The Vicious, Cold,
Abusive, Self-Centered,
Narrow-Minded, Super-Ego
The
self-critical part of ourselves, the part that
Freud calls the super-ego, has some striking deficiencies: it is remarkably narrow-minded; it has an unusually impoverished vocabulary; and it is, like all propagandists, relentlessly repetitive. It is cruelly intimidating --- Lacan writes of "the obscene super-ego" --- and it never brings us
any news about ourselves. There are only
ever two or three things we endlessly accuse ourselves of, and they are all too familiar; a stuck record, as we say, but in both
senses --- the super-ego is reiterative. It is
the stuck record of the past ("something
there badly not wrong," Beckett's line from
Worstward Ho, is exactly what it must not
say) and it insists on diminishing us. It is,
in short, unimaginative; both about morality, and about ourselves. Were we to meet
this figure socially, this accusatory character, this internal critic, this unrelenting
fault-finder, we would think there was
something wrong with him. He would just
be boring and cruel. We might think that
something terrible had happened to him,
that he was living in the aftermath, in the
fallout, of some catastrophe. And we would
be right.
--- From "Against Self-Criticism"
Adam Phillips
The LRB,
5 March 2015