The Psychology Behind Sigmund Freud’s House

West London’s Hampstead, with its redbrick houses hidden from high street traffic, reminds me of how pervasive British urban planning is. The neighborhood is eerily similar to many of those in Toronto—where I grew up—which meant walking the green-canopied streets felt more congenial to my concept of “home” than my apartment in Manhattan did. This introspect felt appropriate before touring the Sigmund Freud Museum, which, in the fall of 2022, I visited. While there was a sign disrupting its hedging, the Victorian house-museum did not otherwise stand out among its residential surroundings. We all know Freud was far more concerned with interiority, so I waited to pass full judgement.

The house is made of the same red brick as many others in West London, and white bay windows take up most of its front façade.

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Self-interest, especially in one’s own childhood—exactly like the kind I’ve just demonstrated—isn’t a new crux, but our desire to classify ourselves (and others) by latent meaning is swelling. Maybe this is a consequence of pop-psych-speak, which is just a watered-down, popular Freudianism. In his book Genius, Harold Bloom calls this phenomenon Freud’s “mythology of the mind surviv[ing] his supposed science.” Though his scientific legitimacy has been rebuked, Freud’s validity, I’d argue, has increased for the self-involved masses: His concepts are foundational for parent-child attachment theories, or the “intimacy issues” of the mode (do these come from an ex? a parent? a combination?). It makes sense why he’s culturally popular at a time of prolific siloing via zodiac, introvert/extrovert divides, Myers-Briggs, or strawberry/tomato—and if you stretch it far enough, which people often do, you can apply the idea of “the subconscious” to any aesthetic, behavior, or choice in your life. Like, sometimes I see a home tour and I think, What does this interior say about its inhabitant’s psyche?

It may surprise you that Freud was also interested in architecture as a thought experiment. When he wanted to define the self-limitation of his own theories, Freud himself used the house as a metaphor. It went something like: If the exterior of a house is a human body, the interior is one’s mind. The attic becomes the superego, and then past the conscious ego of the dining room you’d stumble down into the unconscious basement.

Today, two Freud Museums exist: one house in Hampstead, one in Vienna. I was visiting the more commercialized former one with my friend, who had booked our tickets after touring the Austrian museum earlier that year. There, she had been ushered through the completely empty rooms by a guide who described, apparently with narrative flair, all the things that used to be there. Due to the Nazi occupation in Vienna, Sigmund Freud was forced to flee in 1938, after 78 years of residence in Austria. His home was catalogued and replicated in London for the last year of his life.

This famed portrait of Freud is the one on my keychain.

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Did this information make Freud’s London house feel a bit less authentic? I wondered. The main entrance affirmed this hesitation as it led us straight into a gift shop. Think of all the Freudian puns imaginable, then market them: Freudian slip-pers, iceberg fridge magnets, Persian rug tea towels. The gift shop sums up his current legacy—nestling into pop-culture is, inevitably, a move toward the commercial. I bought a keychain and understood that analyzing the house itself may be a tough job.