Becoming Myself: A Psychiatrist's Memoir

Having been an avid reader of Yalom, I was relishing reading his memoir. With the knowledge that he intended this memoir to be his last book, I suspected that would make it a more complex experience (both for him as writer and for me as reader). I often slow down when approaching the end of any of Irvin’s books, savoring the last pages and delaying the inevitable end. Knowing that this was intended to be his last book carried with it an in-built sense of loss from the outset as opposed to just at the end. Quite fitting then that Irvin provided this information publicly for his readers rather than shying away from it. Not only does that demonstrate the kind of transparency that he has long advocated in his therapeutic work, but it also serves as an example of a non-avoidant approach to an ending. To his readers then, not only to his patients, he is offering an opportunity to engage in something meaningful knowing that it will be finite. Irvin makes that choice himself not once, but many times throughout his life. Reflecting back through all his years of both group and individual work with terminally ill patients, we get to see the value in that choice for both him and his patients. In his personal life too, we get to see that the same choices are apparent. At 86, he has lost close friends, colleagues, family members and members of his unique leaderless support group of therapists. Irvin still chooses engagement over avoidance. Love and the accompanying loss win out each time over withdrawing from attachments in order to lessen the loss.Given that he has dedicated much of his working life to philosophizing about such issues, “Becoming Myself” provides a unique opportunity to learn about what he knows about how events in his own life informed and fueled the evolution of these ideas. In life, as with most good stories, the early chapters often have a disproportionately large influence on the shape of what is to come. We learn that Irvin didn’t enjoy his life during childhood. With hardworking but uneducated immigrant parents living in squalor conditions, he faced constant threat as the only Jew amongst Christians and the only white kid in a black neighbourhood. He dreamed of a better life and of being rescued. He later marveled at the pride of self-creation but also acknowledged the inherent loss within that. With the luxury of hindsight, Irvin reflects back on his life and introduces us to a whole host of people who though not his primary carers, did serve as mentors to him without him knowing it fully at the time. The most significant of these being his wife Marilyn.A pivotal moment in Irvin’s history was when he faced the full wrath of his mother at 14 years of age. His relationship with her was always fractious, but when his father awoke with severe chest pains, the blame was turned immediately on to him. He describes his mother shouting “you killed him”! The kindness of the visiting Doctor who relieved him instantly from that responsibility was a defining moment. Irvin knew from this point on that he would like to become a Doctor and have the power to deliver that same kind of comfort to others. The contrast between his mother’s lack of concern for him and the Doctors intuitive empathy set him on a career path whereby the ability to “empathise” would play centre stage indeed! This orientation was corroborated further during his own analysis when recounting this very episode in his life. The warm response that he received from his otherwise reserved and stony analyst, crystalized his position over empathy being as effective as any “interpretation” when treating patients. Of cause, the more Irvin developed and fine-tuned his ability to empathise with others, the more guilt he experienced over his earlier inability to empathise with his own parents predicaments whilst they were alive.Later accounts in the memoir of his encounters with eminent therapist Viktor Frankl provide further opportunities for him to examine his relationship with empathy. We learn that timing also plays a big part in a person’s ability to be fully open to what they are hearing in any encounter. Irvin retrospectively noted how during his time spent with Viktor, he wasn’t ready to fully embrace and take on board the horror of Viktor’s stay in Auschwitz. He made a conscious note to himself when meeting other leading experts in the field to not miss that chance for a fuller more empathic meeting of minds. He was able to achieve this with Rollo May. Later still in the memoir, the issue re-appears again. This time Irvin discusses a life-long friend who had asked him to help write about his life experiences during the Nazi occupation of Budapest. Irvin was painfully aware that they were speaking of these experiences, 50 years into their friendship when they hadn’t done so until this point. His friend knew Irvin wasn’t ready to digest this information until then. With familiar integrity and ever growing empathic capacity, Irvin was able to turn both his friends experiences, together with something of their own friendship into an ebook novella.Irvin continuously re-evaluates the validity of his approach to life, relationships and work. He has done this not only through research and clinical work, but via the characters in his many stimulating novels. This is where Irvin has really had free reign to creatively explore the big questions to the fullest. When first reading “The Schopenhauer Cure”, I fantasised about whether the dialogue between Julius and Philip was similar to one that would have gone on internally between Irvin and his shadow self. Irvin, like Philip and Schopenhauer is deeply intellectual but has also been uncomfortable in his own skin for periods of his life. Like his protagonists, he also remembers the tortures in adolescence of unfulfilled sex drive. This theme appears again in “Lying on the couch”. Ernest is an earnest man but still not invulnerable to the power of seduction. In his real life, Irvin tells us that his wife Marilyn’s book, “The history of the breast” was a nod to her husband’s fascination with the subject. I found myself thinking how useful writing may have been as an outlet for these explorations. Unlike with actors in a movie, the consequences of the dramas can remain safely on the page. In his actual life, Irvin has remained married and devoted.I also imagined Nietzsche representing Julius interchangeably with Irvin at other times. Reading “Becoming Myself”, I hypothesized a Nietzsche versus Schopenhauer philosophical battle of the titans! If the ending of Irvin’s book was to be a battle of identifications between Schopenhauer’s perspective in one corner and Nietzsche’s in the other, I was pleased that Nietzsche’s perspective won. Whilst Schopenhauer concluded that “At the end of his life, no man if be sincere and in possession his faculties, would ever go through it again”, Nietzsche’s contrasting ”Was that life? Well then, once again”, resonated deeper with Irvin.To engage with any book means at one level accepting the journey of a beginning, middle, and end. As with life, however, Irvin has illustrated how this is not a straight forward linear process. He describes the process of circling back more in old age. In much the same way, I was pleased to discover on finishing the book, that my fears about finishing the book were ameliorated when I found myself circling back many times to earlier chapters! Irvin draws our attention to the fact that different lessons can be gleaned from the same words depending on how ready we are to receive them. He also sheds light on how unreliable our own versions of reality are, even when talking about our own lives. He is mindful when recounting his own history, of how easy it is to construct stories. Indeed, we often end up remembering the constructed stories more easily than the actual events.One of Irvin’s previous books was called “The gift of therapy”. Reading his memoir feels a lot like being given a gift, but this time it isn’t just the gift of therapy but the gift of human authenticity, from one human to another. Through his own accounts of key periods in his life, we get to see the wider context of what was going internally and externally as each book idea materialized. If you are a fan of his work, it is very satisfying to learn more about the process from conception to germination and to see his views on that process retrospectively. In addition, we are even treated to an imagined enactment of what the “him” now would say in conversation to his younger self. This was a real highlight of the memoir for me.This book reveals a man who has actively participated in the joys of life and who has lived it fully. From his extensive travels around the world and his elected Sojourns, to his pleasure in life-long friendships and family, here is a man who has lived his life thoughtfully and consciously. His unconscious life (in the form of the many dreams he describes), equally informs him and adds to the quality of his conscious life. We learn that he has few regrets, but that even a life well lived will still have some sorrow in it that can’t go completely.When I finished reading this memoir, I was surprised to realise that so much of what he explicitly describes about himself, already came across strongly from reading any one of his many enriching books and novels. So much of him is there, present, in any one piece of work.The over-riding lasting feeling from this memoir is that of an opportunity being offered. For those of us who are not ready to stare straight into the sun, reading this book allows you to perhaps face it in fragments. Irvin has stared at the sun for a long time now, and he has not yet got burned! I feel that his ability to stare at the sun can sometimes be mistaken for an orientation towards it. In contrast, the memoir reveals a man heavily invested in life and the living of it.He may have written his last book but I suspect he will still continue to write in one form or another, if he wants to. I look forward to reading anything further that he does write but I’m also very satisfied with the wealth of offerings here.

There are three qualities that make a memoir memorable. First, it must have a good story to tell. Secondly, it must be well told. Thirdly, it has to be an honest account. So far as the third of these is concerned, we will not know if Yalom had not been truthful; but reading it, there is nothing that suggests that he had misrepresented anything, nor was there any obvious attempt to withhold some crucial part. Hence, judging it by the first two criteria, it is possible to award this book less than five stars only if one is disdainful of psychiatry in general, and psycho-analysis in particular. But, I think that even so, if one has the patience to read through, one might become a convert.Yalom tells his life story, from the memories of his childhood, to his reflections on growing old - he's now 85. He laced his accounts with attempts to analyse himself, sharing his personal analysis with the world, inviting each of his readers to do the same with their lives; and importantly, guiding them, teaching them, just how to do so. He has incredible stories and analysis. One of my favourites is his account of his meeting with Victor Frankl, the author of 'The Meaning of Life'. Yalom had reached out to him seeking help with his own, growing anxieties, only to find Frankl to be an ego maniac. Years later, reading and thinking about Frankl again, Yalom realised Frankl's true greatness.The themes underlying this book are memory and its recollection; the distortion of what comes through when we recall past events; the types of psychiatric techniques and an assessment of how they function; and finally, the influence of Marilyn (Yalom's wife), literature, and existentialism (in that order) on Yalom's life. The most important subject of the book, perhaps, is death, and how we can deal with its inevitability. His reflections and study of death cuts across all the three broad themes.After having enjoyed the book, I listened to the audio cd version read by Peter Berkrot, and found hints of egoism in the book that I had only sensed lightly when I read the book. Perhaps it could be the tone and manner of Berkrot’s reading. There are too many instances in which a less excited and self-satisfying tone may not have the effect of a self-conscious speaker. Perhaps Berkrot’s style might be suitable for a biography. Should he have been more conscious of the fact that he was reading an autobiography – that he was speaking as Dr Yalom, and not about Dr Yalom; but this does not detract from the five-star quality of the bookYalom says that Roth's book, 'The Radetsky March' is the one book he will keep forever on his shelf as one that he will read over and over again. 'Becoming Myself' may itself become our Radetsky March

Yalom is obviously incredibly talented and prestigious in his field. The book starts off with some extremely vulnerable admissions which were insightful and very brave. Then it seems as he gets further stuck into his career he is merely listing off his achievements and accolades. This appears a bit detached and even odd compared to the vulnerability we see in the first quarter of the book. But despite this there are still many fascinating insights and tidbits and I would still very much recommend it as a read.

Would fully recommend. I am a therapist myself and found it useful professionally but mostly personally. Yaloms openness and ability to touch your heart is very powerful.

Got this when writing up client case study and reflection. Yalom is inspiring

I enjoyed this read mainly because it described some of the later life and the author was objective enough to recognise his shortcomings too. Wonderfully fulfilling life to aspire to… I have made notes of the many other works mentioned in the book, including the author’s which I would like to read.

Easy read, full of character and life. Irvin Yalom writes in away that is easily understood. l found his book resonates with me in many ways, he is informative. He doesn't complicate the subject matter by using jargon.

Amazing read. A must for any training therapists. As a training psychotherapist I have found Yalom to be a true inspiration. He is freakishly honest in his writing and his writing style makes for a very easy read. This is the kind of book that you pick up and do not want to put back down, the kind about which you wish it will just go on forever. This book makes for a great bedtime read as the content is very light, yet it is so full with such great insight. Learning has never before been so easy and fun!