Buddhist thought has been helpful for me with this because the Buddhaâs first noble truthâthat life is tinged with a sense of pervasive unsatisfactoriness (or suffering)âtakes it as a given that there is always some way that we feel unseen, unknown, or unrecognized.
Psychoanalysis has explored many of the most obvious parental failings that contribute to such feelings but, in trying to find the source, or the cause, of personal uncertainty, it has encouraged people to overly blame their families of origin rather than taking on the responsibility of reaching out to establish whatever kinds of connections are actually possible in life.
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The Buddhaâs teachings run counter to this tendency to find fault. He normalized feelings of inadequacy and threw responsibility back onto the individual to sort them out. He taught mindfulness as a method of probing the self and found that impartial attention to moment-to-moment experience yields surprising but predictable insights into the selfâs
contingent and relational nature. These insights, which precipitate spontaneously out of concentrated attention and mindful reflection, make abundantly clear that our habitual efforts to defend ourselves against our intrinsic groundlessness make things even worse.
Even with good-enough upbringing and the consolidation of what might be called a good-enough self, according to the Buddhaâs logic, there will still be disquiet, confusion, and insecurity because we are all instinctively struggling to be something (independent, solid, coherent, and self-sufficient) we can never be. Even in healthy personality development, we emerge from childhood defending against the underlying truth of how contingent, provisional, and dependent we actually are. The persistence of such feelings, far from being a symptom of parental failures (even if there have been such failures), is actually the seed of wisdom. Fighting against them only rigidifies our defenses and isolates us further. Acknowledging the emptiness that frightens us, whatever its source may be, is the key to a deeper, and truer, understanding. The emptiness that we fear is not really empty. When it is successfully turned
into an object of awareness, it reveals itself to be vast, luminous, and reassuringly, albeit mysteriously, alive.
But, as important as it is to understand the sources and details of oneâs pain, understanding is rarely enough. My patients come to therapy wanting the burden of their accumulated experience lifted. Yes, they want to make sense of their lives, but that is not usually their fundamental or exclusive aim. First and foremost, they are trying to get over their accumulated trauma in order to feel less fearful, isolated, forlorn, helpless, alone, anxious, or depressed. They might not be able to say it so clearly, but they are reaching for things
beyond thought, trying to make contact with essential capacities that have been sacrificed in their efforts to adapt, adjust, comply, cope, or conform.
Winnicott, and here the parallels to the Buddha are difficult to ignore, believed that âbeingâ precedes âdoing,â and that its recovery is the route back to our original nature. He felt that âbeingâ is everyoneâs birthright, but that it is something of a lost art, that compliance often robs people of it, that creativity depends on it, and that therapy can serve as a means of rediscovering it if a therapist is sensitive to the need and does not let their male element, in the form of intrusive interpretations, however erudite they may be, interfere. The Buddha, to my mind, thought along the same lines. He said that our original nature is obscured by our cravings and our frustrations, that the ego that emerges in healthy emotional development, while necessary for some things, also blocks us from our underlying and inherent freedom. âBe here now,â my old friend Ram Dass used to proclaim, making it sound as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
He [Winnicott] was by no means a Buddhist, but I believe he, too, healed by modeling being. He mostly used mother/infant vocabulary to describe his mode of relating, but this did not stop him from describing, in disarmingly frank terms, his own internal process:
It is only in recent years that I have become able to wait and
wait . . . and to avoid breaking up this natural process by making
interpretations. . . . It appals me to think how much deep change I
have prevented or delayed . . . by my personal need to interpret. If
only we can wait, the patient arrives at understanding creatively
and with immense joy, and I now enjoy this joy more than I used to
enjoy the sense of having been clever. I think I interpret mainly to let
the patient know the limits of my understanding. The principle is
that it is the patient and only the patient who has the answers. We
may or may not enable him or her to encompass what is known or
become aware of it with acceptance.