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Empathic Envelope
One of my earliest memories of growing up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, takes place in a small backyard behind a rather modest two-story house. I was about 11 or 12 years old, and my father, a short, stout man â to be honest, he was obese â invited me to have a catch. He was wearing a baseball mitt and hurled a pitch my way that was executed with the elegance of a major leaguer. I was stunned. My father was not athletic nor, as far as I can remember, was he ever a baseball fan. No wonder our backyard catch stayed with me. It was so uncharacteristic of him and the kind of relationship we never had. Had this bonding experience occurred more often, I probably would not be writing about it right now almost 80 years later as a psychotherapist with a story to tell.
That experience, in fact, never happened again, and sometimes I wonder if it ever happened at all. You see, a much darker memory of my father â one that still evokes in me a sense of terror â is certainly more in keeping with the relationship we did have. I am perhaps 10 or 12, the age does not matter, and I am climbing the stairs to my bedroom, wracked with fear as my father follows close behind carrying a leather strap. I know that I will be punished, that I will feel pain as the strap strikes my bottom, that I will cry, and that I will hear my mother's voice from the kitchen crying out, âJake, don't hit the boy. Please leave him beâ. While I clearly remember the anxiety of anticipating the sting of that strap as well as the pain itself, what I can never recall is why I was being punished. What did I do? What could I have done to deserve such a beating? To this day, the answers remain a mystery. What is not so mysterious, however, is the reality that my father was an angry man and that his anger colored all aspects of my early years in a household that included my mother and a brother who was two years older than I.
My father died when I was 13. He suffered from a heart condition and I have sometimes wondered whether this is in part what drove his anger. After his funeral, a relative asked if I felt sad that he had died. I do not remember if I answered truthfully that I did not, but I do know with absolute certainty that I did not grieve his loss. Many years later, when I briefly saw a therapist, I broke down crying over my father's death. I have to wonder if those tears were for the man whose birthright I shared â or for the father I never had â a man who would have a catch with his son in a small backyard in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
When I delve deeply into the earliest days of my life, I encounter darkness accompanied by a profound fear. Even today, after five decades as a psychotherapist, I still feel it. Why? It is a question that has informed much of my life. I have often looked for answers in old photos that record the smiling face of a rather slightly built boy of perhaps seven or eight years old. I know that I am the subject of those photographs, but I fail to recognize the boy grinning into the camera. Those pictures, like many others of a supposedly happy childhood, do not capture the underlying sadness and sense of isolation I felt then and which still haunts me.
Where was my mother? Where was my father? My brother? I grew up in a family, but I cannot recall too many warm happy occasions usually associated with family gatherings. All I remember is the sensation of aloneness.
I shared a room with my older brother Lenard. We never became playmates or buddies or confidantes, as many brothers often do. After climbing into bed, I would break the silence and say, âGood nightâ, waiting patiently for Lenard's reply â a somewhat muffled âGood nightâ. It was an utterance that was momentarily reassuring, but it did not dispel my fear. So, I would say it again. âGood nightâ. And he would echo back, âGood nightâ. This exchange would go on for maybe ten minutes as Lenard drifted off into a hypnogogic state, mumbling automatically âGood nightâ. I honestly believed he was able to bid me good night while sleeping soundly as I lay wide-awake trembling.
These bedtime âconversationsâ stay with me. What I cannot remember is if we ever engaged in real boy-talk. I never knew what he liked or disliked, what he did in school or outside the house. I never knew his friends and when I finally acquired a few of my own, I never introduced them to him. If I had asked him any questions â and I must certainly have â I never received any answers. Like my father, Lenard was emotionally absent from my life.
Years later, I attended his funeral in Harrisburg after he died of heart failure, a condition he fittingly shared with my father. Going to the service was like attending the burial of a complete stranger, though, for many years, we shared a mother, a father, and a bedroom. At the burial site, I said farewell to my brother under my breath, a barely whispered version of the âgoodnightâ I used to say as a boy. This time, however, the only response was a deafening silence that sealed forever the wall between us, a barrier that only intensified my isolation.
Although I earned a BS and MS in economics at Penn State, I was inevitably drawn to the study of psychology, driven by the emotional anxiety I had felt growing up. For a time, I went into therapy while I was in the Navy, but that experience did not give me the understanding or healing I needed. It was at that point that I started to explore on my own the nature of my psyche, relying on self-reflection, journal writing, meditation, and dream analysis.
In 1961, I received a Ph.D. in psychology from Columbia and, by 1966, began a private practice which is still thriving. However, I never again went into analysis with another therapist. What I share with you now is what I learned by initially confronting through self-analysis my troubled boyhood as well as every other phase of my life as a man. These findings became inextricably related to the kind of therapy I employ now, in which client and psychotherapist collaborate in understanding the repressed and incompletely understood content of the patient's mind. I firmly believe that we all possess the unique capacity for self-reflection, which can ultimately lead to a revelation of the most powerful and effective therapist - the therapist within.
Coming to terms with the past is at the heart of the therapeutic process. For both patient and therapist, the first goal is to uncover what caused the pain of depression, anxiety, or alienation. The second is for the patient to experience relief and healing. The more I engaged in self-reflection, the more I realized that just as my fears began in infancy, many of my patient's fears began then as well. As a result, I conceived of a concept I called the âEmpathic Envelopeâ.
Through my years of working as diligently as I could to deeply listen to each individual person's story, I began to see several broad, common aspects to their development and central ways in which any child's development can be derailed.
Let me explain. Children are born with an inherent expectation that there will be an abundant supply of all they will need to survive and grow. Such needs are met by significant others, usually a mother and father or anyone else who provides the physical and psychological support for a healthy development of both body and mind. The image of an envelope connotes an enclosed space of security with the capacity to expand as the child matures psychologically. The term âempathicâ suggests reciprocity of feeling between the child and the other. This connection begins with nursing and feeding to be accompanied by tactile gestures of affection, such as touching, caressing, hugging, and kissing. The empathic envelope is a middle stage between the unconscious dependency that occurs in the womb and the ever-growing independence of a fully developed ego. What was once purely biological and unconscious gives way to the complexities of a burgeoning consciousness. As the envelope expands in time, social awareness increases. Sounds, words, and music invade the envelope and stimulate an even greater awareness of the external world.
An ideal empathic envelope requires loving parents or caregivers who behave similarly. The empathic envelope into which I was born was hardly perfect. From all I could remember and learn about my birth and boyhood, I concluded that my parents lacked the capacity to provide the kind of warmth and security children need. As I said, my father was distant. I never understood the source of his anger, though I often suspected, as any child might, that it had something to do with me. My mother, on the other hand, was a kind woman who performed her wifely and domestic duties adequately. She kept the house clean, cooked nutritious meals, and washed and ironed our clothes, all without ever complaining. She seemed to get special satisfaction out of getting my brother and me into bed at night with scrupulous regularity. I believe that doing so fed her sense of orderliness, a way to counter the moody hostility that my father brought into the house. Nevertheless, I felt personally abandoned by her though she rarely ever left the house. She was never that far away from me even behind a closed door. She was there but to meet my emotional needs, she really was not âthereâ at all. I clearly wanted more from her than she was able to give. Realizing now that she was not so different from most women of her generation and class, I make no judgment. I strongly believe she did her best.
Through self-analysis and interactions with patients, I began to deepen and widen the concept of the empathic envelope. It became clear that an infant's physical and mental well-being depends on the positive behavior of mother, father, or caregiver. When that behavior is negative, the consequences can be dire and long term. What are negative behaviors? First and foremost is neglect. To leave a child unattended, unfed, unclean, untouched, for any length of time, will produce emotional scars. The physical consequences can be easily corrected. The psychological issues, however, can last a lifetime. Where there should have been some sense of fulfillment, there could be deprivation. Where there should be a sense of being loved, there may be a sense of being unwanted; instead of a sense of a positive growing connection with the significant others, there might be an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. Whatever happens within the original empathic envelope will have an enduring impact on the life of the individual. Reflecting on the persistent fear of isolation I experienced as a young boy, I must conclude that my mother, father, and brother were not mindful of the attention I surely craved. What child does not want undivided attention and unqualified love? We all desire empathic others to satisfy our needs. The healthy development of the psyche depends to varying degrees on how those needs are met. It is important to note that the empathic envelope that appears so secure for the child in early life may be easily disrupted. Significant others may face difficulties and change emotionally from being caring and attentive to be partially unavailable or dysfunctional. These changes â financial setbacks, illness, marital problems, divorce, addictions â will have profound effects on the dynamic relationship between child and caregiver, and will cause traumatic reactions.
To understand how vulnerable the empathic envelope can be, I offer this image. Picture a nomad child living with his parents within a tent in the desert. The space inside the flimsy walls of the tent, along with the presence of significant others, provides an illusion of an ideal form of security. As long as the nomad child exists within the confines of the tent with the support of the others, the child will continue to thrive and grow. The child, however, is unaware of the dangers and threatening forces lurking outside the tent. If he should accidentally leave the tent alone at night and enter the outside world, he will experience anxiety, terror, isolation, and the threat of death. These are automatic responses that occur in dangerous situations, and they act as a signal to the child to return to the security of the tent, using any means possible.
The experiences outside the tent without the significant others symbolize premature exposure to the potential dangers lurking within an unfamiliar environment. Without the support of the empathic envelope, the child is likely to experience the eruption of the terror associated with isolation. Such harsh reactions, which arise within the child's mind, can be devastating because the immature ego of the child is unable to handle the kind of vulnerability that leads to lasting psychological suffering.
When we consider the emotional states associated with being inside and outside the tent, we realize how dramatically different they really are. The state of mind within is secure. There will be ups and downs in this positive state due to the exigencies of interacting with significant others. If the child is outside the tent, or if the tent is invaded by outside dangers, there will be a generalized destabilization of the mind of the child.
While the empathic envelope is formed at birth, it is an ongoing ever-expanding entity. As we grow and mature, new others enter the envelope, at first relatives and close friends, but eventually, as our circle of others widens, so does the envelope. Each experience brings in others who become significant to the degree that they interact with us. Lovers and spouses are most important, and then children and grandchildren, but close friends and colleagues also have an empathic impact on our psychological wellbeing, providing us with the security we once experienced as infants. For religious people, communal empathic envelopes provide the strength to deal with the trials and adversities of everyday life. What greater significant other is there than God? Having faith and being part of a congregation of fellow worshippers allow for a powerful empathic envelope that can sustain one throughout life. But even nonbelievers are drawn to various kinds of communities that nourish and enrich the psyche. We are by nature tribal, and require a sense of belonging, an antidote to the debilitating effects of alienation and isolation.