Janice continues to struggle with this new awareness of having a mouth. It isn’t only symbolic or metaphorical — a way to describe coming alive to her needs; she feels it on a quite physical level, too. When I returned from my vacation break, she talked about feeling as if her mouth had been cut away from her face. Now, she feels as if her mouth is like an ugly wound, full of blood and shit.
In today’s session, she talked about the very old feeling of wanting to murder her husband for the way he chews. As a result of our earlier sessions, she has come to realize that the smacking sound he makes turns him into a “smug mouth” — the mouth that “has it all.”
The smug mouth has no needs but instead gloats over what it already possesses (the breast-mouth, all in one, as she later pointed out). Janice connected this to hearing my last radio interview. She made clear up front that she knew I hadn’t actually sounded that way, but she heard me as saying I was so incredibly wonderful, such an amazing person, and that I had it all. She wanted to kill me, too. Like her husband, I’m a smug mouth with no needs of my own, and a superior feeling that I have everything already.