I am on Telegram @ForestDi56. Conventional psychiatry, psychology, medicine in general is a mess for sure. That is why I went to alternative forms of all of those things and found multiple paths to offer my patients toward healing. It's different for everyone which is one of the major stumbling blocks in conventional medicine - it's a pi…
I am on Telegram @ForestDi56. Conventional psychiatry, psychology, medicine in general is a mess for sure. That is why I went to alternative forms of all of those things and found multiple paths to offer my patients toward healing. It's different for everyone which is one of the major stumbling blocks in conventional medicine - it's a pigeon-hole approach that one must be stuffed into whether it works for you or not. And if not, it's because there is something wrong with you and the doc dismisses you. I always found each person to be a new challenge and finding the doors to open that would help each person was interesting. Even, sometimes, fun. But sometimes, none of my doors worked and then my job was helping them to find someone else who had a different repertoire that could help.
ANYTHING can become a cult. And I do mean anything. It seems the way humans are built which is curious in of itself. Read the various substack authors' followers. Many show signs of cult-like responses and one can imagine the sparkle in the eyes as they view the author in almost a god-like way (little "g" on purpose in this context as I don't think they see the author supplanting their God.) But we get hung up on any of a number of things that resemble cultishness. Football teams. Political parties. Whiskey brands. Beer brands. Whether to bake from a mix or not. BBQ brands and methods. It goes on and on. I was raised catholic and one of the routines of the practice I still hang on to. That of the practice of self-examination one is supposed to indulge in prior to attending confession. As a child I generally did what I was told and diligently practiced this even though my elders didn't believe me when I said I did. I still do. Particularly when someone disagrees with me. Or, when my internal senses won't leave me alone over an incident or something I said. It's usually a trigger to tell me I probably screwed up somewhere or need to learn a new thing. It's both what got in my way in my recovery period (I felt I deserved what happened as punishment for something until I learned otherwise) as well as helping me recover because I let the psychologist's words in and rumble around. Even when I began to learn to question everything, I let it in initially just to see what it tastes and feels like. These habits have been reinforced with a brand of meditation that I've also found helpful.
I am on Telegram @ForestDi56. Conventional psychiatry, psychology, medicine in general is a mess for sure. That is why I went to alternative forms of all of those things and found multiple paths to offer my patients toward healing. It's different for everyone which is one of the major stumbling blocks in conventional medicine - it's a pigeon-hole approach that one must be stuffed into whether it works for you or not. And if not, it's because there is something wrong with you and the doc dismisses you. I always found each person to be a new challenge and finding the doors to open that would help each person was interesting. Even, sometimes, fun. But sometimes, none of my doors worked and then my job was helping them to find someone else who had a different repertoire that could help.
ANYTHING can become a cult. And I do mean anything. It seems the way humans are built which is curious in of itself. Read the various substack authors' followers. Many show signs of cult-like responses and one can imagine the sparkle in the eyes as they view the author in almost a god-like way (little "g" on purpose in this context as I don't think they see the author supplanting their God.) But we get hung up on any of a number of things that resemble cultishness. Football teams. Political parties. Whiskey brands. Beer brands. Whether to bake from a mix or not. BBQ brands and methods. It goes on and on. I was raised catholic and one of the routines of the practice I still hang on to. That of the practice of self-examination one is supposed to indulge in prior to attending confession. As a child I generally did what I was told and diligently practiced this even though my elders didn't believe me when I said I did. I still do. Particularly when someone disagrees with me. Or, when my internal senses won't leave me alone over an incident or something I said. It's usually a trigger to tell me I probably screwed up somewhere or need to learn a new thing. It's both what got in my way in my recovery period (I felt I deserved what happened as punishment for something until I learned otherwise) as well as helping me recover because I let the psychologist's words in and rumble around. Even when I began to learn to question everything, I let it in initially just to see what it tastes and feels like. These habits have been reinforced with a brand of meditation that I've also found helpful.