ABSTRACT
In reality I am often afraid that the whole treatment will go wrong and that she will end up insane or commit suicide. I did not conceal the fact that to have to tell her this was most painful and distressing for me, the more so as I myself knew only too well what it means to be faced with such possibilities. […] The result was, quite unexpectedly, complete appeasement: “If at the time I had been able to bring my father such a confession of the truth and to realize the dangerousness of the situation, I could have saved my sanity.” […] Was it not an unconsciously sought antidote against the hypnotic lies of her childhood? Full insight into the deepest recesses of my mind, in defiance of all conventions, including those of kindness and consideration? If it had been simply brutality or impatience, it would have done no good; but she saw how I had to struggle to do it, and how much pain this cruel task caused me.
