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This is an astonishing memoir of a young woman called only 'Renee,' whose descent into schizophrenia began at the age of five. Written with a diamond-sharp precision that lends it an eerie power, it tells the story of Renee's long sojourn in what she calls the 'Land of Enlightenment' or 'The Country of Tibet,' and of her gradual and painstaking return to 'wonderful reality This is an astonishing memoir of a young woman called only 'Renee,' whose descent into schizophrenia began at the age of five. Written with a diamond-sharp precision that lends it an eerie power, it tells the story of Renee's long sojourn in what she calls the 'Land of Enlightenment' or 'The Country of Tibet,' and of her gradual and painstaking return to 'wonderful reality.' Renee moves in and out of hospitals, sometimes able to eat only tea and spinach, or apples and spinach, because 'The System' forbade anything else.' She regresses to a state resembling infancy, and she experiences intense despair, although she always describes her experiences with a pitiless and remarkable calm, as though she has observed herself from a great distance. And all the while she is sustained by the attention and understanding of her analyst, Maguerite Sechehaye, who has contributed an illuminating Afterward to her story. This harrowing and unforgettable work is a classic in the literature of mental illness.

Worth reading - and re-reading - for Renee's chilling, carefully-drawn descriptions of her increasingly eerie inner world: The recreation period at school was often a source of the unreal feeling. I kept close to the fence as though I were indeed a prisoner and watched the other pupils shouting and running about in the school yard. They looked to me like ants under a bright light. The school building became immense, smooth, unreal, and an inexpressible anguish pressed in on me. I fancied that the Worth reading - and re-reading - for Renee's chilling, carefully-drawn descriptions of her increasingly eerie inner world: The recreation period at school was often a source of the unreal feeling.

I kept close to the fence as though I were indeed a prisoner and watched the other pupils shouting and running about in the school yard. They looked to me like ants under a bright light. The school building became immense, smooth, unreal, and an inexpressible anguish pressed in on me. I fancied that the people watching us from the street thought all of us prisoners just as I was a prisoner and wanted so much to escape. Sometimes I shook the grating as though there were no other way out, like a madman, I thought, who wanted to return to real life. For the street seemed alive, gay and real, and the people moving there were living and real people, while all that was within the confines of the yard was limitless, unreal, mechanical and without meaning: it was the nightmare of the needle in the hay.

I caught myself in this state only in the yard, never in class. I suffered from it horribly, but I did not know how to get free. Play, conversation, reading - nothing seemed able to break the unreal circle that surrounded me.

These crises, far from abating, seemed rather to increase. One day, while I was in the principal's office, suddenly the room became enormous, illuminated by a dreadful electric light that cast false shadows. Everything was exact, smooth, artificial, extremely tense; the chairs and tables seemed models placed here and there.

Pupils and teachers were puppets revolving without cause, without objective. I recognised nothing, nobody. It was as though reality, attenuated, had slipped away from all these things and these people. Profound dread overwhelmed me, and as though lost, I looked around desperately for help. I heard people talking but I did not grasp the meaning of the words. The voices were metallic, without warmth or colour. From time to time, a word detached itself from the rest.

It repeated itself over and over in my head, absurd, as though cut off by a knife. And when one of my schoolmates came toward me, I saw her grow larger and larger, like the haystack [in Renee's nightmares]. [.] During class, in the quiet of the work period, I heard the street noises - a trolley passing, people talking, a horse neighing, a horn sounding, each detached, immovable, separated from its source, without meaning. Around me, the other children, heads bent over their work, were robots or puppets, moved by an invisible mechanism. On the platform, the teacher, too, talking, gesticulating, rising to write on the blackboard, was a grotesque jack-in-the-box. And always this ghastly quiet, broken by outside sounds coming from far away, the implacable sun heating the room, the lifeless immobility. An awful terror bound me; I wanted to scream.

On the way to school in the morning at seven-thirty, sometimes the same thing happened. Suddenly the street became infinite, white under the brilliant sun; people ran about like ants on an ant-hill; automobiles circled in all directions aimlessly; in the distance a bell pealed. Then everything seemed to stop, to wait, to hold its breath, in a state of extreme tension, the tension of the needle in the haystack. Something seemed about to occur, some extraordinary catastrophe. An overpowering anxiety forced me to stop and wait. Then, without anything having actually changed, again realising the senseless activity of people and things, I went on my way to school.

If you value your own sanity, however, I advise you to skip Dr. Sechehaye's densely jargonistic appendices - which cost this thing a whole orange star.

Written from the perspective of a young girl losing her grasp on reality, this may a difficult read to follow along at times. In itself, though, it is a bit therapeutic.not just for those with schizophrenia, but any other debilitating mental illness as well. The book actually helped me through depression a long while ago. Here's a nice quote: “During the earliest attacks of Fear and intense unreality, I sometimes uttered these unconscious and shocking words: 'I should prefer to escape into madn Written from the perspective of a young girl losing her grasp on reality, this may a difficult read to follow along at times. In itself, though, it is a bit therapeutic.not just for those with schizophrenia, but any other debilitating mental illness as well. The book actually helped me through depression a long while ago. Tales Of Symphonia Ratatosk Isopropyl.

Here's a nice quote: “During the earliest attacks of Fear and intense unreality, I sometimes uttered these unconscious and shocking words: 'I should prefer to escape into madness to avoid this consuming fear.' Alas, I did not know what I was saying. In my ignorance I believed that madness was a state of insensibility where there was neither pain nor suffering nor joy, but particularly, no responsibility.

Never, for one instant, has I even imagined what 'to lose one's reason' actually meant. Torrent Dragon Medical Practice Edition Torrent. ”. Bu yil okudugum en iyi kitaplardan biri. Sechehaye Isvecli psikoterapist ve sizofren hastalarinin tedavisinde onculerden biri.

Piaget’ci kuram ile psikanalizin sentezinden yola cikarak gelistirmis oldugu teknik ile sizofren hasta Renee’yi nasil tedavi ettigini adim adim bu kitapda anlatmaktadir. Kitap iki bolumden olusmaktadir.

Ilk bolumde, Renee’nin kendi bakis acisindan yasadiklarini, duygu ve dusuncelerini ogrenmekteyiz. Ikinci bolumde ise Sechehaye, tum mesleki terimleri kullanarak, tedavini Bu yil okudugum en iyi kitaplardan biri. Sechehaye Isvecli psikoterapist ve sizofren hastalarinin tedavisinde onculerden biri.

Piaget’ci kuram ile psikanalizin sentezinden yola cikarak gelistirmis oldugu teknik ile sizofren hasta Renee’yi nasil tedavi ettigini adim adim bu kitapda anlatmaktadir. Kitap iki bolumden olusmaktadir. Ilk bolumde, Renee’nin kendi bakis acisindan yasadiklarini, duygu ve dusuncelerini ogrenmekteyiz. Ikinci bolumde ise Sechehaye, tum mesleki terimleri kullanarak, tedavinin asamalarini detayli olarak anlatmaktadir.

Renee’de ilk gercekdisilik duygulari 5 yasindayken ortaya cikar. “Basima gelenlere bir anlam veremiyorum. Ancak babamin bir sevgilisini oldugunu ve anneme aci cektridigini ayni donemde ogrenmistim. Annemin, babam kendisini terkedecek olursa, kendini oldurecegini soyledigini duydugumdan, bu gercegi ogrenmem beni busbutun altust etmisti.” Renee, 12 yasina dek daha pek cok kez gercekdisilik duygusunu yasar ve daha sonra bu duygu daha da yogunlasir. Anne diye hitap ettigi, psikologu Sechehaye’nin yillar suren tedavi edici calismalari baslar. Sechehaye, 1963’de 10-15 yillik klinik deneyimlerini “Simgesel Gerceklestirmenin Ilke ve Yontemleri” adli bir calismada toplamistir.

Asagida ki paragraflar, kitapdan sevdigim, beni etkileyen bolumler: “Yalnizca gercegi yitirip, Aydinlanma”nin insanlik disi, acimasiz ulkesinde yillarini gecirmis olanlar yasama sevincini gercekten tadabilir ve insanligin bir parcasi olmanin paha bicilmez degerini kavrayabilirler.” “Gercek yasamda anneden vazgecmek zorunda kalinca bu dayanilmaz ozveriyi imgeleminde, eger deyim yerindeyse, kendi kendinin annesi olarak, baska bir deyisle otizm’e siginarak kapatmaya calismistir.” “Bir takim nesnelerle iliski halinde olan bolumlerinden bazilari artik libido enerjisiyle beslenememektedir. Dolayisiyla bu bolumler canlilik ve sicakliktan yoksundurlar.” “Simgesel Gerceklestirme adli calismamda belirttigim gibi Annesi onu beslemeyi, dolayisiyla sevmeyi reddettigi icin Renee de kendisini sevemiyordu. Oysa ‘Ben’ anne sevgisinin ice alinmasindan dogan libido enerjisiyle beslenmeyecek olursa aninda yok edici guclerin baskinina ugramaktadir.” “Kaynagini anne sevgisinden alan libido enerjisiyle beslenmis ‘Ben’, bundan boyle kendini sevebilecek ve anneden bagimsiz yasayabilecekti.

Ayni zamanda gercegi yapilastiracak ve ona uyum saglayacak yeterli yapilasma duzeyine de ulasacakti. Bunun da otesinde insan ve nesneleri duygulariyla besleyebilecekti;.kendisini mutluluga bogan canli, devingen ve goreceli bir gerceklik duygusuna ulasabilecekti.” “Gercekten de butun sizofrenler ruhsal yasamlarini ifade edebilmek icin, sik sik yansitma, katilma, yogunlastirma, taklit duzeneklerine basvurmaktadir.”. I am glad I saw this on Goodreads and read it. Renee tells the story of her illness in a way that is very powerful and engaging. The way she describes what is happening and her thoughts and feelings are amazing.

It really gives the reader a glimpse into psychosis in a way other books on the subject don't. The Interpretation section of the book however, is a bit of a challenging read, steeped deep in Freudian thinking.

Its greatest fault IMO is that it doesn't give a time frame so one cannot gaug I am glad I saw this on Goodreads and read it. Renee tells the story of her illness in a way that is very powerful and engaging. The way she describes what is happening and her thoughts and feelings are amazing. It really gives the reader a glimpse into psychosis in a way other books on the subject don't. The Interpretation section of the book however, is a bit of a challenging read, steeped deep in Freudian thinking. Its greatest fault IMO is that it doesn't give a time frame so one cannot gauge how effective the 'cure' really is. Before starting, I should have hit some psychology books to brush up.

Still, there was a lot to take from Renee's recollections of her struggle with schizophrenia. The way she described her illness was both harrowing, and eye opening. The glimpse into mid 20th century psychology is obvious, given the deeply Freudian language her analyst used to describe her treatment. Whether the treatment was outdated or not, it clearly helped Renee. This was a fascinating read because of the view of a skewed p Before starting, I should have hit some psychology books to brush up. Still, there was a lot to take from Renee's recollections of her struggle with schizophrenia.

The way she described her illness was both harrowing, and eye opening. The glimpse into mid 20th century psychology is obvious, given the deeply Freudian language her analyst used to describe her treatment. Whether the treatment was outdated or not, it clearly helped Renee.

This was a fascinating read because of the view of a skewed perspective. Through this book I got a deeper insight into how patients with Schizophrenia experience hallucinations and the other symptoms of this disorder, which are difficult to imagine from textbooks. The only aspect I didn't enjoy much was the psychoanalytic therapy, because from my point of view it seemed as Renee was too much dependent on the therapist for everything and I got the impression that she recovered from the illness not because of therapy, but because of the natural course of the illness. T Through this book I got a deeper insight into how patients with Schizophrenia experience hallucinations and the other symptoms of this disorder, which are difficult to imagine from textbooks. The only aspect I didn't enjoy much was the psychoanalytic therapy, because from my point of view it seemed as Renee was too much dependent on the therapist for everything and I got the impression that she recovered from the illness not because of therapy, but because of the natural course of the illness. The writing style was sometimes less fluid, but given the time and narrator it's understandable. “For me, madness was definitely not a condition of illness; I did not believe that I was ill.

It was rather a country, opposed to Reality, where reigned an implacable light, blinding, leaving no place for shadow; an immense space without boundary, limitless, flat; a mineral, lunar country, cold as the wastes of the North Pole. In this stretching emptiness, all is unchangeable, immobile, congealed, crystallised. Objects are stage trappings, placed here and there, geometric cubes without meaning. People turn weirdly about, they make gestures, movements without sense; they are phantoms whirling on an infinite plain, crushed by the pitiless electric light. And I - I am lost in it, isolated, cold, stripped purposeless under the light.” —.