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claustrophobia
I guess you can’t really know exactly how little personal space you might be able to survive with—or how much space you need to maintain the thin thread of your sanity—until it’s removed, centimeter by centimeter, and replaced with darkness, closeness, silence, and barriers in all directions.
Scholars have proposed all sorts of explanations for the underlying mental states responsible for claustrophobia; this one, attributed to the early American psychoanalyst Bertram Lewin, is my favorite: “an unconscious fantasy of return to the maternal breast, accompanied by oral fantasies of being devoured.”
Well, huh. I don’t know why they call it claustrophobia; there’s nothing irrational about that.
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