enigmatic adolescents

Conundrums of an Ambiguous Drama Queen

Month: September, 2015

The Babadook explained using psychology 

**spoilers** 

The central theme of the movie is a mother who lost her husband in a car accident while on her way to give birth to her child. The child is disturbed and has problems in having functional relationships because of a “monster under his bed.” 

If we keep the Babadook being a force, or whatever you may call it, aside… He is actually the mother. 

Here’s why. 

Sigmund Freud said that disorders arise from repressed unconscious motives and desires. 

The mother had deep unconscious resentment towards her son which she denies and doesn’t let it resurface because a mother is supposed to be nurturing and has to have unconditional love. 

From the point of view of a psychology student, I think that she has what we call, “Dissociative Identity Disorder” or popularly known as, multiple personalites. She has two conflicting identities where one wants to protect her son and the other wants to hurt him for killing her husband.

The child understands that the mother has some hatred towards him and that is why he extensively prepares ways to save himself from “The Babadook.” 

So, the monster’s nothing but the mother’s separate identity. From now on, i’ll refer to her nurturing protective identity as the the mother and the resentful identity as the Babadook. But both are still the same person. 

The Babadook makes the book and the mother throws it away. But the Babadook puts it back together. So, the Babadook adds the pages with the mother killing the dog and the child because this is her deepest unconscious wish.

During the final struggle between the identities, the child helps the mother to acknowledge the feeling she had been suppressing for very long and the mother “wins” and is in control of the Babadook because she accepts the resentment she had towards her child.

At the very end, the mother feeding the Babadook is a symbolic representation of her acceptance of her resentment. 

Lonely Nights

I stayed up all night, thinking of you and missing you. You didn’t give me enough time to love you the way I could. Now, I just miss you endlessly. 

I opened my mail, searching for those messages I backed up for days like these. I had never needed to revisit those wonderful memories. 

But, tonight, I cannot help but crave that time that we had together. I read those loving words that came so easily and how, in less than a year, they had been replaced by constant (and really stupid) bickering. 

I tried not to cry, but one can only bottle it up for so long. Then, I let it all out. All the sadness and the pain of the bittersweet journey. 

Now, i’m done crying over you. I’ve used up each and every drop of tear that was assigned to you. And this is the first night that I only seem to recall and retain the good parts. I’ll now remember you just as a great affair and a dear friend. 

And this is the beginning of my new life. Because when I thought of you, I said to myself, “I loved you so much.” It came as a shock to me too.  

I loved you. Loved. 

-To anyone out there struggling to move on, look inside yourself. You have immense strength. You will get through this. You will be okay. And love will find you.