One People

Achdus is Hebrish for “unity”.

The Big Finish and Gospel Meetings

The sheer energy of Nilah is like a gospel meeting.  Or so I’d imagine from watching t.v.

I tried to tell the oomos (as in, other peoples on this earth) how excited we get at crunch time, those last few minutes of Yom Kippur, assuming we’re not freaked out by the thought that we really could be shut out at curtain close.

Those tephilot rock the house more powerfully than any gospel meeting.

What I want to say, but can’t say on EveryoneNeedsTherapy, is that in my mind I imagine all of us, every Jew, having the capacity to see every other Jew else shouting out the Shmah, declaring Oneness.

It would be as if we had a webcam in our heads that recorded every synagogue in the world.

Now that would be inspiring, no?

In awe still,

Zachdus

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September 23, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Jewish Paranoia

Nothing is harder to change than a person’s delusions when they are mentally ill.

And as our parents age and suffer their personal myriads of physical illness, financial hardship, and psychological stress, we the sandwich generation are dealing with more than a little stress of our own, the most frustrating being the paranoia that is often characteristic of certain elderly individuals.

Holocaust survivors are vulnerable, as are people who have always had a suspicious nature (nice way of saying paranoid personality disorder). You can read the features of that disorder 0n EveryoneNeedsTherapy.

I’m bringing it up in the blogosphere because it’s even harder to treat when a person ages. We tend to avoid conflict and confrontation with “difficult” people when they are middle-aged. But it gets even uglier as they geriatrify (new word).

So I’m suggesting that if there’s any way you can get a parent to therapy as a suspicious middle-aged adult, that you should run with it. If only to establish a relationship with the doc. The signs are all about fear of being cheated, fear of being thought stupid. Nice stuff like that.

This, by the way, is another way that all Jews share common lives. Our mundane problems (coping with difficult aging parents) tend to be the most important things in our lives. Concerns like these occupy our brains for the greater part of the day– not worries about long our skirts are, or if we got to shul for mincha, not even, during the Aseres Y’mai Tshuvah, how we think we can change to become better people.

Well, not for most of us I imagine.

humbly yours,

zachdus

September 19, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Owen Wilson and Depression

Apparently in Hollywood they’re saying that Mr. Wilson’s suicide attempt was actually an unintentional drug overdose.  His family put out that smoke signal, too ashamed of mental illness.

Oh, and they don’t want his fans to think he’s weak.  He’s a macho cowboy actor.

Now Jews aren’t like this, right?  We’re proud of our depression.  We’re nothing without it!  Go figure.

And that’s yet ANOTHER way we’re alike, Reform, Conservative, Humanistic, WHATEVER.  All Jews are the same!  We have so much DNA in common.

We really share that affective thing.

affectively yours,

zachdus

September 19, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The resolution: Commentary

So here it is, here’s how I’ll find the strength to post on two blogs with two different identities. I thought before, moment’s ago, that there was simply no way. I just didn’t have it in me.

Who has the strengh to be 2 different people? It’s certainly hard enough to be just one!

Unless. . .unless I make this blog commentary. Of course! Every blog needs commentary. Heck, that’s what comments are all about Commentary! But Zachdus is Jewish commentary. Me, Jewish and Zachdus, writing on me, TherapyDoc.

But if you were to comment on my comments, then Jewish or not, Jewishly or not, we’d have commentary on commentary. We could start a sefer! It doesn’t matter! The more the better.

Let’s begin. Today on Everyone Needs Therapy, TherapyDoc tells us the upshot on the Tante Fela story. Tante Fela is the Holocaust survivor who sat next to her last year at shul on Yom Kippor. Tante Fela taught TherapyDoc what it’s REALLY like to pray, Al Tashlichaini.  Don’t cast me away.

Do you really need commentary on this? Sure you do.  Start here.

Gmar tov,

Zachdus

September 16, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Alter Egos

So here it is, Tzom Gelalia, and I’m sure there’s plenty to say, because who doesn’t have a lot to say after spending 3 days in shul trying to concentrate on talking to G-d and making sure we don’t do too much loshon harah (gossip, who are we kidding).

But I’ve just spent all of my blogging energy on my other blog, EveryoneNeedsTherapy.

Do all of you have more than one blog? I don’t know what I was thinking, thinking I could handle more than one blog. Being more than one person, yet. It’s too much, honest. I just can’t do it.

It’s over.  I’m out.  Zachdus/Therapydoc, one in the same.  But I can’t stop blogging, so I’ll have to think of a resolution to this.  Wait, one’s coming up.  I can feel it.

inspired,

Zachdus

September 16, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The Maintainance Engineer

I think I told you that I moved into a new medical building.  So Sunday morning, bright and early, I got to work and met the guy who maintains it.  He startled me at the drinking fountain. (The place has a real drinking fountain, can you imagine?)

Whoah!  I shout.  Who are you?

He tells me his name is Al and he’s the janitor.  He’s about 86, a big guy, looks Jewish, glasses as thick as my car.

Well, hi Al.  How are you?  Nice to meet you.  I’m new here.

(He’s holding a few things, a box, a hammer.)  I’d kiss you, he says, but my hands are full.

Now these days that would be considered sexual harassment, for sure.  But I happen to know that for his generation, I’d kiss you, but was just a nice way of saying hello.   And although it did make me a little uncomfortable, I knew he didn’t mean anything by it.  (Or am I way naive).

So we could take this to mean, It’s a shame he wasn’t frum, a frum guy wouldn’t say such a thing (or would he) OR we could say, What a cute, charming old guy and isn’t it a shame people can’t talk like that anymore.

You want to know what I said back, don’t you?  Don’t you?

Same thing I tell patients who want to hug, etc.  “Let’s keep it professional, okay?”  Big smile, of course.

lovingly yours,

zachdus

September 4, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment