Who knew we could all do time heists?

I know, I know, it’s late and the world has moved on from the blip. But I saw a video on YouTube this week and I have thoughts and I think you might be interested.

I loved Avengers: Endgame, of course (if you know me, you’d know there was little chance I wouldn’t), but I had a bit of a nitpick with it, as I mentioned when discussing it with a friend. (By the way, major spoilers ahead, but if by this point you’ve not seen it, do you even really care???)

My nitpick (which many had, I later found) was with Captain America getting to go back and live the life that was taken from him: I felt it was being too simplistic in suggesting the past could be undone without consequence. Yes, the past was undone with the stones, but that did come with unexpected serious consequences. But the whole Cap going back thing just felt too neat.

Then again this was happening at the end of a 3-hour movie and there was just no time to delve into the implications of reliving the past after we’d spent all that time explaining the logistics of changing it. Plus let’s be honest: everyone was happy to see Cap get his girl after all, me included.

Like I said: small nitpick.

But something happened this week that made me even more forgiving of that nitpick (which I still have, mind you).

I saw a video on YouTube (link below) that suggested a new way to look at the movie that was truly profound. And the thesis of the video was that Avengers: Endgame is, among other things, an exploration of how we engage trauma.

Mind. Blown.

It tied with stuff I’ve been pondering for about a year, and (my favourite thing) about the stories we tell and how much they define us.

I think a lot about stories (see here for instance): both the stories we are told in writing and on screens, and the stories we tell ourselves in our heads. I’ve written quite a bit about stories already, and will certainly write a bit more.

Of all those stories, though, perhaps the most important is the story of identity. Because when we come down to it, that’s what identity really is, isn’t it? Not just any story: what we call our identity is a story we tell ourselves about ourselves.

And that applies to both individual and group identity: who I am, and who we are (however you define the various “we’s” you consider yourself part of).

And like all stories, the story of identity requires imagination. What happens then, when that imagination breaks down? What happens when the story doesn’t work and you feel unable to expand it or craft yourself a new one?

What happens when trauma cripples your imagination?

Because that’s one way to think about what trauma is: an event so powerful and painful it overwhelms your imagination and cripples it.

Avengers: Infinity War is the story of the trauma. Endgame is the story of the response to and recovery from that trauma. I don’t know if the authors thought it through all the way, but the time heist is literally our heroes returning to specific past events to re-examine them and being back elements of that past to reshape the present.

You know what else is like that?


Therapy is basically us doing a time heist of our own lives. And to be clear, it doesn’t have to be therapy: we can do this by ourselves, or (more realistically) with the help of friends or community. Therapy is really just doing with it someone who’s actually trained for that and skilled at it.

Like, you know, your own personal Iron Man plus Hulk.

And that just gives new meaning to the entire film, doesn’t it?

Yes, I still think Cap getting to relive the past was too neat to be true. But it’s much easier to forgive when I think how the time heist-as-therapy angle is just such a great picture of the way therapy makes a difference, and how impactful that difference can be.

For a while now I’ve thought of therapy as personal storytelling: it’s great to see a story that offers a great picture of therapy.

How about you? And if you’ve ever tried professional therapy, how did you find it?

Here’s the video that inspired this essay:

Published by Doc Ayomide

I’m a medical doctor with specialty training in psychiatry, and I love thinking and writing about what it means to be human.

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