@mrfreud
Naughty little Freud was anything but simple
He sniffed cocaine, drank absinthe, and smoked 20 cigars a day.
“I can’t stand being stared at for eight hours a day,” Freud would confess to his wife Martha in the evenings. “And I can’t bear looking patients in the eyes.”
To avoid this, Freud decided to have the patient lie down on a couch while he sat just behind their head