The Second Therapy Day. The patient walks in spoting insights. "It's like my whole mind exploded," he may say. "I figured out last night. I hardly slept, and I don't feel like eating. When I did sleep, I dreamed and dreamed." He begins right in because everything is coming up. He tells me about memories he has forgotten, talks about more painful situations that be neglected to mention in the first day. He may begin weeping within the first ten minutes and again is discussing memories and insights interchangeably. He seems in great pain, yet will say, as nearly every patient says, "I couldn't wait to get here today." Again, we are stabbing at the defense system. He is not allowed to wander off the subject if we suspect he is avoiding something. Nor is he allowed sit up and "rap". We again hook into a painful memory: "Once Mother took me shopping with her and two women friend, and she put a bow in my hair and said to her friends, "Don't you think he'd be a beautiful girl?" "I'm boy, you dummy!" he'll scream. And then he'll discuss that ways that his mother tried to make him feminine. Then he discuss her background. What made her the way she acted? Why she married such an effeminate man. Then, another memory. "I was going off to the Army, and she was kissing me good-bye. She stuck her tongue in my mouth. Can you imagine? My own mother. My God! She always wanted me instead of Father. Mother! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I'm your son!" Then he might say, "Now I see what she was down on my girlfriends. She wanted me for her. God, is that sick! Now I remember when we went on the picnic and we ran away and hid from my father and she put her head in my lap. I felt funny. Sick, kind of. Ooh. Mother was seducing me. I got sick and threw up and didn't know why. Now I know. She turned me against my father. The one decent thing in my life. Ooh, you bitch, you bitch!" Now the patient may be rolling on the floor, writhing and gasping, "Hate, hate, hate, hate. Ooh, ooohh!" He screams how he wants to kill her. "Tell her," I say. He begins pounding the floor, out of control with rage which may go on for fifteen or twenty minutes. Finally, it ends. He is exhausted, too tired to talk, and we end the second session. (Janov, "The Primal Scream" p. 85-86).