No medical researcher has come to the conclusion, but I say it from my own discoveries that I go on and on making – I’m an incurable discoverer – and sooner or later science will have to agree with me. The sex center exists in the head, not in the genitals – that much science has come to know. And if the sex center exists in the head and not in the genitals, then sex deprivation can create a headache. It will not create genital ache because there is nothing…it is only an extension of a certain center in your mind.
Why have people started thinking – and doctors have started even advising their patients – that sex is good for your mental health? And they are right: all the people who have repressed sex in the past in the name of religion, have suffered tremendously with headaches. Even a man like J. Krishnamurti suffered for forty years continuously with such great headaches, migraine, that even he, a man of such understanding, used to think of hitting his head with the wall and be finished – the pain was too much.
J. Krishnamurti was brought up by people with all the old ideas: Repress your sex. He was not allowed to meet young women. Even when a woman who was almost the age of his mother once had been taking care of him when he was sick, immediately great turmoil started in the leadership of the Theosophical Society: “They have fallen in love. Remove the woman” – and the woman was removed. It was sheer stupidity: Krishnamurti was not more than fifteen, and the woman was nearabout fifty. But the woman was a beautiful woman, very understanding. No man can take care of anybody else the way a woman can take care even of strangers.
I was in jail in America. They had put me in the medical ward, so that nobody could say that I had been tortured, harassed. In the medical ward there were six women nurses and a doctor, and one male nurse. It never used to be that way in the past. In fact, in this country you cannot find a male nurse; in this country ‘nurse’ means a woman. A male nurse looks awkward, unpsychological.
I watched the way the woman doctor behaved with me – with such respect and such love. And all the nurses…the oldest nurse – a very womanly woman, almost a Jewish mama – took care of me so much that during the three days I was there she dropped one of her holidays. She said, “I cannot go out….”
All the nurses behaved as though I had been known to them forever: I was not a stranger but part of their heart. But the male nurse was a trouble. One day only was given to the male nurse in seven days, but that one day he tortured me – not physically, but he would come into my cabin and he would start asking questions…and religion and theology and philosophy….
I told him, “Listen…with great difficulty I have got these few days’ holiday, and you are destroying that. I have forgotten all about religion, all about philosophy, I don’t know anything. Just don’t torture me.”
But the male mind functions only intellectually; it does not know anything about the heart. Not a single woman in the medical ward ever asked a single question. They brought my food, they managed…the doctor managed that I should not go to the common toilet, she gave me her own bathroom: “We will feel ashamed to send you there, it is dirty. All criminals…While you are here just use my bathroom, and I will remember it: because you have used my bathroom, it becomes a temple for me. The moment I enter it I will remember you.”