Tuesday, October 7, 2008

CBT psychiatry and their lucrative business of DENIAL ...



Source: A Hummingbirds Guide to Myalgic Encephalomyelitis:

“Now this question may sound very odd, but consider:

How would you Disguise a Disease ?

I doubt there could be too many ways . . .

But if that were your intent, let's see, where would you start -- Camouflage!
First declare it is a New illness. (Brilliant!) Declare that there is no epidemic! (Tremendous)

Create a smokescreen by using a vague definition so that you can mix in many non-cases, and thus claim it is very hard to identify;

then Cover your tracks! Give the Disguised Disease a variety of new names. (Yes, a trivial absurd name, splendid!)

Disassociate it from its previous established name, research, case studies, descriptions and diagnostic ICD classification. (Fantastic).

Create Confusion! We could tell Drs that this disease is "mysterious" and that there is no need to investigate,

"Don't do any testing" (you won't find anything)... “ Cesar Quintero (updated 9.10.2008 !!!)



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The Weasel and the Honey Pot
by Min

Many thousands have a neurological malady
A genetic and viral illness called M.E.
So the U.K. government spent lots of money
On a giant pot of very special honey
Labelled 'Research and Treatment' to make us well
To release us from M.E.'s living hell.

On beds, crutches, walking frames and wheelchairs
Smiling we queued up for our shares
Joyfully anticipating our M.E. cure
When, to our dismay, instead we saw
A greedy weasel sat in our honey pot
Who, with his friends, had scoffed the lot.

Sucking honey from their grasping fingers
They sneered “Hey, you miserable malingerers!
None of you can have your share of honey
Because you're all choosing to have M.E.
You really should have learned by now
Your suffering is our milch cow.

We've convinced the government with lies
That you'll recover with graded exercise
Although we know it makes you worse
So does CBT (but they fatten our purse)
And no-one with myalgic encephalomyelitis
Has any energy left to fight us

Test for human herpes virus 6A?
Weasels make no money that way!
Test for human parvovirus B19 too?
Think you have an enterovirus, do you?
Don't expect research or antiviral pills
We're pretending you've imaginary ills

Think your children deserve genetic testing?”
Scoffed the weasels, “You must be jesting!
Weasels don't approve the term 'M.E.'
It's not sufficiently derogatory
'Chronic Fatigue Syndrome' has no meaning
Let's call it that, as it's demeaning


Friends and family will leave when they've read
We've declared M.E.'s 'all in your head'
Then when you can't bear any more pain
Fatigue and loneliness, weasels win again
Commit suicide because we've made you stressed
We'll diagnose you were just depressed


Well, there's nothing left in this honey pot
So you might as well go home and rot.”
We all crept slowly away and cried
So severely ill some of us died.
Whilst they rubbed their hands with glee
Weasels grown fat on our honey.

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