Thank you so much for making Lacanian ideas more accessible. I am a psychologist in South Africa and I am very grateful for the opportunity to have access to these talks!
I worked alongside Derek years ago when we were all just starting out. He was always amongst the brightest and more importantly most helpful of my contemporaries. Nice to see he’s still going strong
My mother passed away on 7th November 2023. She gave birth to me on 4th November 1987. I will be celebrating both birth and death around that date from now on. This reminds of Buddha who was very sad remembering the death of a neighbour boy the same night when his son Rahula was born. I discovered Lacan during the very last year of the life of my mother. She died of CKD (critical Kidney Disease). I was already reading Buddha’s teachings on suffering, it’s origin in our mind etc. They say similar things. To passify myself or my mother I am not sure. She wanted to live more. I was the center of her world. She wanted to see me with the job of a professor. I remember few scenes vaguely from my teenage, 2003..2005 those years. Summer nights in West Bengal suburbs, a mosquito net. And hands touching me. I was lying between my mother and father. My father’s body aroused me. I was a teenager. I lived in a joint family. My cousin, three years older than me, would often come down from upstairs, he would make a light knock on the door where I would be pretending to sleep in between my parents. Then I would respond to the knocks, I arise and go out. Then I would make sex with my cousin in the next room. Around those years, some night or a few nights I would discover my mother’s hands touching me. I wouldn’t like it, as I see in retrospect as a homosexual man, that I was already aroused by the body of my father by then. You probably see where I am speaking from.
I must wonder if your mother lacked empathy and compassion. My feelings tell me that our mothers are our greatest ❤️ regardless of the quality of that relationship and whether we are male or female beings.
Thank you so much for making Lacanian ideas more accessible. I am a psychologist in South Africa and I am very grateful for the opportunity to have access to these talks!
I worked alongside Derek years ago when we were all just starting out.
He was always amongst the brightest and more importantly most helpful of my contemporaries. Nice to see he’s still going strong
Great formulation and explanation
thank you
My mother passed away on 7th November 2023. She gave birth to me on 4th November 1987. I will be celebrating both birth and death around that date from now on. This reminds of Buddha who was very sad remembering the death of a neighbour boy the same night when his son Rahula was born.
I discovered Lacan during the very last year of the life of my mother. She died of CKD (critical Kidney Disease). I was already reading Buddha’s teachings on suffering, it’s origin in our mind etc. They say similar things. To passify myself or my mother I am not sure. She wanted to live more. I was the center of her world. She wanted to see me with the job of a professor.
I remember few scenes vaguely from my teenage, 2003..2005 those years. Summer nights in West Bengal suburbs, a mosquito net. And hands touching me. I was lying between my mother and father. My father’s body aroused me. I was a teenager. I lived in a joint family. My cousin, three years older than me, would often come down from upstairs, he would make a light knock on the door where I would be pretending to sleep in between my parents. Then I would respond to the knocks, I arise and go out. Then I would make sex with my cousin in the next room. Around those years, some night or a few nights I would discover my mother’s hands touching me. I wouldn’t like it, as I see in retrospect as a homosexual man, that I was already aroused by the body of my father by then.
You probably see where I am speaking from.
Apologies if I missed it, but there’s a reference here to Dany Nobus’s views on this. Could anyone point me to where I can find these? Thanks
"maybe obsessional men", I loved that.
Very helpful thanks a stack.
I must wonder if your mother lacked empathy and compassion. My feelings tell me that our mothers are our greatest ❤️
regardless of the quality of that relationship and whether we are male or female beings.