ABSTRACT
During the first weeks at Mrs Brown’s Susan still managed to get herself to analysis by herself, but there came a day (23 February) when she could not do it any more. The day before this she had come in crying miserably and saying she has no concern, since the E.C.T. When I remind her of the great concern she has recently expressed for Mr X she says she could not have been fond of him or she would not have treated him so badly, and she moans, through her tears, that she used to be able to feel sad, miserable. I say, ‘And what are you feeling now?’ She says, ‘Oh, well it’s on a different level.’
