She is, in her own way, dispossessed in the moment of acting as its site of transfer for me.
What am I calling on her to be?
And how does she take up that call?
What my call recalls for her will be the site of the countertransference, but about this I cannot know.
Vainly I ask, "Who are you?", and then, more soberly, "What have I become here?"
And she asks those questions of me as well, from her own distance, and in ways I cannot precisely know or hear.
This not-knowing draws upon a prior not-knowing, the not-knowing by which the subject is inaugurated, although that "not-knowing" is repeated and elaborated in the transference
without precisely becoming a site to which I might return.
(About the incommensurability that accounts for the countertransference)
(by Judith Butler, in Giving an Account of Oneself, Diacritics, no. 4, 2001)
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