Chapter 5 Section 4 Sexual Liberation Movement

"Why did you move to Manhattan when you were so successful in Germany?" I asked. "Because all my friends in Germany passed away, I couldn't stand the loneliness without friends, so I moved to Manhattan, America, far away from my hometown." "You're only 45 years old, why are all your friends dead?" "AIDS, our generation experienced the sexual liberation movement in the 1960s and 1970s, so everyone was sexually casual, and then bad luck came suddenly, and none of them were spared." "And you?" I asked to understand his current situation.

"I got away with it because I had a steady sexual relationship for the past 10 years." "Stable sexual relationship." I just repeat this keyword, because in the diverse sexual relationship of modern people, the meaning of a simple word may not be simple at all. "Oh, I'm a gay man, I love him, and he's devoted to me, so we don't have AIDS." The current American social atmosphere has made it possible for gays to speak out about their sexual interests, and the listener will not What a strange reaction. "All your other friends have gone, but he is still alive." I gently reminded him.

"He couldn't bear this feeling of loneliness, and when we were together, we felt an inescapable sadness. The romance of love was soaked in this deep sadness, so we had no choice but to break up." "Germany has become your sad place, and you have no choice but to leave." "Yeah, the only option was to leave. I got to Manhattan, bought an apartment, and it cost me almost all my savings. Then I started looking for a job." He paused. "The results of it?" "American companies are not interested in a German general manager. After several setbacks, I thought I was not a person who could go up and down, so I found a job as a waiter in a restaurant." Beck calmly talked about his work experience in Manhattan, I naturally think of what happened to the Turkish doctor of law above. In Manhattan, a paradise where everyone thinks they can succeed easily, how many people live in the hell of helplessness and disappointment!To be honest, I have a little admiration for Beck. A German general manager is willing to put down his airs and work as a restaurant waiter in Manhattan. I really can't do it.When I arrived in the United States, there were a few times when I was at the end of my rope and going to a restaurant was almost my only choice, but I still gritted my teeth and didn't take that step.

Baker continued: "When I was in Germany, I was working 80 hours a week, and there was nothing to do in Manhattan." "As a result, you have an anxiety disorder?" "I'm too used to seeing myself as a strong person. When I was deprived of the right to be a strong person, I suddenly discovered that my heart is actually very fragile." Baker is still willing to admit his weakness. "So, have you ever explored why you have anxiety attacks?" "To be honest, I really can't understand how such a strong person like me can become so helpless when anxiety attacks." Baker sighed.

"In Chinese Taoist philosophy, this is a very simple truth. It is called the anode must be yin, and the cathode must be yang. If you are extremely strong, the weakest yin will follow. In the same way, if you make yourself extremely weak, then The strongest sunny side will emerge naturally." "I can understand the reason why your anode must be negative, because my current state proves this, but I can't understand the reason that your cathode must be positive. Are you letting me continue in my current negative state?" "Yin and yang are originally one, and it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad. It is people's discrimination that divides yin and yang into good and bad. If you accept your weakness, then you don't need to have an anxiety attack because of your weakness, and you can also overcome your weakness. See the other half of your life clearly in order to fully understand yourself."

For a German with a masculine tradition, listening to my yin-yang philosophy of nougat candy made him feel very uncomfortable at first, but gradually he also understood the truth I explained.When he suddenly looked back and found that his life was only living on the positive side, like a curious child, he began to walk into the blurred and wonderful negative world. Beck, after all, had been a German general manager, his talent was only temporarily overshadowed by his anxiety.After only two psychotherapy sessions, he found a satisfying job. "Now I'm going to start busy work again, I don't think I have time to continue psychotherapy for the time being, but your words opened a door for me, and I will never forget it." The words are not polite, and I am sure that he will come to me when the old illness relapses in the future.

I have learned to draw infinite wisdom and energy from the great Chinese Taoist philosophy, and I am willing to make myself a channel to guide more people to understand the true meaning of life. Confront beautiful Tennessee girl with distorted face The Fifth Avenue Psychotherapy Center is located near Washington Square in lower Manhattan. The small building where the center is located has a history of more than 100 years.According to the location of the center, the patients received by the center should all be rich and upper-class people, but the most amazing thing about Manhattan is that the services received by the richest and poorest people are sometimes almost the same, so , a large proportion of the patients at the Fifth Avenue Psychotherapy Center belonged to the destitute class, many of whom were unemployed.Psychotherapy in the United States has indeed developed to the point where it is ubiquitous. The New York State Government provides a medical card for the poorest class, paying $55 for each psychotherapy.Some poor people can only receive $50 in relief every two weeks, but the medical card provided by the government allows these poor people to see a psychologist twice a week.On the one hand, I lament that the US government spends too much money, and on the other hand, I have to admire the medical services provided by the super empire of the world for its citizens, especially psychological treatment, which is dispensable in the eyes of ordinary people. The soft serve is so superior.

I write such an introduction here as if it has nothing to do with the story of the Tennessee girl I am about to write.In fact, the relationship is like this, because a considerable part of the patients who come to the center are from the extremely poor class. Naturally, the appearance of those class members will not be so beautiful, the clothes will not be neat and decent, and the personal hygiene will not be very particular. Psychologists all hope that they can take care of those high-level patients. I am not a sage. After serving the destitute, drug addicts and labor camp prisoners, I naturally hope to talk about more elegant things with high-level patients.However, I found a strange phenomenon in me. Every time a beautiful and outstanding girl is arranged for me, nine times out of ten they will tell me that they hope to find a female psychologist.Of course I pretended to be sincere and promised to help them find a suitable female psychologist, but this feeling in my heart still made me wonder if there was something wrong with my own masculinity.

I know many girls who have been sexually hurt to some extent, so they always have a certain degree of wariness or even hostility towards men.But when this kind of wariness and hostility are projected onto me with high frequency, although I know that this is an experience that I must go through as a male psychologist, I still hope that this phenomenon will not occur so frequently. Appear. When the Tennessee girl showed up at the clinic, her beauty was somewhat out of step with the abject poverty around her.The consulting rooms at the Fifth Avenue Psychotherapy Center are very small rooms, usually only accommodating two or three people.That day, the room I booked was a room that could only accommodate two people. After a Tennessee girl named Jenny sat down in that small room, I obviously felt that the environment was a bit strange, as if there was a tension and tension floating in the air. Anxious, Jenny's expression is also unpredictable, and her facial expression has a strange and slight distortion.

"You seem to be very anxious, you might as well relax." "I feel a little breathless, this room is too small." Jenny's face was obviously red. "The rooms in the clinic are full tonight. If you are not feeling well, you can go out to get some air."