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Est-ce prétendre que nous fassons les événements? Comment le certifier? Pour ma part, je ne le pense pas, au contraire: nous refusons d'enfremer l'évément qui nous travail, mais sa marque, son empreinte, son signe.
A, is a 35-year-old single woman who seeks analysis because, as she puts it, she is pushing a heavy burden in front of her, whose contents she does not understand. The first two or three years of analysis are characterised by a grievous silence and neither of us is able to find any words to free ourselves from the impasse. But I notice that after every session, A is redeyed and avoids looking into my eyes. She herself experiences her silence as forced upon her. She has no choice, but yet she conveys an emotional bond to me. The silence is like a cry of despair.
On one session that coincides with her birthday, a photographic-like picture arises spontaneously from deep inside her. She dates it from that autumn, when she was between 3 and 4 years old. She is sitting quite still on the lawn. It is shadowy and she is struck by the fact that there are no people. She associates the picture with a sense of desolation. A says that the picture is well-known, but it does not mean anything. Just a meaningless picture. “It is a kind of photo you just throw away. Contains nothing. It is my birthday today.… That Christmas, the teddy bear was destroyed by fire. It had the same size as I had. At first my mother did