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Trying to fall into his afternoon nap, Monk has a fanciful memory of being at a restaurant with mother. She engages him in a discussion about why he blames her for his life. This comes out of the blue for Monk, since he had long gone beyond blaming his parents. Unbeknownst to Monk, Dr. B. and his troupe are seated at the next table to overhear the conversation, and this is why mother prompts him.
Monk indulges her, and assures her that he appreciates that she has a good basic maternal foundation in her, that she generally places the kids above her own interests. However, he also acknowledeges that she has that sickly malicious streak, and she nods knowingly and appreciatively, knowing this about herself.
But Monk expresses his surprise over this conversation, "I stopped blaming you years ago. I have even gone beyond blaming society. I am up to blaming human nature. Next... I suppose will be utter acceptance, and I will no longer need to blame anyone or anything. That will probably take me a few years, though. I may need to give up a few more years of youth."
I really enjoyed this afternoon's imaginative conjuration. This is as close as I have been to mother for several years now. I was at the table with her, watching her facial expressions, hearing her modulating intonation, reliving it, more there than here - like a Mallway Dialogue.
Thinking about this dialogue, Monk even gave up the unconscious sigh, "I love you."
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It was then that I realized this was some needed self-therapy. Monk has recently been regressing in his attitudes and emotions, actually going back to blaming his parents for his absurd life, even feeling some hatred. We obviously needed to come out of that tailspin, which could have been a symptom of approaching dementia.
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Trying to fall into his afternoon nap, Monk has a fanciful memory of being at a restaurant with mother. She engages him in a discussion about why he blames her for his life. This comes out of the blue for Monk, since he had long gone beyond blaming his parents. Unbeknownst to Monk, Dr. B. and his troupe are seated at the next table to overhear the conversation, and this is why mother prompts him.
Monk indulges her, and assures her that he appreciates that she has a good basic maternal foundation in her, that she generally places the kids above her own interests. However, he also acknowledeges that she has that sickly malicious streak, and she nods knowingly and appreciatively, knowing this about herself.
But Monk expresses his surprise over this conversation, "I stopped blaming you years ago. I have even gone beyond blaming society. I am up to blaming human nature. Next... I suppose will be utter acceptance, and I will no longer need to blame anyone or anything. That will probably take me a few years, though. I may need to give up a few more years of youth."
I really enjoyed this afternoon's imaginative conjuration. This is as close as I have been to mother for several years now. I was at the table with her, watching her facial expressions, hearing her modulating intonation, reliving it, more there than here - like a Mallway Dialogue.
Thinking about this dialogue, Monk even gave up the unconscious sigh, "I love you."
___ ___ ___
It was then that I realized this was some needed self-therapy. Monk has recently been regressing in his attitudes and emotions, actually going back to blaming his parents for his absurd life, even feeling some hatred. We obviously needed to come out of that tailspin, which could have been a symptom of approaching dementia.
