A client once shared a haunting fantasy with me. She imagined her husband dyingโan event she dreaded in real life, yet found herself strangely drawn to in her mind. She would spend hours crying over this imagined loss, embarrassed by the intensity of her own feelings. In the fantasy, she saw herself surrounded by family and friends who were offering her sympathy and worrying about her future. And though she loved her husband deeply, she couldnโt stop indulging in this vision.
One day, I asked her: โ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ?โ
She hesitated, then admitted, โ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ. ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ.โ
I reflected: “Of course. I am guessing youโve been taught that suffering is the only way to receive love. But what if love and attention were available to you in other ways? What if you didnโt have to be in crisis to be seen?”
That moment cracked something open. For the first time, she saw the hidden logic behind her sufferingโnot as weakness, but as ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ป๐ผ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐.

Beneath this realization lay an unexplored catacomb of similar masochistic fantasies and self-defeating behaviors, each stemming from a lifetime of psychological submission to authoritarian parents. Her dependency had shaped an unconscious template: ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐.
Her fantasy was not about wishing her husband harmโit was about longing for a way to be seen, valued, and important. Victimhood was the only form of power she had ever known. In a life where other possibilities felt blocked, where autonomy and self-expression had been systematically discouraged, suffering had become her only route to significance.
Rather than confronting her victimhood head-on, we started experimenting with agencyโtiny, concrete shifts that disrupted the old script. She practiced making small choices without seeking approval, asserting preferences without justification, and noticing moments when she wanted to collapse into helplessness but instead imagined herself standing firm.
The real shift happened when she stopped asking, “What will make me deserving of attention?” and started asking, “What do I want?”
As she began to recognize her own capacity to think, choose, and desire beyond what was imposed on her, the fantasy lost its grip. Not overnight, but steadily, as she expanded beyond the only power she had ever known.
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป ๐น๐ผ๐ด๐ถ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด? ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ ๐ถ๐?
-Written By Anisha Pandya
