![]() ![]() ![]() He ought to know the symptoms by now since he’s held my hand on lots of other flights. My husband grabbed my hand therapeutically at the moment of takeoff. God knows it was a tribute either to the shrinks’ ineptitude or my own glorious unanalyzability that I was now, if anything, more scared of flying than when I began my analytic adventures some thirteen years earlier. There were 117 psychoanalysts on the Pan Am flight to Vienna and I’d been treated by at least six of them. ![]()
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