I have previously, and at some length, noted what I have learned from the delightful Nina Coltart.
Continuing on from there, let us turn now to her third and final book, The Baby and the Bathwater, published in 1996, a year before Coltart's death.
The book opens with a preface from the Anglo-American psychoanalyst Christopher Bollas, whose many books I commend to your attention and hope to reflect on later. Bollas notes that Coltart has here offered us "luminous autumnal visions of her life." If, he says, this is indeed her last book (as Coltart said it would be), then Bollas thinks she has saved the best for last.
Her first chapter opens with a case-study of a patient, a Welsh man, who was one of her first patients in the 1960s, from whom, she says, she may have learned more than anyone else. One important lesson was to find in certain sadomasochistic practices of this patient a "reparative wish" to overcome early childhood trauma, a phenomenon which has been much remarked on by other clinicians, including Robert Stoller and Adam Phillips.
In her second chapter, "Why Am I Here?" she returns to a theme we have seen in the past: that of the therapist's vocation, which, in the next chapter, she speaks of as a vocation to "this rather cloistered life," an image I find tremendously appealing.
She notes that a vocation has five features:
- giftedness
- belief in the power of the unconscious
- strength of purpose
- reparativeness
- curiosity
Of these, she suggests the reparative drive is the one that most distinguishes a therapeutic calling while also leading into the countertransference.
To the above list she later in the chapter adds "the capacity to love" one's patients, which need not consist always in positive feelings. Indeed, she recognizes one can love without always liking. In this, she puts me in mind of a more "medieval" or scholastic definition of love that consists in willing (perhaps today we might say "desiring") the good of the other.
She also notes in this chapter--without using the phrase, which does not seem to have caught on until after Coltart wrote--the importance of what today is very frequently described as "self-care." Coltart here speaks with characteristic bluntness: "take it seriously when I say that you need to attend with real care to rest, relaxation, and refreshment, wherever you personally find it. Don't let your devotion to the job become too contaminated by superego elements and certainly don't let guilt percolate into any of your forms of relaxation and rest" (39). Later on, in her penultimate chapter, "Endings," she adds to this by quoting an unnamed colleague: "Try not to worry about your patients and certainly don't ever take worry home with you overnight. Be concerned for your patients always--you will find that with true concern you can leave them behind when you aren't with them" (142-43).
She ends this chapter by noting that "We have the most interesting job in the world."
Skipping to her fourth chapter, "Handling the Transference," Coltart stresses once more the importance of being "humble and self-effacing" and perhaps this is nowhere more important than in not "pushing the river" as my supervisor, Dr Carl Jylland-Halverson, memorably phrases it. For Coltart, she says pushing a patient to a recognition before they are ready, before they themselves have almost grasped and voiced it directly, will almost always backfire. Here she quotes the old line "A man convinced against his will/Retains his old conviction still."
Coltart remained convinced, here and elsewhere, of the importance of returning again and again to Freud's early technical papers (esp. those between 1910 and 1915), and here notes how much Freud anticipated, correctly, the great emphasis placed today on establishing a good "therapeutic alliance." She also notes how he changed his mind (which far too few people seem to realize or credit him with) on a number of things, and was not nearly the dogmatician in everything he is sometimes portrayed as.
In her final chapter, which gives its name to the title of the book, she throws out a few provocative final ideas without much developing them. And she reflects on the importance of periodic throwing out of the "bathwater" of certain ideas--or, conversely, the retention of them, as the case may be. The point is to scrutinize what we have learned to see if it is still effective and valuable, and if not then to get rid of it rather than engage in what I might call a form of ideological hording or theoretical anal-retentiveness.
She confesses she's puzzled by people who remember their analysis in great detail, noting with evident relief that "many, however, do not, which is consoling."
One idea she goes after with especial bluntness, recognizing it may be controversial: that of analytic therapy as not providing a "corrective emotional experience." She notes its provenance in the 1940s in people like Alexander and French (and, I would add, later figures such as Sullivan and Yalom), but says that too many analysts poured cold water on the idea. Coltart's having none of it, insisting that of course analysis and analytic therapy does provide a corrective emotional experience, and there's no need to hide behind analytic neutrality or abstinence in denying this. In fact, ending this book by returning to her previous book, as I noted, Coltart says that therapy should not just supply a "corrective emotional experience" but it should also quite unapologetically give both therapist and patient an experience of enjoyment.
With that, we come to the end of Coltart's third and final book, and the end of her life. In a future post, we hope to look at the lovely Festschrift that was published posthumously: Her Hour Come Round at Last: A Garland for Nina Coltart.