Hallo Ihr psychologisch Versierten,
ich brauche nochmal Eure Hilfe. Erinnerst Ihr Euch an den Freund, von dem ich unlängst mal schrieb?
Noch mal kurz zusammengefaßt:
Mike ist 23, intelligent, sehr sensibel. Am 11.September arbeitete er im Rockefeller Center in Manhattan. Nach dem 11.09. hat er alles hingeschmissen, seinen Job und seine Wohnung gekündigt, und lebt jetzt vorübergehend bei seiner Freundin in Connecticut. Er weiß nicht, wie es weitergehen soll.
Die gute Nachricht: Nach dem ersten Posting, wo ich ja von einigen von Euch sehr liebe und hilfreiche Ratschläge bekam, hat er sich etwas stabilisiert. Aber seine Psyche ist immer noch völlig upside-down.
Er ist sich dessen sehr bewußt (er ist ein Mensch, der sich seiner selbst sehr bewußt ist, das ist eine seiner Stärken), aber er weiß nicht, was er tun soll. Er bezeichnet sich selbst als „paranoid“. Was in seiner Familie kein Einzelfall ist: Seine Schwester ist „Borderline-Hypochonder“ nach Definition einiger Ärzte.
Seine Panik-Attacken und Herbstdepressionen hatte er schon vorher, konnte aber noch damit leben. Meistens ging es dann um Angst vor dem Tod, um Angst vor einer schlimmen Krankheit. Seit September hat er sie nicht mehr unter Kontrolle, und die diffuse Angst vor einer Krankheit hat sich jetzt das konkrete Zielobjekt „Anthrax“ gesucht. Er weiß, daß er es eigentlich nicht haben kann, aber das hilft ihm nichts.
Seine Freunde, seine Mutter, seine Freundin sagen alle das gleiche: „Mach Dich nicht verrückt, logisch betrachtet kann das ja nicht sein, versuch, nicht mehr daran zu denken“.
Das hilft natürlich nicht.
Aber was hilft da noch? Ich habe unter meinem Posting einen Auszug aus einem ICQ-Gespräch mit ihm angefügt, vielleicht gibt Euch das einige Hinweise psychologischer Natur.
Bin für jeden Input dankbar.
Liebe Grüße,
Nike
_Relic: i dont know min, im just not right in the head right now
Min: Oh, I think none of us is really right in the head… 
Relic: dont feel good physically or mentaly
Relic: and i dont know what will help
Relic: i feel like gettin drunk or something and staying that way for a week
Min: Hm. Dunno if that _would_ help. It usually doesn’t.
Relic: yeah i know.
not literaly drunk
Min: If you think talking might help, talk to me.
Relic: thank you, but it wont
Relic: its my own battle
Min: I always thought it was _our_ battle. We all thought that, remember?
Relic: not this…
Relic: its all in my head
Min: you were there for me last week. Why not letting me be there for you now?
Relic: because i know it wont help…ill just sink deeper into it…i just need some time
Relic: im paranoid…and well…NO ONE can help me with that
Relic: not my friends, not my mother, not biana, not you, not Jason…
Min: you don’t know that unless you try.
Relic: i have
Min: tried? whom?
Relic: friends mother biana
Relic: they all say the same
Relic: and i know all they tell me
Min: what do they say?
Relic: yet nothing is solved
Min: what do they say?
Relic: that in the end i just need to stop thinking about it
Min: and you cannot.
Relic. i cant
Relic: ive been nit picking at every function of my body recently
Relic: and either blowing it out of proportion or misinterpreting
Min: Which is normal. I don’t think „just stop thinking about it“ is the right answer. I don’t think if there IS an answer, but it wouldn’t be healthy just to push it away. The fears are there, and real as what they are.
Relic: but i need to stop
Relic: its driving me to depression
Min: A question: Do you only have these fears since Sept. 11th, or did you have thoughts like that before, and they just became more intense, more specific, since what happened to you in New York?
Relic: ive had them before but more intense now
Relic: its never lasted this long
Min: did the topic change since Sept. 11th - or is it basicly the same things you fear, with some minor changes in them?
Relic: basically same thing i fear, some disease
Min: which now took the concrete form of anthrax?
Relic: yes
Min: is it always there or does it rather come in waves? the fears, i mean?
Relic: at the end of fall it seems
Relic: right before winter
Min: did they usually come in spring, too? Or just in fall?
Relic: far as i can tell fall
my sister is a borderline hypocondriac
suffers from panic attacks
Min: Which is natural. The beginning of winter often causes depressions, especially in people who tend to such things - I know what I am talking about. 
Relic: and whenever she was in trouble i could always help her, i always so clearly … but when it happens to me i cant do a god damned thing
Min: What did you do when it happened to her? I mean, how id you help her?
Relic: i took her mind off of her fears…during the panic attacks…made her laugh or whatnot…during the mypocondria cases i would sit down with her, go over her fears one by one
… eliminate them one by one
Min: Fears may be temporarily fought with logic… they cannot be healed by it, though.
Relic: she thoguht she had rabies once when she was scratched by a cat at work…so we went over sympoms, some of which she was psycho-semanticaly enducing
Relic: i try to do the same for myself but i always stumble
Min: Because it does not really work. Temporarily, perhaps, but not in the end. You KNOW you cannot be infected by anthrax, logically, but it does not work. It does not take the fears away.
Relic: see the thing is, i DONT know that i cannot be
Relic: i cannot logically eliminate it
Relic: if i could i think id be able to take steps toremedy myself
Min: Oh, I think logically, you do know. But logic will not help. The fears are still there, and they refuse to be fought by logic.
Anthrax is not the problem, dear.
Anthrax is just the new disguise your fears chose to take.
Relic: yes that is true
Min: you say whenever you try to help yourself you stumble. Over what?
Relic: i get to a point where i can say this is all bullshit
and then i get a pain on my chest or whatnot ad im back at the start again
Min: is it always the same point where you stumble?
Relic: what do you mean
Min: Is there some specific thought, some point you reach when it all falls back? Something that repeats itself?
Relic: i dont know…
Min: what is the worst thing about the fears?
Relic: that i seem powerless
Relic: beyond my control
Min: your control of what?
Relic: to stop
Min: stop what?
–sorry for nagging… ;/
Relic: stop myself from being a whiny little pussy
Relic: im sick of infecting others with these ills…i dont really want to discuss this anymore
Min: it’s not infatuating, dear. You cannot infect anyone. Me least of all.
Min: But you need not discussing it if you don’t want to. May I talk to you if I can think of something, though? Would you allow me that?
Relic: ok
Min: thank you
Relic: no need to thank me
Min: oh yes. for your trust.
Relic: youve always had it_
So weit, so… ähm, gut? Fällt Euch da irgend etwas zu ein?
