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Marnie And Me

Have you ever seen the Hitchcock’s Marnie? It’s not one of his better known movies, but I think it is, without a doubt, one of his most fascinating studies.

Marnie (played by Tippi Hedren) is a thief who goes bonkers whenever she sees the colour red . I won’t give away any spoilers but keep this idea in mind, as you try to decipher why I have a similar crazed reaction whenever one (or more) of my kids scream/s too near to my ears.

I’m NOT saying that the screaming gets me into the kind of frenzy that would make me do something stupid, but it really winds me up – in a way that I get very nervous and edgy, a feeling that can last for up to half an hour after the event.

I can’t understand why this should be the case. What trigger could it be from my childhood? Thinking about it, I did grow up an only child and so am unused to very loud noises, but why should screaming act as a trigger to make me feel so very uncomfortable?

Any Freud’s out there, I’d be fascinated to hear your explanation. Is psychosis starting to set in?

Comments

At your service!

I don't think there's anything deep or repressed going on here. You were an only child... you're accumstomed to quiet and, I guessing, order... and you went from being that person to being a father of 4. And even though you've been a dad for several years, each new voice in the house creates another level of controlled chaos. And now you've taken on the extra task of a classroom?

I'm guessing this is a very natural response. Working with a roomful of kids, and being welcomed at home by a roomful of kids.

I know you're not a drinker, so maybe a short walk after work would help revive you... just to separate the worlds and give you 10 minutes of peace.

That will be $150! I'll go set up my paypal account right now!
The Scribbler said…
Rachael,

I think you're wasting your efforts on that phone line. You've got a talent - please don't squander it.

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