So I got an idea:
Remember that song, by James Taylor (or was it Carole King?), called “You’ve got a friend”? I used to think this song was true.
Well, it is. But when I ended up with an eating disorder, I was sorely disappointed in the world of friends. They all immediately turned their backs on me. I was disillusioned. Anyone who has gotten the shaft from someone they assumed was their best buddy knows just what I’m talking about.
After a while, it got to be more like, “Love sucks,” or whatever. But why should it? Because if we brought back friendship, if we truly supported each other, if we can CHANGE THE VALUE SYSTEM that exists now…
Then we wouldn’t really need therapists, right? Why turn away a friend? Why send that person to therapy, instead of giving that person a hug? What’s the point of donating thousands of dollars to some charity, and not helping out your friends in need?
Because there seems to be less human conversation now, with the advent of texting and messaging. Let’s bring back conversation, speaking, dialogue, human touch, going out to coffee, meaning in relationships…..
We don’t need more services or better quality services because these won’t really help people if our values are skewed. With the weakening of families and friendships, no therapies will help anyone. Therapy, that is, sitting in some office, being in such a pathetic situation that the only one who will listen is someone you have to PAY…well, that’s sad indeed.
It’s sad that the one person you feel closest to is that therapist, cuz in a few months, or a year, that therapist is gonna have another JOB anyway, and that’s what you are to them, a JOB. You’re a paycheck. Livelihood. This therapist can “shift her clients” to another therapist once she leaves her current JOB, and then she’ll have you off her conscience. That’s life. She’ll move on. You’ve been brushed off, kid.
Where are our friends? When I was a kid, if my friend was sad, I comforted my friend. That was my life. These were my values and what I believed in. I didn’t know a damn thing about “therapy.” I still don’t have any use for it.