Author: substitute

nope

Dear the mental health establishment:

We are not fooled at all. You may drop the pretense that mental health care is scientific.

We understand that most of you are in good faith trying to be helpful. But we’re still in the medieval stage with this stuff and it’s time to admit it.

The drugs you prescribe are sometimes helpful but have outrageous side effects, and often cause the opposite primary effect from the intended one. While we applaud your research efforts, the current products are often ineffective or dangerous. And let’s not even get into the surgical ideas here.

Psychotherapy in its myriad forms is mainly religious and not practical. Great theories of the human mind and soul are invented out of thin air and applied to patients with an assumption of authority that is entirely undeserved. We know what’s going on. You’re kicking the TV and congratulating yourselves when the picture looks better. The sheer number of psychotherapeutic methods and their incredible variation suggests that any egotist with a Ph.D. and a charismatic argumentative style can invent a new school of therapy and get away with it. There are no standards.

This isn’t science. It isn’t medicine. In fact, the intellectual standards of this field would not be accepted at a good hair salon.

Please, please get real with us and just admit you’re making shit up out of desperation. It’s not like we can’t tell already.

Hugs,

The “patients”

Courtesy torgo_x

Word of the day is: vergüenza ajena.

It’s a Spanish phrase for when one feels severe shame and embarrassment at what someone else is doing. Such as being at the restaurant when your friend is being mean to the waiter, or watching someone fail to rescue himself from an especially bad foot-in-mouth episode. Literally it means something like “the shame of others”.

so break break break

the trick is not to use the knife for box work that you use on pastry, you see. I wasn’t drunk, I was just sampling, sampling. Tits on a bull, goddamnit. You can do anything in Midway City. Thanks for providing actual fucking information. Seriously 98% of my ex boyfriends are total jerks and I don’t know why. No, she’s the wrong heroin addict. My mom is a pear on stilts. I was raised Seventh Day Adventist and they told me that when a man and women are in bed, Jesus is between them. You can’t base a society on just burning stuff. No, Foghat was never good. They had two sets of books, of course; Chinese business. I was written up for criticizing SUV’s! I have to go to a pirate breakfast. The Jehovah’s Witnesses killed my girlfriend.

No squirrel fisting.

it’s hard to go on about the positive life force and all that when you’re a part-time drugstore clerk, seriously.

Dissociation? I think it’s normal.

There are no returns on magnetic products.