Jung thought people related to the world (and to the Unconscious) in 1 of 8 approaches, depending on their mode of relating to others, and their primary approach to data input. I’ve written on these before – there are 8 basic psychological types in Jungian psychology.
In a tongue in cheek way I have my own four ‘psychological types’. Since I like literature, I use authors to portray these four categories.
The “problem patients” tend to resemble characters in literature, as written by -
Charles Dickens – Woebegone and sad, the “Dickens characters” are this way because of social injustices and poverty. Because society has screwed them, they hurt. These patients – through no fault of their own – are the victims of loss of job/health, income or other life misfortunes. They are hard to treat as what they really need are social reforms and assistance. They need resources, not a prescription. They are “good people” with bum luck. They make me feel sad.
George Walker – He is a playwright. George Walker charactesr are off the wall and extremely dysfunctional, with wacky families and/or relationships. Black humor at its best, George Walker types create their own grief through impulse and poor judgment. They touch and wrestle the tar baby, rather than walk away from it. George Walker types may be funny on stage, but in real life they are loose cannons. They make me feel discombulated.
Aldous Huxley – He wrote “Brave New World”. The characters therein deal with everything via pills and chemicals. They approach all problems as chemical imbalances: the solution is ‘take meds’. They won’t consider psychotherapy as it is not fast enough or deemed ineffectual – their problems can be solved by taking another Xanax. And when this doesn’t work (or I hint they are avoiding issue) they bristle that we haven’t found the right prescription yet. They make me feel frustrated.
Stephen King – “Stephen’s Minions” may be here on the superficial notion they want to be better, but they really don’t want to change. Think of them as a cross between a Harry Potter Dementor and Glen Close in “Fatal Attractions”. A far as I can tell, they want a theatre in which to create drama. They need people to try to rescue or improve them. Their satisfaction comes from seeing others fail in their attempts. More than a few of these at any given time in a practice causes headaches and loss of vital fluids. They make me feel drained.


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December 22, 2008 at 9:53 PM
YvesPaul
I’d probably a Stephen King… lol
December 22, 2008 at 11:29 PM
Peter
I don’t fit in, from my point of view, but maybe a therapist has another view on the matter…
December 23, 2008 at 2:59 AM
Lemuel
Your fordship, when you have time, would you like to play a game of Centrifugal Bumble-puppy?
[Very interesting approach]
December 23, 2008 at 6:38 AM
Ultra Dave
That sum it up rather nicely. I’m a combo of them all at different points, or different hours, depending. The value in therapy is the growth is self awareness. Only then can a shrink or medication truly be benefitical. A good doctor hand you a map. A great doctor walks with you as a guide. Spo must be Ultra Doc!
December 23, 2008 at 7:04 AM
Diederick
I don’t think I fit any of those, but it’s very interesting to see how a shrink tries to fit you into a box; like a kid trying to fit the pyramid into the round hole of the toy box. Labels never really fit 100%, but I bet they’re useful to explain in short terms to someone what is wrong or different about a person.
December 23, 2008 at 7:21 AM
tigeryogiji
Could be worse. They could be characters from H.P. Lovecraft…
December 23, 2008 at 7:55 AM
A Lewis
Isn’t there just a simple, normal, freak? I could relate easier. Happy Holiday week, my friend!
December 23, 2008 at 10:04 AM
Steven
I’d have to say I am a Stephen King. And not just for namesake reasons.
December 23, 2008 at 10:29 AM
Mark
Phew, that was heady for a snowy December morn. I didn’t really get it. Pass the egg nog! Party! Whoo!
December 23, 2008 at 2:11 PM
the hobbit
You know, I probably confused my last therapist. I wasn’t there to FIX anything. Just to talk about some recurring patterns of which I was conscious and wanted to change.
When I discontinued therapy, she said, “You know, you never mentioned your mother once.”
I said, “Why would I? She’s fine; I’m a gay MAN; I have *daddy* issues.”
She said, “Are you sure?”
“I said, Why would I waste my money?”
I’m going back into therapy, and I’m pretty sure she’s still not going to come up!
December 23, 2008 at 9:02 PM
Bunny Lynn
Hey there Sugar! One of my fav-o-rite books is “Rocket Jocky” by Philip St.John (1952 the John C. Winston Company) The title should tell you every thing you want to know about it an’ me…
Hugs, etc…
December 24, 2008 at 1:54 PM
Sean
i am so a charles dickens…feel sad for me.
December 25, 2008 at 11:25 AM
raybob
Dag! Surely there’s an archetype that makes you feel good, isn’t there? Santa-type? Pan-type? Bacchus?