Proust provides us with a dramatic, though somewhat whimsical (and possibly apocryphal) example of what it can look like when a man feels entitled to his conflicts and anxieties.  It is said of Proust that the only way he could enjoy sex was in a house of prostitution, in bed with a prostitute, with a picture of his mother on the wall. 
        From the depth-analytic point of view what is of interest is the way Proust deviates from idealized norms.  The depth analyst is interested in the meaning of Proust's scene, with the ill-concealed intention of getting him to act more mature. 
        What interests the ego analyst is how entitled Proust felt to act on his wishes.  After all, it takes a lot of nerve to show up at the door of a house of prostitution with a picture of your mother in your hand---and a hammer and a nail (you've got to hang it on the wall).  They're going to think you're some kind of weirdo. 
        Obviously, Proust had some special anxiety about his mother.  Apparently he was afraid she'd feel left out.  But he was free to have this anxiety and to act on it.  We can imagine that he felt entitled to it. 
        Proust may have had a strange id but, at least in this one context, he had the ego to support it.  It just might be that everyone has a strange id, but they don't show it because they don't have the ego to support it.  It's too important for them to be seen as normal.