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Two words: NEVER AGAIN.
Haha it was partially complimentary, too! She writes very well, indeed. Also, thank you for your support. AWESOME comment on page three, by the way.
I did feel it was somewhat deserved that my comment was removed, however…
Full disclosure: my intentions were poor. I intended to be sardonic — not cruel, certainly — but I do believe my intentions justified the censorship.
I appreciate Layla’s willingness to represent her perspectives, as well as her passion. I suppose I didn’t enjoy her delivery. Generally, too long-winded and remonstrative towards Laura, for my taste.
Well put, Steve!
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I wish you the best of luck — as well as peace. You deserve it.
Haha I had fun in writing it. And doing so was cathartic, in its own way.
You hit the nail on the head: “in seeking degrees and licensure, many are smugly “earning” the right to impose their minimally informed external views on others.”
Smugly. Minimally informed.
One of the reasons I started searching for more information on all things mental health — which ultimately led me to Robert Whitaker’s books and the MIA website — was because I felt my education was not doing enough to prepare my classmates and I for making such serious decisions upon other people as determining that they have chronic brain diseases simply by talking with them. To think that you can capably do such, given the education I know that many possess who indeed do this very thing is quite arrogant, smug.
Diagnosis does becomes a game, something only about you, as the diagnosing professional, in far too many cases. One of my former “colleagues” seemed particularly interested in diagnosing his clients with the “sexiest” disorders he could: borderline, schizophrenia, etc. Then, he would often act as if he were some sort of martyr, saying to another colleague once: “Oh, I’d GLADLY trade you my borderline for your bipolar.”
The key words here: TRADE (vastly disrespectful, as if the people being talked about were playing cards); MY (…in some cases, it really is all about them). Then, there was the whole thing of talking of people as if their whole identity was captured by whatever diagnosis he was thinking of giving them, or gave them.
One other perk I assume diagnosing people with the sexy disorders did for him was make him look as though he were super-counselor — if he could “fix” them, that is. He was in it for the power; it was all about him. But he actually counseled decently well in-session, amazingly enough. It’s too bad most else of what he did was disgraceful and that the framework from which he was working, itself, was/is rather disgraceful.
Thank you very much. And, really, do keep up the great work!
It really is a shame that there was indeed some impetus to what I wrote.
Talk about egomaniacs! The field attracts and/or creates a lot of them it would seem. I’m sorry you have to deal with them lol — truly.
Hahaha! Very unfortunately, some remain asses — as I’m sure you know, all too well. My pleasure.
Oh, but it is…
And it’s about the diagnosing professionals, in particular, in my opinion. I have a master’s in counseling, and I was sickened in having to witness the self-assumed power, prescience, and importance incubating in the minds of many of my classmates throughout the course of my graduate education.
This education taught me to think I know everything, about everyone. Not directly, perhaps, but when all you do is sit around, read, study, and discuss the mental fragility of your companions in humanity, you start to feel less and less as though they’re your true companions, but more as though you’re their shepherd; herding, guiding the bumbling and the incapable so that they may be better able to live their lives by virtue of your presence in their lives, your sentience — struggle as they may.
You see, well (SIGH)… other people are crazy, not all, but a lot, and even the ones that aren’t clinically crazy certainly don’t have the know-how to live their lives optimally, for Christ’s sake.
No one understands it but US.
And even some of us don’t really understand.
(That girl who sits behind you in cultural competencies, she doesn’t get it. That guy who presented on the sports psychology thing in group counseling, he’s too dumb to get it.)
And, ahh… how it feels to sit atop Mount Sanity, looking down on everything and everyone. The view is truly to die for: I decide who/what is crazy and who/what is not. I am the fit judge of the human CONDITION, beyond all psychological reproach — all-knowing, all-powerful, and almighty.
And only I, as well as most of those similarly educated and qualified, can perceive the pernicious, underlying, brain diseases caused by chemical imbalances that chronically afflict so many of those less healthy, less capable than I.
I am infallible in my diagnostic proficiency. I need not toil in the conducting of any medical tests to see these diseases; perhaps, I have to give out some questionnaires, but that is all. It comes down to MY decision-making. All I really need to do is LOOK, listen, and DECIDE…
And to question these powers bestowed upon me is BLASPHEMY, for it threatens the delicate balance of things: my self-assumed power, prescience, as well as my immeasurable importance to human society, which is in dire need of myself and those like me to save it! So, away with you! Be gone, heretic!
This, of course, is hyperbole, but this mindset is out there, to varying degrees — possibly a small part of many diagnosing professionals conscious (yikes!) and/or unconscious mental operations. It’s a scary field to become acquainted with, whether you’re on the couch or not. Of course, it’s much more dangerous to be on the couch. Stay off the couch, people!
It really is a shame, too, that some ostensibly just aren’t willing to enter a balanced discussion on this topic. I can remember when I started learning there aren’t any chemical imbalances and that the psycho-pharms were, possibly (actually, very likely if not certainly, but shh… don’t tell anyone), making people worse over the long-term. I thought everyone I had gone to grad school with and my co-workers would be fascinated by the prospect of the mental health system perpetuating mental health suffering. Generally, they weren’t.
This message is so incredibly important, though, because for what seems like every 4 or 5,000 that aren’t willing to listen/consider it, there are those who do (people on both sides of the system) — and perhaps we’re planting seeds that will grow up to be big, healthy plants themselves, in some cases, and that will prove to further the genetic presence of our species, whether we’re there to see it happen or not. And, in my opinion, the more that this message is spread, the better off people considered mentally unhealthy will be.
Keep up the great work, Faith!
P.S. I’ve changed my career path.