Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I MUST CONFESS: I'VE NOT THOUGHT OF THIS.

There is a guest blog today. C.K. who has guest blogged here before sent this along for my reading and I requested permission to post it. I hope it you get something out of it.

A psychology book I was reading online elaborated upon the assumed superior status of the psychotherapist vs. his patient. This is just the opposite in confession: the priest may be a greater sinner than the penitent, but this is of no consequence. The authority to absolve is not based on the merits of the priest. It is an undeserved grace of God, just like the forgiveness that the penitent receives. Both parties can greet each other in perfect humility, without the stigma of “mental illness” being applied only to the “patient”. We meet as equals, in a sense, in that we both meet with the same disease of original sin. It is possible for a therapist to treat a patient smugly with his own pet theory or worldview (I have even heard of a psychologist encouraging multiple personalities because of the notoriety it earns him). But a priest meets you with truth that even he must accept with obedience. He gives something that he doesn’t just accept from a book, but believes in his heart. In confession, a free, unselfish love can be given to a stranger that a therapist cannot give to a patient he has known for years.

If a person suffers from schizophrenia, he is justifiably grateful to the psychiatrist who prescribes the right treatment to silence the voices in his head. But the patient can be made “well” without being made happy. Everyone needs meaning and purpose in life to be happy, and many people with no detectable neuroses (Carl Jung said one third of his patients were in this category) are seeking peace of soul from therapy and anti-depressants. To paraphrase Fr. Mitch Pacwa, religion may be the opiate of the masses, but it sure beats opium. Can anyone really say that they expect to have a session with a psychologist and leave his office with a prescription and say to himself “Wow, now I have a reason to be happy for the rest of my life.” But I really think that’s what people expect from therapy.

What if you could offer the wretchedness and misery of your whole life to God and be absolved of it in a instant even though you don’t deserve it, and to go basking in the glow of unconditional love…that sounds like something a person could get happy about. To be able then to go one step further and be united to perfect love in Communion as a promise and foretaste of the perfect love, joy, and beauty that can one day be yours. But this is the more challenging route. Making peace with God requires the ultimate blow to the ego, the submission of your will. You have to force yourself through the neck of the bottle, so to speak, and arrive at the other side, converted. You have to stop torturing yourself with false guilt (it’s my fault my brother drank himself to death) and own up to the real spiritual cancers (hate, lust, greed). You have to stop silencing the voice of your conscience with TV, music, and internet and face your sins and place your trust in God over the things you fear but can’t control.

So many of my friends have an obsessive fear of illness, and I think this really points to the ultimate fear of death. Recently I was watching one of those old Technicolor films where the Christian Roman soldier goes bravely to his death rather than deny his faith. In a second, all the reasons to do this filled my mind: for honor, for heavenly merit, because denying my faith is out of the question, but all of these reasons filled me with repulse. But then I thought what about for love of God? In an instant I thought, “Oh, must I only die once?” Love of God is the only antidote for a fear of death. And it’s the only reason to be happy for the rest of your life.
Just some interesting quotes:
"One of the founding fathers of psychology, Sigmund Freud, is quoted saying, 'Catholics don’t need me; they have their little black box.' He was referring to our confessional." Found at 4marks.com
"One of this century's most famous psychologists, Carl Jung, noted that, even tho the area where he practiced was mainly Catholic, most of his patients were Protestants or Jews. He surmised that on a human level, what others achieved in psychotherapy, many Catholics realized just by going to confession."
"He quotes famed Swiss Psychiatrist C. G. Jung: 'During the past 30 years, people from all the civilized countries of the earth have consulted me. I have treated many hundreds of patients, the larger number being Protestants, a small number Jews, and not more than five or six believing Catholics. Among all my patients in the second half of life . . . there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not that of finding, a religious outlook on life. It is safe to say that every one of them fell ill because he had lost that which the living religions of every age had given to their followers, and none of them has been really healed who did not regain his religious outlook.'"
One more here.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm happy to see this. I don't have a great love for the industry of medicine anyhow, especially after having worked in it, but I've always been last to say "mental illness" of anyone-- especially after working in a secular mental health center and seeing how quickly everyone was diagnosed with a disorder (by a number of gay and/or more troubled folks than their patients), thus officiating a need for extended and frightfully expensive care. Lots of that sort of therapy is often a false solace, or only brings one to the light too slowly, if at all. As I have said, I have a friend on numerous meds, now, all of them eating away at her liver, who has been in therapy for 30 years. Together, she and her "therapist" avoid truth. The Church, AA, or sometimes even the ear and advice of someone who loves us (Mom, Grandpa) might more greatly expedite a (much greater and more personal) healing. I say AA, because I've worked the steps twice as adult religious ed material for nearly a year both times, and the honesty (with God, self, and at least one other) in that hard and painful work not only calls us to account for the state of our lives, but makes us nod or re-nod to a higher power for help. But overall, every analysis that comes too much from outside of ourselves is too partial. When one sits down with a priest acting in persona Christi, however, one sits down not in a court but merely pre-Eucharistically with one's personally-loving Saviour Who knows us better than we know ourselves. The grace of reconciliation is no less a willed miracle than was worked for the one who said, "You can make me whole-- if You will it." He still says, "I DO will it.."

Anonymous said...

Just Me:

I'm so glad to hear your comments! That post was just beautiful! I've always been a little suspicious of therapy, but I don't have any experience of it. I have a friend who suffers from floating anxiety and panic attacks, and it seems that therapy reinforces in her mind that she is "sick". I try to point her in spiritual directions because I know I'd panic every day of the week if I didn't have my faith. Does the 12 step premise work with problems besides alcoholism? From experience I agree with you about the effectiveness of the ear and advice of a loved one. You can't pay a therapist to care.

If you've got more wisdom to share from your experience from the mental health care industry, I for one am interested.

I think I remember reading something G.K. Chesterton wrote about how any attempt to make a "science" around human nature is doomed.

Anonymous said...

justme's description of gay persons as being inherently troubled would lead me to believe that the "industry of medicine" is no poorer with him/her no longer working in it. While indeed there are bad therapists out there, there is a great need for well-trained and effective mental health professionals. Spirituality can be adjunctive to therapy and medication for mental illness, but it is no more a replacement for necessary medical treatment for mental health than it would be for heart surgery or chemotherapy.

Fr. V said...

Humorous side note:

I've recently switched the marriage evaluation "test" I give. The old one indicated that almost half the people that came into my office needed serious intervention for mental disorders, now I have a preponderance of "vitalized couples."

Anonymous said...

Anonymous:

I think that is C.K.'s point: heart surgery and chemotherapy are necessary, but you can't expect them to bring you peace and happiness.

Odysseus said...

-Spirituality can be adjunctive to therapy and medication for mental illness,-

Thank you for permitting this. On what authority do you grant us permission? Or is this just a baseless assertion of how things should be according to your great wisdom?

Anonymous said...

As much as it may distress, yes, I do see a disorder in homosexuality, and I really felt badly for folks' being counseled by gay persons and as I say, by some who were troubled in other ways. However, I worked there as a receptionist and file clerk, hence, I got to converse much, but also to read much, bill much (coded by diagnosis), and to overhear much-- between the therapists and docs themselves.

As for the medical setting which has been nursing/assisted living homes in which I truly served, they actually are poorer for my loss, Anonymous. But indeed, when I found out (I'm always the last to know!) at the mental health center that I had always been as pleasant to what was actually a group of repeat sex offenders as I would be with Mother Teresa (there in what was once a convent..one could still, in the file room, see the lighter paint on the wall in the shape of a large Crucifix), I, too, was one day glad I was gone.

Indeed, Sparky, it was Fr. John who led us in our adult religious ed series (small and large group faith discussions), even though we who showed up could not figure out how, if we weren't addicted to anything, could benefit --for this was in part his answer to the Holy Father's and the Bishops' call to further evangelize in the modern world.

He kept saying, "You'll see. Just trust me--I guarantee you all need this." Whew. What we saw was that we all are broken, and all had some unhealthy responses to life, etc. I am forever grateful to him for knowing that the blind cannot lead the blind. The series worked the actual 12 AA steps, but were set into two books, 12 Steps in the Bible, and 12 Steps of Spirituality. One of the bravest women in the world sat in on it one year; she had conquered her drinking a year or two before that, had moved away from an extraordinarily abusive relationship in which her child was shared most possessively, too, and she had been baptized and Confirmed into this wondrous Body.

Sweet and pretty, her long hair (her "veil") reminded me of the woman who wiped her tears upon Christ's own Feet. She laughed very sadly one eve, as if to re-condemn herself, "See? This is the difference between you and me: Whenever the door opens, you all look up happily, expectantly, welcoming. I'm always thinking my ex sent someone to spy on me." Her name is Marianne, if anyone would like to remember her in prayer (please). And although the book has changed somewhat, the original was by Michele Matto, if anyone may be interested in it.

Indeed, I would suffer panic attacks, too -- and more -- without the Church in my life! Gosh, look at how much a fruit loop I am even with it!!

Odysseus said...

Tag!

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Anonymous said...

Just me - thank you! After going through YEARS of psychotherapy, of having my therapists tell me that I needed to be angry with my father, I needed to bring in a teddy bear to the session, I needed, I needed... I got nothing out of any of these sessions! It was only after I prayed for a therapist who could help me deal with the tragedies of my childhood that I found an answer. A wonderful, Jewish man who was able to see how I was withdrawing, how I was hiding within myself and slowly drew me out.

Although I desperately needed this, I have found that there is no 'therapy' that has helped me more than Confession. I have come to love this Sacrament - and when I go to Confession before Mass at the Cathedral, the Mass is so much more powerful!

My therapist may have helped me through my past, but it has only been through the grace of God through Confession & the Mass that I can walk boldly with the Lord into the future! Lillian Marie

Anonymous said...

Lillian Marie:

Aren't you the one who is becoming a sister? It's always so encouraging to hear that someone with a vocation didn't have a perfect life. I think people look at religious and assume they were born in a holy water font. You've really given me hope!

Anonymous said...

Sparky - yes, I am. I am very flattered, however I can take none of the credit! It was all God's grace that has led me here. If you would have seen me 10 years ago - totally different person and not a very good Catholic, let alone Christian.

Looking back, It's totally amazing to me how God has had His hand in my life (as well as Mary!) Someone once said that our life is like a tapestry - we see if from the bottom. The loose threads hanging down, a mishmash of colors without any order. However, God sees it from above - and what a beautiful picture it presents when our Hearts & Souls are Holy in the Lord!

There's always hope when God is involved! LM

Anonymous said...

Amen, and amen :-)

And oh, Lillian Marie, I'm so glad for you.. I tell you, today for the first time, I have hope that my friend in her 50s may yet run into a therapist or a doc who truly will actively help her out of her prisons, and perhaps even back to the Sacraments Who/that await her. I don't know why I didn't do so..maybe because so much time has gone by and whenever anything begins to look better, she develops something physical, if need be...and that's why I say prisons in the plural, because they are Legion -- many, but because Christ lives, NOT endless after all. I will be praying for that helpful therapist to come to her.

:'-) Thank you for sharing, and for an unexpected facet of hope.