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hauntedbystorytelling · 4 months
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Solenoid therapy in 1902
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omi-papus · 5 months
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I need therapists to actively advertize themselves as fandom friendly and fandom literate because I dont know how to explain to a normal person that people like my ocasional alien shipping posts as a reason for why I havent jumped off a cliff. Like that is what the world looses if I go.
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psychology-daily · 2 years
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deadnymaster · 1 year
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The new member of Therapy group :)
Silver´s eyes bassed on @mijus art style on twitter (they are so fucking baddas, I love her style)
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cupniae · 2 years
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Don't you just love to walk around this autumn ego.
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rosalyn51 · 1 year
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The New York Times
Reflecting on Sigmund Freud A museum marks a milestone in his family’s life and celebrates his psychoanalytic prowess at a time when mental health isn’t all that healthy.
By Farah Nayeri Oct. 31, 2022
LONDON — It may well be the most famous couch in human history.
The divan on which Sigmund Freud received some 500 patients sits in the London home where he spent the last year of his life after his escape from Nazi-occupied Vienna. It’s shaped like a chaise longue, with a Persian rug laid over it. Freud would sit in a chair beside it to avoid eye contact with his patient, surrounded by books, antique vessels and statuettes.
That storied piece of furniture is the centerpiece of the Freud Museum since it opened in 1986 inside a large brick house in the leafy north London area of Hampstead. The house and its contents were meticulously preserved by Freud’s daughter Anna, a pioneer of child psychoanalysis who lived and worked there until her death in 1982. Shortly before, she sold the land and building to a charity with the stipulation that a museum be established in her father’s name.
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The divan on which Sigmund Freud received some 500 patients.Credit...Rasid Necati Aslim/Anadolu Agency, via Getty Images
“When people enter the museum, it’s the couch that they want to see: It’s almost like a sacred secular relic,” said Giuseppe Albano, the museum’s director since July, who previously ran the final home of the poet John Keats in Rome.
He described the divan as “a magnet for visitors from all over the world,” and said they were drawn, above all, to “the human stories connected with it.”
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Sigmund Freud at his Hampstead home in London.Credit...Associated Press
Mr. Albano explained that the museum was especially relevant today. People everywhere have been increasingly concerned about their mental health, particularly in the aftermath of the pandemic, and Freud was a central figure in the development of therapy and psychoanalysis. The museum is looking to build up its connections with global audiences by developing digital tools such as virtual reality, augmented reality and immersive videos, and working with the Institute for Digital Archaeology (based in Oxford, England), will produce upcoming events for it.
When Freud first moved into the house with his family in September 1938, he was happy with it. Besides being “very beautiful,” he wrote, it was “light, comfortable, spacious.” There, he enjoyed pleasant moments with his family, both indoors and in the garden, and met such luminaries as Salvador Dalí and Virginia Woolf, who published his books in English.
Yet the house also tells the heartbreaking story of Freud’s escape from the Nazis, of his displacement, and of his agonizing battle with cancer.
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The Freud Museum where Freud lived with his family during the last year of his life in London.Credit...Rasid Necati Aslim/Anadolu Agency, via Getty Images
The visit starts in the dining room, which is dominated by the well-known portrait of Freud in a three-piece suit, cigar in hand. On another wall are four smaller black-and-white photographs that show Freud’s apartment at Berggasse 19 in Vienna in September 1938, three months after he and his family fled to Britain. The pictures were taken by a young photographer named Edmund Engelman who had the dangerous mission of capturing those last views of the apartment.
One of the images shows a banner emblazoned with a swastika hanging over the exterior entrance to the building. Others show the interior of the Freud apartment: the famous rug-draped couch, covered with blankets and a pillow, and shelves, vitrines and commodes crammed with books and antiquities.
A display next door recalls the Freuds’ dramatic escape from Vienna. There is a tax certificate detailing the amount they paid to secure permission to leave; a letter from the British Home Office authorizing Freud to practice psychoanalysis in London; and photographs of the trip from Vienna to Paris to London on the Orient Express.
“The feeling of triumph on being liberated is too strongly mixed with sorrow,” Freud wrote in a letter immediately after departure, “for in spite of everything I still greatly loved the prison from which I have been released.”
Nearby display cases document the last year of Freud’s life. Alongside his trademark round eyeglasses, his wedding ring, and his overcoat are poignant objects linked to his illness.
A lifelong smoker, Freud was diagnosed with cancer in 1923 and underwent 33 painful operations. He subsequently wore a prosthetic jaw that is now on prominent display, next to the wooden clothes pins that he used to keep his mouth open. The pain became so excruciating that Freud died, right there in his study, of assisted suicide: a morphine injection ended his life — three weeks before the outbreak of World War II.
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The house and its contents were meticulously preserved by Freud’s daughter Anna, a pioneer of child psychoanalysis.Credit...Rasid Necati Aslim/Anadolu Agency, via Getty Images
Freud had many descendants. The most prominent among them was the painter Lucian Freud, who was born 100 years ago this year, and died in 2011. To mark the centenary, an exhibition has been staged at the Freud Museum by the author and critic Martin Gayford (who sat for Freud, has written extensively about him, and just co-edited a book of his letters titled “Love Lucian: The Letters of Lucian Freud, 1939-1954”). The exhibition is all about Lucian Freud’s relationship with his family.
Only 16 when his grandfather died, Lucian Freud was “very fond” of him, Mr. Gayford said, even though “he didn’t read his work.”
In the exhibition catalog, Mr. Gayford quotes the artist as saying that his grandfather “always seemed to be in a good mood. He had what many people who are really intelligent have, which is not being serious or solemn, as if they are so sure they know what they are talking about that they don’t have the need to be earnest about it.”
When it came time to put on the exhibition (programmed by the museum’s previous director Carol Seigel), the question came up “whether you put works in Sigmund’s study, which is really the great set piece there,” Mr. Gayford recalled. In the end, two works were hung in the study, and the rest of the exhibition — self-portraits of Lucian Freud as well as paintings, drawings and photographs — is held upstairs.
Mr. Albano said the museum was keen to draw attention to Freud’s original texts, because there was a danger otherwise that, as in the case of Karl Marx, the original writings would be interpreted and reinterpreted, and his message would get lost in translation.
With that in mind, he noted, the museum planned to commemorate next year’s centenary of the publication of “The Ego and the Id,” one of Freud’s most important works.
“We would like the Freud Museum really to be at the vanguard of a renaissance in interest in Freud’s work,” Mr. Albano said.
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Rosalyn51 Note: Filming of the movie FREUD’S LAST SESSION is currently underway in London. Anthony Hopkins plays Sigmund Freud, and Matthew GoodE plays C. S. Lewis. It is a two-hander with most of the scenes taking place in the study in Freud’s house in London (now Freud’s Museum). The timing of the New York Times article is perfect. The movie is directed by Matthew Brown (The Man Who Knew Infinity). The script is written by Mark St. Germain and is adapted from his play of the same title. It is scheduled to release in theaters in 2023 - Centenary of the publication of Freud’s “The Ego and the Id” (as the above article reminded us.)
Freud Museum London is located at 20 Maresfield Gardens, Hampstead, London NW3 5SX. Weekly tours on Thursdays and Fridays.
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fulltimecatwitch · 11 months
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being the eldest daughter is in itself a curse
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labidub · 9 days
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i think i love this little life
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watermelontheraphy · 1 year
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I. tears and ears.
i have been feeling so frustrated these days, i have kept the sorrows and thoughts solely within the comfort of my silence... but that silence has done nothing but make my mind drift into daze, and little did i know, i was falling into a dark pit of my hay-wired rumbunctious subconsciousness that drags me deeper down the hell hole. making me feel as awful as i could ever felt in my entire life.
i was trapped. trampled by the voices that i thought would be better off unsaid...
maybe, in some ways, it'll be better to stay silent... but little did i know, the fire within me started to perish.
they're persistent to tear me down, my thoughts.
and finally, a breath of fresh air... i finally let go of the voices that were ramming the walls of my chest.
there was a companion whose persistency never faltered, just as i almost lost my will... they were willing to listen.
i couldn't even hear myself, yet alone find the right words to say. but the tears fell off, and they told the story... i was tired, exhausted, unwilling to live.
and god knows how big of a relief it was to feel listened to.
ctto: @deaddolly1 from pinterest for the image above !
no capitalization intended.
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Therapist homophobic ig
I ain't forget the time I was with my therapist and she was like so "what's you type in boys?" like I didn't know this was conversion therapy.
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manglot · 1 year
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Remember to take care of yourself.
Here’s the list of a few things you can do to accomplish it. They may sound obvious but have you started doing them? It really can change your life for the better when you’re consistent. If you struggle with mental health that’s also a great start of a healing journey.
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sadariesvibes · 2 years
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Un Sugar que me patrocine mis terapias✨
~Es broma, pero si tú quieres no es broma~
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snowwhitexoxo · 2 years
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A million thoughts
There are many different types of people. The people who are optimistic in every and each situations, people who are the exact opposite of that. Some that are creative and love music and some that can't even draw a note on paper. There are those stereotypes. The bad boy with tattoos and leather jackets and the sweet girl who is always wearing dresses and skirts and who have the word innocent practically written on their forehead. You know the nerds and this weird girl who's a little bit too much into plants and nature right?
No matter what, you think you know what each of that person is likes, who they are and how they act no?
And then there's me.
A girl that's a little bit too much into Harry Potter and Marvel. A girl that's neither introverted or extroverted. Who wants to meet new people but is afraid to go outside cause her social battery is empty so fast. Someone who's a daydreamer and romantier. Someone that falls in love way too easy and too hard and who gets hurt every time they do. A girl that would rather spend the time home watching a movie than go out clubbing with others, and a girl that is everyones therapist but doesn't listen to her own advice or talks about her own problems. That girl who can't let go even if she knows she should, and that girl who puts the feelings from others above her own.
I'm the empathic girl with the pure heart, that just happened to be broken so often that she got numb, that she stopped caring, stopped trusting and stopped believing. That girl that ended up getting cold, and stopped sharing all her love because she knew she wouldn't get it back. That someone who once had a smile that would light up the room but now it wouldn't even reach her eyes.
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