The Foundations of Personality by Abraham Myerson (color ebook reader .TXT) 📕
[1] It is to be remembered that phrenology had a good standing atone time, though it has since lapsed into quackdom. This is thehistory of many a "short cut" into knowledge. Thus the wisest menof past centuries believed in astrology. Paracelsus, who gave tothe world the use of Hg in therapeutics, relied in large part forhis diagnosis and cures upon alchemy and astrology.
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dancing and good times that the normal girl does. She met a
promising young business man who fell immediately in love with
this demure looking young woman, and they were later married.
Once I asked her how the reform came about. “I don’t know
myself,” she answered frankly. “I never was happy—when I was the
other way. I always vowed reform, but when there was money around
I’d think and think about it until it was mine. Then I’d spend it
in a silly way to get rid of it fast. I craved good things, and
you know how poor we were. Then I lied just to have people like
me and pity me, even though I called myself a fool while doing
it. Often, often I tried to reform and for a week or two would be
real good. Then perhaps I’d see some money, and I’d try to think
of something else. But that money would come to my mind, and I’d
get hot and dizzy thinking about it. Perhaps I’d say, ‘I’ll just
look at it,’ and finally I’d go and take it—and feel so relieved
and spend it. After I left the hospital it seemed to me that I
could never smile again. I cried all night long; I wanted to die.
I could see one girl who thought I was so good and nice, and her
face as she looked at me when I left! Her eyes were wide open,
and her mouth was so stern, and she looked as if she wanted to
speak but she turned around and walked away. One day I woke up
after a restless night at home, and it seemed to me that I had
strength, that something had turned around in my nature, and
since that day I have never even wanted to steal. I haven’t had
to try to be good; it came as natural as eating and sleeping.”
The sexually under-inhibited are those whose sex control is
deficient. This may be either from over-passionate nature, bad
example, deficient mentality, vanity and desire for good times,
as in certain girls, etc. To discuss these types would be to
write another book, and so I forbear. But this I wish to
emphasize: that neither age, sex protestation of indifference and
control, occupation or social status, alters the fact that the
history of the sex feelings, impulses and struggles is essential
to a knowledge of character. Without detailing sex types, these
are some that are important.
1. The uninhibited impulsive, passionate (the bulk of the
prostitutes).
2. The controlled, passionate. Very common.
3. The frigid. Not so rare as believed.
4. The extremely passionate (nymphomania, satyriasis). Rare.
Always in trouble.
5. The sensualist, a deliberate seeker of sex pleasure, often
indulging in perversion. Common type.
6. The perverted types,—autoerotic (masturbator), homosexual,
masochists, sadists, fetishist, etc. More common than the
ordinary person dreams.
7. The periodic, to whom sex life is incidental to certain
periods and situations. Common among women, less common among
men.
8. The sublimators, whose sexual activity has somehow been
harnessed to other great activities. Fairly frequent among these
who either through choice or necessity are to remain continent.
9. The anhedonic or exhausted. Found in the sensualists and often
reacted to by the formation of religious and ethical codes, which
eliminate sex,—Tolstoy, the hermits, certain Russian sects, etc.
There is under-inhibition of a good kind. There are
generous-hearted people always ready to give of themselves to
anything or anybody that needs help. Often “fooled” by the
unworthy, they resolve to be calm, judicial and selfish, and
then,—their generous social natures override caution, and again
they plunge into kindness and philanthropy.
F. L. is one of these. As child, boy and young man he was
free-hearted to an extraordinary degree. Ragamuffin, stray dog or
cat, tramp, down and outer of every kind or description, these
enlisted his sympathy and help despite the expostulation and
remonstrance of a series of conventional good people, his mother
and father, his best friends and his outraged wife. The latter
never knew, she used to say, what he would bring home for dinner.
“He always forgot to bring home the steak, but he never forgot to
lug along some derelict.” More than once he was robbed, often he
was imposed upon. Once he met an interesting vagabond who spoke
several languages, quoted the Bible with ease and accuracy, and
so fired the heart of our simple man that he bought him clothes
and brought him home to stay. His wife threw up her hands in
despair. “But, my dear,” said F. L., “he’s a scholar who has
fallen on evil days.” “Ah,” she answered, “I fear it will be an
evil day for us when you took him home.” She had a good chance to
say, “I told you so,” when the rogue eloped with the best of
their silver.
Not only is F. L. impulsive and uninhibited in his generosity,
but his “pitch in and help” quality is about as well manifested
in other matters. If he sees a man or boy struggling with a load,
he immediately forgets that he is over fifty and well dressed and
steps right in to help. He saw an ash and garbage man—this is
his wife’s star story—struggling to lift a much befouled can
into his wagon. F. L. left his wife and some friends without a
word and with a cheery word threw the can into the wagon.
Unfortunately some of the contents splashed, and F. L. suffered
both in dignity and appearance as a consequence. He had to go
home by back alleys and had to endure the mirth of his friends
for a long time. But it did not change his reactions in the
least, although he was really vexed with himself and endeavored
to be conventional and self-controlled for a while. The point is
that F. L. attempts inhibition of generous impulses and fails as
ignominiously as a drunkard struggling with the desire to drink.
Of course he is of the salt of the earth. Upon such uninhibited
fellowship feeling as his rests the ethical progress of the
world. A dozen inventors contribute less to their fellow men than
does he. For their contributions may be used to destroy or
enslave their fellows, and it is a commonplace that science has
outstripped morals. But his contributions spread kindly feeling
and the notion of the brotherhood of man.
The over-inhibited, those whose every impulse and desire is
subjected to a scrutiny and a blocking, often come to the
attention of the neuropsychiatrist. But there are many “normal”
people who fall into this group, and whose conduct throughout
life is marked by a scrupulosity that is painful to behold. The
over-inhibition may take specific directions, as in the thrifty
who check their desires in the wish to save money, or the
industrious who hold up their pleasures and recreations in the
fear that they are wasting time. A sub-group of the
over-inhibited I call the over-conscientious, and it is one of
these whose history is epitomized here.
K. has always had “ingrowing scruples,” as his exasperated mother
once said. As a small child he never obeyed the impulse to take a
piece of cake without looking around to see if his mother and
father approved. He would not play unreservedly, in the
whole-hearted impulsive way of children, but always held back in
his enjoyment as if he feared that perhaps he was not doing just
right. When he started to go to school his fear of doing the
wrong thing made him appear rather slow, though in reality he was
bright. The other children called him a “sissy,” mistaking his
conscientiousness for cowardice. This grieved him very much, and
his father undertook to educate him in “rough” ways, in fighting
and wrestling. He succeeded in this to the extent that K. learned
to fight when he believed that he was being wronged, but he never
seemed to learn the aggressiveness necessary to get even a fair
share of his rights. His mother, a similar type, rather
encouraged him in this virtue, much to the disgust of the father.
Not to spend too long a time over K.‘s history, we may pass
quickly over his school years until he entered college. He was a
“grind” if there ever was one, studying day and night. He had
developed well physically and because of his hard work stood near
the top of his class. He took no “pleasures” of any kind,—that
is, he played no cards, went to no dances, never took in a show
and of course was strictly moral. It seems that the main factor
that held him back was the notion he had imbibed early in his
career that pleasure itself was somehow not worthy, that an ideal
of work made a sort of sin of wasting time. Whenever he indulged
himself by rest or relaxation, even in so innocent a way as to go
to a ball game, there was in the back of his mind the idea, “I
might have been studying this or that, or working on such a
subject; I am wasting time,” and the pleasure would go. By nature
K. was sociable and friendly and was well liked, but he avoided
friendships and social life because of the unpleasant reproaches
of his work conscience and the rigor of his work inhibitions. He
grew tired, developed a neurasthenic set of symptoms, and thus I
first came in contact with him. Once he understood the nature of
his trouble, which I labeled for him as a “hypertrophied work
conscience,” he set himself the task of learning to enjoy, of
throwing off inhibition, of innocent self-indulgence, and my
strong point that he would work the better for pleasure took his
fancy at once. He succeeded in part in his efforts, but of course
will always debate over the right and wrong of each step in his
life.
This one example of a high type of the over-inhibited must do for
the group. There is a related type who in ordinary speech find it
“difficult to make up their minds,”—in other words, are unable
to choose. Bleuler has used the term ambivalent, thus comparing
these individuals to a chemical element having two bonds and
impelled to unite with two substances. The ambivalent
personalities are always brought to a place where they yearn for
two opposing kinds of action or they fear to choose one affinity
of action as against the other. They are in the position of the
unfortunate swain who sang, “How happy I could be with either,
were t’other dear charmer away.”
M. is one of these helpless ambivalent folk, always running to
others for advice and perplexed to a frenzy by the choices of
life. “What shall I do?” is his prime question, largely because
he fears to commit himself to any line of action. Once a man
chooses, he shuts a great many doors of opportunity and gambles
with Fate that he has chosen right. M. knows this and lacks self-confidence, i.e., the belief that he will choose for the best or
be able to carry it through. He lacks the gambling spirit, the
willingness to put his destiny to fortune. Often M. deliberates
or rather oscillates for so long a time that the matter is taken
from his hands. Thus, when he fell in love, the fear of being
refused, of making a mistake, prevented him from action, and the
young woman accepted another, less ambivalent suitor.
M. is in business with his father and is entirely a subordinate,
because he cannot choose. He carries out orders well, is very
amiable and gentle, is liked and at the same time held in a mild
contempt. He has
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