I'd argue Freud's somewhat icky Oedipus Complex is essentially about a person's life long search for potency. By potency I mean being taken seriously, and as a result of being taken seriously feeling secure in the world. This idea's provenance is an adaptation of an adaptation of Freud's theory by a fellow with the fine name of Wilfred Bion. A whole bunch of reasons why someone might hang their hat on what they believe it is to be potent, and my idea of potency might be very different to your idea of potency, pretty certain it is. But when a person's idea of what it is to be potent is severely challenged a person gets aggravated, bent out of shape, angry, increasingly irrational and they find solace in neurotic behaviors. So my theory is a long way from wishy-washy paid by the hour stuff or blubbering protestations of innocence.
I use the word neurotic in the fullest and most wide ranging sense of its
meaning, all the way from banjaxed lock them up crazy, through more than
worrisome, to mildly eccentric, via a little entertaining. "I was rather hoping
for something about cats or fall plantings, or maybe a moment or two with the
Compost Piles!" So was I, but sadly your correspondent has been attempting to
grasp the emotional mechanics of installing a new Supreme Court Justice and has
come away with far too many questions and far too many doubts about his
own potency. On the positive side, there's always Gulliver's Travels, a
wonderful journey through the absurdities, cruelties and joys that burden us
people. It was a book written by the Irishman Jonathan Swift in 1726.