We all got that one friend, family member, or stranger on the bus that after their first year as a Psychology major are all too ready to explain all your little quirks as really deep-rooted Freudian developmental trauma and in the process of their 10-cent therapy consultation a Pavlovian response is trained to avoid this person at all costs. In Armchair Psych, I plan to be worse than that person. I’m not even a Psych major, I took psychology 101 in Community College and pretty much only really remember that thing with the dogs. My only other experience is sitting on the wrong side of hourly-rated therapy sessions.
Thankfully, just like my psych degree, my patients are fictional.
Characters in literature are filled with fatal traits and quirky flaws, but are these just to make characters more appealing, or are they suffering from deeper mental afflictions? I dunno, but I am prepared to root through the DSM-5 and consult specialists to find.
So, sit down, relax and tell me why you want to kill your dad and fuck your mom; I’m the Armchair Psych and therapy is in session.
Deighton of Paule Marshall’s Brown Girl, Brownstones and Leon of Fae Myenne Ng’s Bone, have quite a bit in common, maybe even a neurodevelopmental disorder or two.