Freud Vindicated

[porphyry]

Some people want to dismiss Freud as so much nonsense, but how else to explain this tirade directed to myself from A.:

"Don't you talk to Mama! Mama is mine! I'm married to Mama! I'm going to sucker punch you!"

Comments

[siamhussein.livejournal.com]

The hits keep on coming, so to speak. I hope your child doesn't turn out to be Gordon Lish. But then again, it will be an amusing ride. Assuming you don't drop your guard, of course. (I would enroll him in a Katana course immediately. He needs some warrior training to set him straight.)

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Actually I do have ambitions for him to take up kendo. I wonder if he should start with something like Judo or Karate, though? or Aikido? And surely 4 is much to young?

I must confess I have no idea who Gordon Lish is, and Wikipedia did not help make your reference comprehensible.

His langague skills are prodigious. He started talking just like an adult by 2 1/2--one of his first words was detritus (unlike his sister who at the same age can say only one word: 'no'). But his formal training has been hampered by some strange resistance within him. He absolutely refuses to do things like recite the alphabet on commnad--yet he sings the alphabet song to himself sometimes; he refuses to identify letters most of the time, but, after the most minimal instruction from me, he recognizes all the letter forms instantly when he plays one of those idiotic video games on the PBS site. I am pretty sure he read a word ('books' co-incidently) off the tv screen yesterday, so we will have to press ahead somehow.

I know I could read by his age--though I can't imagine how I learned. I know in kindergaraten I read from cover to cover a book that I later discovered was pitched to the Middle School audience: The First Men in the World (on Cromagnon culture in Europe), and then moved on to Heinlein and Asimov. But in first grade I was badly misdiagnosed. I remember a conference with my parents where the teacher expressed the gravest doubts about my abilities. It turned out that it had never occurred to me that the elementary work she handed out to the class had anything to do with me so I never did any of it, or if I fooled around with it, never gave it back to her. She steered me into the slow reading group. The same woman, after I was out for about 3 weeks with chicken pox and had compeleted some workbook she gave my mother for me, chewed me out becuase I had finsihed the whole year's worth of work at one go, and had had the temerity to fill out the book with a flair pen (which then seemed something wonderful to me) instead of a pencil, threw it in the trash before my eyes. God help her if I should ever meet her now.

[velvet-tipping.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHA. This is utterly priceless. And yeah, I remember wanting to marry my father when I was around three. But then that wasn't very long ago for me.

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

So do we have a new friend?

[velvet-tipping.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think your husband found me somehow. Hi!

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Hello! :) I'll have to take a look at your journal soon when I have a moment.