Why, oh why, do women need to discredit other women who expose the horrors of the psychology machine that sweeps up women and spits them out like spent chewing gum? Why do I still read passionately written slams about organizations and researchers who are vilified for their opinions because they criticize popular beliefs?
Thankfully, I was never sexually abused. Yet I once believed I was. If I was treated and coaxed to remember events of sexual abuse that never happened in the year 1998 instead of 1986, I am sure I would be one of those women slamming anything and everything I thought was against me. Being a social activist, I would probably wage a campaign to expose the people or organizations I thought were trying to silence my voice when I had every right (and responsibility) to cry out screaming – I’ve been injured in the most vicious manner – sexually abused as a child!
There would, however, be one difference with how I would handle my rage – I’d read about organizations and people before hurling misinformation. I would not want to be wrong. I did the same thing when I thought I was sexually abused – I waited and searched for the one memory that would tell me I was right. I never found that pure memory and instead, found my psychiatrist was wrong.
If remaining in therapy through 2012, I too, might be stuck in Internet forums and groups where like-minded people congregate to express thoughts and feelings they once again think no one wants to hear. I too, might believe some organizations and bloggers like me were here for one purpose – to silence me, to make fun at me, or to lie about why I was sick.
But I wasn’t treated in 1996, or 2000, or 2012 – I dodged another psychiatric bullet. I am thankful beyond words. I was treated before home computers were a means of expression and an anonymous vehicle to hurl misdirected anger and hate. I was lucky because there was no way I could stay entrenched in therapy unless I was a member of a face-to face group in a brick-n-mortar building. A real place with real people rather than a virtual place with anonymous people most of whom I would never meet.
I find the state of psychology and how it continues to steal women’s lives from them a deeply sad situation. Vulnerable people have nowhere to turn for help – we all turn to medicine and medical practitioners to help us through rough times in our lives. If we need an operation – we go to surgeons. When we need a limb set, we see a orthopedist. But turning to mental health care providers is a crap shoot. But most people don’t know they are shooting craps when they knock on the door with a professional looking name plate on it. A therapists’ office can be a sinister place to hang one’s coat and cozy up to a person you don’t know.
The misdirected rage I encounter concerns me.
I think some women don’t know where else to direct hurt and anger especially when feeling the world is against them. That rage and discontent should rightfully be directed at The Psychology Industry and the psychiatric nonsense that made women into mere shells of their previous selves. Psychological feminist-theories made many believe they needed to, once again, turn to psychiatrists for answers. Women took to the couch as they did for Freud thinking and believing he had all the insight and answers. It was the few who figured out that Dr. Freud was making it up as he went along using women to test psychological theories he later recanted.
Women are still on the couch although the original therapist is long gone – gone to analyze similar behaviors and re-name them. Many mental health care providers now treat eating disorders, Borderlinewith all the fervor they once treated multiple personalities – which, in part due to political pressure was renamed and redefined as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). Yet this diagnosis remains Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) no matter how many times the name changes.
Anger gets misdirected as evidenced by this blog and the topics I write about and the hateful comments left. I am a conduit for rage and hate. I am not against women who survived horrendous sexual violence – that is a ridiculous notion, yet it exists.
The misdirected anger at me, anger at organizations, anger at books and authors, anger at anything outside of ones self accomplishes one huge goal. Distraction. It changes the topic and makes something outside of the human psyche the problem and makes the therapist and other women with similar beliefs the saviors. If one is vested in fighting perceived threats from the outside and immersed in protecting the physical and psychic self there is little time and energy to look at those closer to home as a means to keep one sick and needy – a therapist guiding one’s life is where I’d look first.
It reminds me of the strategies of politics during United States presidential campaigns. Distract. Distract, distort, and redirect. The tactic is quite simple and elementary and it’s there for one reason – it works.
- Anger May Lower Tolerance for Distress (mentalhealthmatters2.wordpress.com)
- On the wisdom of counting to ten: Personal and social dangers of anger expression, by Carol Tavris, PhD (mentalhealthmatters2.wordpress.com)
- Books: Debunking Multiple Personalities, Creating Social Hysteria, The Psychology Industry, and Mental Health Patients (mentalhealthmatters2.wordpress.com)