Vegan Blog Entry 4 April 25, 2019
I worked as a psychotherapist for about 30 years. Some of my work involved people who had suffered in very abusive families. Some of these clients would tell how animals were used as child substitutes to mete out punishment.
“Jane” lived in an abusive farming family with several older brothers who were jealous of her being treated as the most “fragile” child. They killed and forced her to eat the pet lamb she loved. Barbara’s father sexually abused her and controlled her by torturing, killing or threatening to torture or kill her pet cats.
Most of us as children do not suffer such extremes. Yet our experience is also deeply traumatic. The frightening nature of the adult world is brought home to us by the daily display of a dead animal on our table. This is alarming to us on either a conscious, or more commonly, pre-conscious level. The horror is kept like a secret video stored deep inside. It is the stuff of horror movies where those we most love and trust turn out to be monsters. We must keep this pressed down lest we live in constant terror of our own parents who after all, hold our lives in their hands. For the overwhelming majority of families this murder displayed on our tables is never talked about; therefore must be unmentionable, an unspeakable secret.
The fact that we have been identified with animals from birth (stuffed animals, animal patterned bedding, animal mobiles, animal stories, animal cartoons) heightens our sense of endangerment – if we complain, will we remind these all-powerful adults that we are kin to these animals?
We repress all this from consciousness if we possibly can – it is too disturbing not to. Most of us are successful at this. But when we see an infant, child, or “animal” in pain it threatens to bring up this stored fear. For many this repressed endangerment triggers rage toward the thing that threatens to bring it up; instead of sympathy we may savage the being that has activated, or threatens to activate, the buried terror. This may explain why the most vulnerable children are almost always targeted by other children. It may also explain why young children of a certain age go through a stage of torturing and killing small insects and other helpless creatures. Finally, it undoubtably explains the otherwise unfathomable lengths of cruelty we inflict every day on billions of animals worldwide in our factory farms, laboratories, and slaughterhouses.
The submerged horror within us is evidenced in various ways. The proliferation of zombie films and books where “the living dead” (the unfeeling, uncaring) kill and eat the living (the sensitive, emotionally normal) is a direct projection our reality. Because our repressed fear forces us to deaden our sensitivities, we become true zombies.
We go about our daily lives blithely slaughtering over 160 billion non-humans a year (over 10 times the human population of the earth). Are we not unconscious? Are we not brain-dead creatures engaged in the most gruesome nightmare imaginable? The “Walking Dead” … are us. We are sleepwalkers with a knife.
In the 1970’s I was involved, first as a client, and later as a therapist, in what was known as Primal Therapy. Primal did not live up to the all encompassing claims of its originator Arthur Janov, but it was a very illuminating phenomena and still deserves a place as a valuable tool in the therapist toolbox. In Primal Therapy a client lies down and is encouraged to let their voice and body go where it wants to go. In most cases if people feel sufficiently safe to follow their impulses without restriction, very strange and powerful things may, and often do, happen.
Perfectly respectable, responsible people would, sometimes within minutes, move into a realm where they would be writhing, retching, screaming, frothing, and pounding like a scene out of bedlam itself. Bodies would lurch and thrust and flop about in prehistoric ways, sounds would emerge that would only otherwise be heard in newborn babies and torture chambers. What were these forces contained within us and why were they emerging now? Why when allowed to go inside and follow what they found, did these people become so explosive?
As we live today, we cannot eat, sleep, defecate, urinate, masturbate, expel gas, have (or even show signs of) sex, or even cry, laugh, or shout in accord with our natural personal rhythms or needs. Even mild expressions like sneezing, burping and coughing are often followed by “excuse me”, or “so sorry”. Moaning, and groaning are all but disallowed. Spontaneous expressions of love, hate, joy, ecstasy, and sadness are similarly tamped down.
All of these natural expressions are shaped and severely limited by the social mores surrounding us. This control of our natural selves begins at birth and continues to be refined throughout our lives. We do not just naturally grow up. Instead we must “learn” to be a “grown-up”. Despite all the talk of “liberation” and the “sexual revolution” we remain very, very repressed and stifled creatures.
Despite what might be said of the possible necessities of such repression – especially in highly dense population settings such as most of us live in today, the net result of all this containment is usually a rather unhappy creature at odds with its own natural self – a creature that conceives of its own impulses, bodily functions, and feelings as “improper”, “embarrassing”, “immoral”, “uncivilized”, and often plain “bad”.
Not surprisingly, people on the verge of deep feeling sometimes feel terrified they will “explode”. Prior to Primal Therapy even therapists would get very anxious if a patient began to show powerful “abreactions” and would often reach for their hypodermics or call the ambulance as their patients neared a “catastrophic breakdown”.
As we know from the daily news, growing numbers of people in our midst are walking time bombs. In fact, the increasing use of suicide bombs in “terrorist” attacks may reflect the need to “explode” from the unbearable containment the human animal has created for itself. Why the caging? Why the fear of self? Is there another way to be?
Oddly enough, our salvation is all around us. To regain sanity, wholeness, and a fair degree of inner peace we must humble ourselves. We must sit at the feet of those we have despised as inferior; who we have persecuted mercilessly for millions of years; we must look, really look, at the superiority of the other species around us and truly see them for the first time.
What we denigrate as “animals” are beings who are at peace with themselves. They are not afraid of their own bodies or their feelings. They do not live in perpetual fear of humiliation. They are also very much “in the present”. They do not spend the majority of the time living in regret over the past or endless fantasizing over the future. For the most part, they are in harmony with themselves and the world around them. We have lost all this and we desparately need to get it back. They should be our role models, but instead we reduce them to nothing and destroy them.
Our lives literally depend on this new perspective, and so do theirs. It is our division from, and consequent war upon the “animal” outside that has led to the war with the “unseemly”, resonant aspects of the “animal” within. The war against “the animal” within perpetuates, allows, and guarantees the war against “the animal” without. As long as we mindlessly kill “the animal” outside, we must kill “the animal” within and vice-versa in an endless reciprocal feedback loop.
It is time to stop.
It is time to stop being a sleepwalker with a knife.
It is time to wake up.

