I'm taking this post out of hiding now. And yes, I'm in pain. It won't disappear. I guess that means I should drug up. Pass the beer. And the shotgun.

I wrote and published this post two months ago. I shut off comments immediately after publication. Then I hid it in draft to get it off my blog because it was too upsetting for me to handle. The truth is, though - this has been my experience and it's often how I still feel. I have reposted it below and it is open to comments now.



The Mental Health Profession's Not-So-Secret Manifesto

(Not to be confused with the client's manifesto.)

The real goal for fucked up people who have been tortured and abused is for them to get their shit together, stop whining, stop freaking out, stop bothering other people with their pathetic crap, and just generally ‘stop it’. If those people could just shut up and act normal for a change, then they would soon see that everything is just fine and they really just brought all the misery on themselves by making too much of things. They should be living in the present moment. And if they can’t do that, then they should be drugged because they are essentially defective. Drugging is good. The stupider the abused person becomes, the better off everyone else will be. When the abused person’s brain is effectively subdued, they will finally stop whining and the rest of us can get some peace. Just don’t look at their dead expressions or their bizarre muscle carriage and don't listen to all the whining about the health-destroying side effects. We must protect our own ability to live in the present moment lest we share their fate. And the fate of those who make too much of things and do not live in the present moment is a grim one. It is only grim to us, of course, if we allow those people to be important. If we recognize their unimportance, then we will not be afflicted. Don’t make too much of them. They should be living in The Now. Their misery is their own fault.

It’s not really that big a deal if someone grew up at the mercy of torturers who hated them. That is not a big deal because it’s not happening right now. It’s in the past.

It doesn’t really matter if a girl, who is now a woman, was raped and held captive overnight in fear for her life from a man who wasn’t quite sane. It doesn’t matter that he forced her to bathe in his bathtub, that his sweat dripped in her eyes and burned them, and that she could scarcely breathe while she was pinned under his body while he slept. It doesn’t matter. It’s not happening right now. It’s in the past.

It doesn’t matter if someone was forcibly injected with drugs and held down while their genitals were mutilated. It’s not a big deal because it’s not happening right now. It’s in the past. Those people just make too much of things.

People who are bothered by the past really need to cut the crap. They need to keep their eye on the goal of acting normal so they can stop being such a drag on everyone else. And it doesn’t really matter how they accomplish the goal, either. Self-regulation is the key because it spares other people the burden of listening to their hysterical nonsense. They're all a bunch of drama queens, so whatever works. Alcohol, drugs, razor blades, burning… In addition to these quieting activities, there are probably other activities that should be given up because they cause upset. Activities that scare and trigger off the drama of this cry baby bunch should be avoided. They don't need real activities anyway - they're not even real people - not like you and me. It doesn’t matter if all they have left is a pulse. Who cares? Those people are not valuable. They’re a pain in the ass. Let them drug up, drink up and carve themselves to pieces instead of trying to live beyond their capacity and then bothering people with their incessant crying when they fail. It's quieter that way. It doesn’t matter what they do to themselves. Acceptance is key. It’s all acceptable because it accomplishes the goal without upsetting normal people. Don’t believe the do-gooder types who say that those people need compassion and should be allowed to 'feel things’. The do-gooders are only lying to them and setting them up for a fall. They all change their minds when they hear how much whining and sniveling is actually involved. It’s better to just tell those people the truth from the start, and the truth is that no one, not even a do-gooder, wants to listen to them and no one really cares. Those people are a burden, and with any luck, the pharmaceutical companies will soon kill them all off out of respect for the rest of us. God knows it would make my job easier. It helps to know that the ones who won't be killed or rendered sufficiently retarded by drinking the Big Pharma koolaid will eventually kill themselves when they realize the truth of what I'm saying.

I'm Dr. Mary Poppins and I approved this message. Yes, I’m demented, but we're all a little demented. It's the human condition. Big deal. I don’t let any of this stuff bother me. Why should I? These thoughts are all so five minutes ago. It’s the present moment now. (And I hate to break it to you, but if you are bothered by this then it is by your own choosing. It is all your fault. Maybe that means you’re one of Those People? I wouldn’t let that get around town if I were you - and yes, I’m glad I’m not you.) And now, if you'll excuse me, I have normal people with real problems who need my help. I'm off to rid our beautiful world of compulsive littering, jaywalking, nail biting, marital bickering and job stress. It's my calling.