I think the outgrowth of the number of people “in therapy” is a result of a self-involved society that is trying to mount Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs all the way to the top of the pyramid without that it’s a bloody pyramid which, by it’s inherent pyramidal structure, implies that there’s not enough room at the top for everybody to BE THERE.
Okay, breathing now. Let’s put this in context:
- For adults with severe emotional disorders or traumas (which may be caused by things of a physical / medical nature), I believe in therapy.
- For teenagers with severe emotional disorders or traumas (which may be caused by things of a physical / medical nature), I believe in therapy.
- For children with severe emotional disorders or traumas (which may be caused by things of a physical / medical nature), I believe in therapy.
I do not believe in therapy for, in no particular order: pets, moody teenagers, bratty pre-teens, hyperactive children, hypo-active children, adults moving to a new city, unmarried adults who want to be married, married adults who want to be single, cuckolds, dirty mistresses, the bored and insipid.
The answer to everything is not “go to therapy, it could help.” With what? With what specifically? It’s an open-ended activity? Oh, is it? Sometimes I refer to that as self-grooming, because that’s what it is. It is rubbing oneself off a wall that one has been paid to scratch back, and ultimately, it needs to stop.
We’re trying to plug a society-wide psychic wound and I’m so, so very tired of the exercise. Enough already! Go back to your houses, your fields, your running, your gyms… what a sallow, shallow society we live in where we cannot accept discomfort and downs and mild depressions and uncertainties.
Sure, I know there are many people out there who need help, but it can’t be this many and it can’t be this much help. Something’s broken and I fear it’s us – not in that our brains or hearts or minds don’t work, but that we don’t give them the time to grow strong, flexible, and mighty. We try to fix everything “before” it gets too far, but like the chick must break the egg to be born, so must we if we’re to grow to our next phase.
If you try to break the egg from around the chick, it may live, I suppose, but you’ll have permanently destroyed something in its nature. Why are we destroying ourselves in the name of therapy? Why are destroying our coping abilities; our ability to adapt, to flex, and to thrive in the world simply on our own?
If you can answer me that then I’ll go to therapy. But I don’t think that’s going to happen.