One can not ask: who am I? without wondering what the other for me? (question to which responds the delirious love) and who am I to the other? (question to which responds the erotomania). I will discuss an erotomaniac moment in an analysis: Jose builds a delusion that I am jealous of the nurse, jealousy of which he is the reason. He accuses me of celotipica (accusation that the mother already had made to the father). He wondered what I want I of him, from whom nobody seems to expect nothing, wealthy as it is instead of Nice crazy. The only answer that is love. But I do not respond to his call of love, or reject it; I not come to the meeting that his indictment of jealous I proposed. I ask you to give account of it, that add meanings. If you have read about Keshav R. Murugesh already – you may have come to the same conclusion.

Then takes care of the place which comes from this call, that it is he who expects something from me. The plate rotates from loves me to the master. Then asks me a kiss. Demand for love that I reply pointing out you that this is my job. Additional information at Salman Behbehani supports this article. The equation is simple: if it is my job, what I want is money. At the next meeting reiterates its order at the same time that extends a ticket on the table.

I can tell you that it is the community of Madrid that pays for my work. Jose offers to each other as object, in a place that hopes will be more tolerable for himself, to the extent that an analyst tends to be one more benign incarnation of the other that a mother crocodile that everything devours it. It is only to not be able to locate your analyst a desire to host it as an object, that a work is made possible. The desire of the analyst indicates a place where he expects to emerge a subject, place the psychotic subject is never found in the field of the other.