Emotional Cognition Theory (pt 8B) A New Psychoanalytic Therapy

The Octopus and the Pussycat !!

Please see my book -- The Stigma of the Mentally Ill: Bob Does Everything Backwards The Stigma of the Mentally Ill Bob Does Everything Backwards by Robert N. Franz as a supplement to my treatment shown in the essays of (8A) and (8B).

(8B):
Throughout the course of my life I have tried to define my mental illness. I have said to myself -- "What is MY brand of psychosis?" It is necessary to find the answers.

At the same time I knew that I did not have the confidence "to take the world as it is." Why? Either by medication, drugs, or just by my own personal 'cranial juices' -- the biochemistry of my brain led me down roads which were extremely dissimilar to the family, friends and classmates about me. I was not carved in the same way. Their 'thinking' was saner than mine !!

According to one psychologist I had a need to 'reality test' to determine how and where to fit in to society. I had to 'come to grips' with this 'mental stuff'. Now I just laugh in the realization that so much thought is chafe and unwanted as well. It isn't necessary to pay attention to aberrant and crazy thoughts as long as I did not hurt someone else. Even in the bible the guy who wrote 'Revelations' must have been high on tainted 'Northern California mushrooms'. So just what 'facts' are my thoughts based on? We must ask:

From What Influences Does My Psychosis Come?

The psychotic thoughts I most feared were based on the timeless, odd, and gruesome thoughts which came in recent past centuries. The death of the innocent, various genocides, cold experimentation, odd mass murders, cannibalism, not to mention the Holocaust came to mind. I have always looked at the worst -- the 20th century gave me great fodder.

Based on a few facts my imagination would take off. Here goes:

I was told that most octopi in the sea have the intelligence similar to many of our house cats in the neighborhood. Both cats and octopi have each their own unique personality as each are curious, have minds of their own, and each can be aggressive.

The animals look very dissimilar yet as far as function goes they are in parallel niches as small predators, except that one is in the sea and the other lives on land.

An octopus has a larger brain not because he is smarter, but because he is an invertebrate. The "more efficient" mammalian house cat has a more condensed brain & brain stem; although his brain is smaller the nerve connections are more compact. Divers have reported octopi "leaning in " to observe human activity much as a kitty would do on land. The octopus and house cat have very similar intelligence. They watch other organisms and stalk in a similar manner.

These particular facts (and more) have given me a compulsion and obsession to lead me to "play with my thoughts" when walking the streets when withdrawing from medicine or chemicals -- or when traveling about when not 'mentally well'. In short, I would conjure up thoughts and use sophistic reasoning. These scientific 'facts' would become the 'basis' for my psychosis.

[It should be noted that these imaginative thoughts were of my mental construction. They were what my mind 'conjured-up'. For that reason I term these almost fantasy thoughts a "mental construct" -- that is the structure of thought that was going through my brain. In essence I am talking about my view of what was going on under the sea, on the land, or in outer space. Just like some hurricanes never reach land and are called "fish storms" so too it is just my imagination which tells me what is going on in other places (sick or not).

Contrast those thoughts to the cause of the psychosis. Psychosis may be due to certain stresses, such as post traumatic stress disorder (P.T.S.D.) or even simply a brain concussion. However in my case psychosis seemed to manifest with the withdrawal of certain drugs psychiatrists had gotten me "hooked" on. Every time I was rapidly or abruptly taken off certain medicines -- I then became psychotic !!]

Now about my psychotic fears: I thought of big cats and octopi wanting to eat me. I thought of strange aliens -- since an octopus's body was so foreign -- wanting to come and eat members of our species. I thought of traveling in space and encountering creatures who would be stronger and want to harm us. I imagined diseases emanating from space or deep under the oceans which could infect us. All in all I scared myself and became a psychotic ambassador of fear.

Since aliens would not have rigid bones I went on to further believe that they would be able to have the flexibility of traveling through space and time easier than humans. If there really was time travel it would be with us now simply because after all --"Isn't now just another time?" History could then be definitely changed. An example of this -- perhaps a warning to humans -- would have come from aliens in UFO's in the 1960's and '70's. Something was trying to tell us something at that time.

My psychotic reality -- my structured imagination -- led me at that time to walk and drive about the streets as a 'crazy man' who feared every step and who was unpredictable. Truly I needed help -- yet no one could cut through my own self-imposed isolation. I was alone in this world.

At that time I believed:

(1) That something was coming for me
(2) That someone meant to do me harm
(3) That I would end up hurt and alone in life

All of this -- plus violence perceived or real -- never let me trust anyone, least of all myself. Now, for whatever reasons, I recognize that fear has bothered me and that in actuality I was suffering from a certain Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

To combat my feelings and to heal my mental health I made up my own plans. Here is what I rely upon:

(A) Activities and actions involving others -- especially by using the Workbook of 'Emotional Intelligence Works' -- has helped calm me down and interface with others comfortably.

(B) Realizing that the aging process can grow to be a healing one.

(C) Adopting my Dad's attitude towards life especially when it comes to fear and bravery. He once told me: "We cannot help it. If there is a bullet out there meant for you, then it will get to you. Just continue with your life and hope for the best! Learn to accept and never, never, give up!!"

For me these attitudes work! By getting others involved in my life I can work too!

Please know that I am not so proud that I will not ask for help. Please also know that if you reach out I will do my best to help you as well.

We can work together -- we can all work together !!

Thank you!

Sincerely written;
Respectfully submitted,

Robert N. Franz
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