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 !!!)



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  1. 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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