Hello Fornits, and sorry I've been away for so long. Had to take care of some things, like life, parenthood, and so on.
Nice to see someone quoting what I wrote a year and half ago. I still stand by most of it, but I'm not so convinced anymore about the importance of "local resources," or "community based treatment." I have come to believe that treatment of any sort is mostly bullshit, even when conducted by truly kind-hearted licensed professionals. I had a teen who is now well into adulthood, who had many of the usual problems that lure parents into "treatment" and sometimes into "programs." If his issues had just been the kind of teenage bullshit most of us middle-agers did -- drugs, sex, defiance of authority, minor vandalism and skirmishes with law enforcement, refusing to follow any organized religion, and so on -- then I could deal and I could relate. Been there done that. But when your kid seems truly fucked up in the head, in ways you can't relate to -- in ways that make you terrified for their very survival -- you feel like you need to do SOMETHING -- get some professional help, before he kills himself of does some permanent damage.
But that "professional help", even in the best, most caring of circumstances, usually involves powerful mind-altering drugs, and not the fun kind, but the kind that can keep you messed up long-term. The kind that have side effects. The kind that some shrinks like to experiment with in "off label" dosages. But desperate parents who have tried "professional help" sometimes decide, after it doesn't help, that maybe something really radical is called for. Thus the allure of programs. It's not even an "allure" -- it's more like the last act of desperation, like a cancer patient who gets all the best treatment but continues to get worse, to the point where they want to try any snake oil promise of a cure, no matter how bullshit it sounds.
So over time he has weaned himself off of all that chemical shit, and life is not always (or usually) nice and rosy -- some days just plain suck and are terrible for him and everyone around him. But other days are hopeful and include a few smiles and laughs.
The most important medicine and the most important "therapy" is just LOVE. That's it. It might not cure every mental illness, but it beats the shit out of anything that comes in a pill or that comes in words spoken by a stranger while you sit on the couch and tell them how you feel.
On Fornits, we try to educate people about the evils of programs and convince parents not to fall for the snake oil sales pitch. But I think the problem starts with that first encounter with "behavioral health professionals" -- the mainstream healthcare system. In most cases, that system is just as worthless as programs, even though it seems unabusive or less abusive.
The best thing we can do for our "troubled" kids is to love them, and teach them to beware of authority, and to watch out for the Man, and to be independent free-thinkers. And to keep a stash of cash on hand in case lawyers are required.