ourselves.
Judy Kantrowitz has written extensively about the importance of patient-analyst match in treatment outcomes. She has also written convincingly about the impossibility of knowing, a priori, what will make a good fit (Kantrowitz 1986). Given this uncertainty—because we cannot know our unconscious, because we analyze in character (Kite 2008), because “it is what the analyst is rather than what he says that matters” (Nacht 1962 p. 207), because “no psycho-analyst goes further than his own complexes and internal resistances permit” (Freud 1910, p. 145)—we are confronted with an ethical dilemma when we engage a patient in an analytic process. We offer a treatment we believe will be helpful, with whichever model of therapeutic action we find most compatible or compelling. Following Freud, we approach the clinical situation with an ideal of stoicism (Kirsner 2006), a discipline that is necessary for establishing the frame and treatment contract, a necessary disavowal, as Humphrey Morris calls it. But this discipline may also blind us to the ways we as people are implicated as the treatment proceeds and in the outcome it obtains.
Conclusion
The ethics of the analyst as person lies in acknowledging just that. The analyst is a person. No one would say that we are not people, of course, and much of the more recent literature (e.g., Aron 1991; Renik 1993; Hoffman 1994; Wilson 2003, 2013) points to the way our responses to patients are intimately connected with who we are as people, particularly in our unconscious countertransference response, and these writers also encourage us to learn about ourselves from our patients’ understanding of us. However, I believe this attitude exists in tension with the disavowal of our personhood that runs through our literature and mythology. Even within the recent literature I have mentioned, there is an idea that we can be known, and that we can come to know, through our countertransference, all that is necessary for us to know about ourselves as analysts. I would argue that there are aspects of ourselves and of our contributions to the treatments we conduct that are unknowable, and the best we can do is to accept that. This is both a developmental achievement and an ethical imperative.
Footnotes
Faculty, Boston Psychoanalytic Society and Institute; Lecturer in Psychiatry (part-time), Harvard Medical School.
