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Replacing Psychiatrists and Psychotherapists

As the debate continues about the legitimacy of "diagnosing and treating mental disorders," the question must be asked: is it time to replace psychiatrists and psychotherapists with another sort of mental health provider? Read More

Moral obligation

I think we already endure the human experience. We wake up every morning with a purpose and a goal. Is not easy following goals, is very difficult. Part of the human experience is to love through it. If you have never been sad, you have not experienced life at its fullest. Emotions are like the stars in the sky. Sometimes they are beautiful to look at.

I believe todays experts feel like they are doing the right thing. Their passion and commitment is a testament to their drive to make people's lives better and productive. A couple of days ago, I read a good explanation about what is the psychotherapists ultimate goal(I apologize if I forgot your name): think, feel and act good. Honestly, I feel like psychotherapsts or psychoanalysts are not a true science anymore, because I feel the practice has evolved with human progression. Heck, psychotherapy may have been in existence well before philosophers started writing books of wisdom. In many ways, we are all psychotherapists. You are a psychotherapist, your friend is one, your teacher, etc. Your parents may have been the greatest psychotherapists in your whole life. For some people, situational or social support is all the inspiration they ever need. For others, licensed psychotherapists is the answer. There's no wrong answer.

But it goes beyond big pharma or money. Take my sister for example. When my nephew was diagnosed with cancer, she fell into an ugly depression. Didn't talk to the family. Did not feel like talking, and ignoring her own family was her way of not inflicting the pain even further. In her eyes, she was protecting herself. To us, she was ignoring our bond and trust. Because if she did not want to talk to us, who else would she talk to? As it turns out, a psychologsts. I think she's in some form of group therapy, where other people in similar circumstances share their thoughts and feelings about their dilemnas. And look at her now: she's way better. She talks to us now, she's herself, she's happy, and most importantly, she talks about my nephews cancer. Is a big deal for us, because not long ago she was ignoring her own family. Sometimes, caring is not enough for someone like my sister. This is why mental health is important.

We all have our own ways of coping with tragedy and loss. Many of us cope it right, without much external help. Others, do need help. The fact that we want to help proves that the mental health system is working. If we all helped, why need psychiatrists, psychologists, etc? If we were machines or computers, who are immune to tragedy, why even bother with a field like psychology? Why exist if we are mindless machines without any form of purpose or motivation? This is not a fairytale or a Harry Potter book. These mental health disorders exist because people feel discomfort about them. Families, parents, scholars, erc want to learn because they want what's best for their loved ones. You can have the best and the brightest trying to help them out but it may not be enough. You can have your loved ones help out and is still not good enough. And that's important. Is important because is real, is real because we feel it. If it weren't for psychology, my sister would probably still ignore us til this day.


You absolutely hit the nail on the head! Bravo!

In my late 20's (I'm now 50), I decided to confront the effects of my traumatic childhood and the havoc it was wreaking on my life. Although I had managed to graduate from law school and accomplish other goals, I was suffering psychically in every way. Although I wasn't contemplating suicide with an active plan, I naively checked myself into a psychiatric facility for what I thought would be some intensive treatment. Ha! What a joke that was! First, for the facility to gain reimbursement from my insurance company, they had to indicate in my chart--despite my protestations--that I was actively suicidal. Second, I saw a psychiatrist once or twice for about 15 minutes. He thereafter diagnosed me with several "disorders" and later ordered me to take several "tests" in my room when I felt like it. Those psychometric tests, of course, allegedly affirmed his diagnoses. I was prescribed several different types of medication and released within 72 hours. Believing naively that I was going to be there for several weeks and would be receiving intensive therapy, I was shocked when my three days was up, and I was "released."

Having never taken antidepressants before, I became quite ill. I have always been extremely sensitive to all medications (and typically take children's doses, despite my physical size), so the side-effects were debilitating. I began to see a therapist, who ignored my complaints about the medication and assured me that (a) the side-effects would subside in a few weeks and (b) the medication would begin to "work" within a month or so. What!? Meanwhile, I had a very demanding, very stressful job for which I needed to be extremely high functioning. While clinical depression had sent me to the hospital for what I thought would be a type of rehab, I could no longer perform my duties at work, because the side-effects were unbearable. And neither wanted to talk about the relationship problems I was having because of my total lack of sex drive. Ultimately, I complained to my treating psychiatrist, whom I saw once a month for 15 minutes, and thereafter switched medications, which only changed the type of side-effects, but not their degree.

What both he and my therapist failed to understand is that it took an ENORMOUS leap of faith (and courage) to check myself into a psychiatric facility, particularly as a practicing attorney who worked in a small government agency. By the time I decided to go, I was in dire need of serious intervention. What I got was an emergency room triage, a sample of medications to go, and a few nifty (not!) art projects I completed. Once out on the street, what I received in the way of "therapy" were suggestions to meditate and exercise and eat whole foods and listen to spiritual music and burn incense and drink tea and get a massage and all of the other feel-good things that "normal" people do to be happy. Neither really LISTENED to me talk about the stress in my work and life, my unfulfilled needs, or my anxiety at the state of the world. What frustrated me the most was that my therapist wanted to dig into the childhood trauma that I experienced as a child and then, when the 50 minutes was up, send me out the door, while I writhed in pain from having ripped the scab off my deep, deep wounds while having few functional coping skills to manage that pain. It seemed so cruel to me at the time and barbaric now.

Out of shear frustration and total hopelessness that therapy and medication would lead me to normalcy, I overdosed on prescription medication a few months later and found myself back in the hospital for another 3-day vacation. Once again, the joke was on me. Art therapy failed to inspire a miraculous recovery.

Over the next ten years, I would be involuntarily committed to a psychiatric facility three more times. I would be given seven different diagnoses by different clinicians. I would see eleven different "therapists." I would take NINETEEN different medications, singularly or in combination (SSRIs, SNRIs, Tricyclics, Mood stabilizers, Anti-psychotics, Anti-anxiety, and Anti-Convulsant). None were effective. I finally gave up.

In my experience, the medical model is crap. To be labelled as having an illness, disorder, or disease was, for me, self-defeating. I tended to adopt and internalize the symptoms to my diagnoses. I became those diseases. I have since come to understand and believe (on my own) that, while I may have some dysfunctional coping skills and personality characteristics that could be improved, I also have NUMEROUS functional ones that I focus on to keep myself moving forward in what has proven to be a very difficult life. I choose to focus on the positive, rather than the negative, aspects of who I am as a whole person. I could easily view my difficulties in life as "failures," accept that I am fundamentally "broken," and blame my family and myself and everyone else for my "illness," but what good does that do? Personally, if I ever feel the need to reach out for help, I'm going to hire a life coach. At least they will help me move forward, toward positive goals, and not leave me to wallow and writhe in the trauma of my past like every therapist I have ever had. Nor will they suggest that I poison my body with toxic chemicals that leave me hyper- or hypo-somnolent, cognitively numb, ravenous, stupefied, and anorgasmic.

Sadly, I believe you're right. The "industry" of mental health is too invested in the medical model, which generates billions for therapists, psychiatrists, MD's, and big pharma. And let's not forget that insurance companies control the purse strings. Every practitioner has to be able to provide a billing code to get paid and, of course, billing codes are tied to diagnoses and treatment plans!

Thank you so much for this post! It says EXACTLY what I have been thinking for years!

Thank you

Thank you for your comment,

As a therapist myself, reading your experience really struck a nerve. I'm saddened that I cannot do anything for you personally, but I will take your experiences with me today as I go about my work. I will remind myself to sit and really listen to where my patients are at today.

Thank you for that reminder.

Thank you, in return

You actually HAVE done something for me personally. You heard me. You also took the time to acknowledge me and let me know that you heard me. My point in sharing my experiences (as a comment to this post and others on PT) is (a) to experience catharsis for myself, as I continue to struggle through life, and (b) to perhaps help others, either practitioners like yourself or your clients.

I was a public defender for many years. My indigent clients were the saddest, most marginalized people on the planet (save, perhaps, for the elderly and all of the other poor people around the globe). They wanted more than anything for me to listen to them--truly listen. I could help them only with their legal issues, which were only a small fraction of their overall problems in life, but even so, their greatest need/desire was for me to listen and to CARE about them as an individual person in the context of their life, regardless of the quantity and quality of poor choices they had made in relation to their underlying life circumstances. While you're not necessarily counseling the indigent, I believe I can say with confidence that your clients feel marginalized within the context of their life circumstances, too. They just want to be heard and to know that they matter as individual people struggling through life.

These people you speak of,

These people you speak of, they are called pastors. I saw the comment about throwing in gratuitous gods, but any pastor worth their weight doesn't do that. Any real pastor has an MDiv, which is more training than most marriage and family therapists, and tends to the hearts of many more than just people who agree with them about God. Show your post to any seasoned pastor (the ones straight out of seminary might not yet understand), and they will tell you that when they aren't preaching, this is what they do. All the time. For everybody. Without hesitation.
Just something for you to think about.


Interesting that you should suggest that. I am currently in the midst of a major depressive episode precipitated by traumatic life events. I reached out to a pastor who also has a master's degree in psychology and who has been doing grief counseling through the church for many years. While she was a good listener and VERY empathetic, she couldn't resist proselytizing during each meeting. She knew that I was spiritual, but not religious, but just had to convince me through books and meetings and such that a devotion to God was the answer to all of my life's problems. Oy. I thanked her for her time and moved on.

I suppose you will claim that she "wasn't worth her weight," but I would disagree. I believe that she has ably counseled many, many people. She was very helpful to my mother when my father died. She just wasn't my cup of tea. But thank you for the suggestion.


Just wanted to also say this is a great post and encapsulates pretty well what I've been thinking as I graduate from a psychology degree (already holding one in sociology).

I also can't help but think that many in health care want not just to help, but also the prestige of helping. I've been in counselling, and I find the relationship inherently problematic, similar to the relationship with my family doctor. These are supposed to be "experts," but they really are people who come from a particular field of study, a particular perspective, who are trained to look for what's _wrong_ with "the patient." These professions attract a particular personality type. I have decided not to pursue health care as a career because I feel burnt out before I've begun. Coming from a difficult background, people raised in institutions (religious ones) there are a lot of psychological problems present in my family. I know how difficult and taxing these issues are to deal with. I find it insulting to think we can "fix" people, or that we _should_ fix them. It makes sense to work _with_ individuals, give them the benefit of a particular perspective and the tools that have been developed and _may_ help. I think people do the best they can to cope with the challenges of life. Often psychological and psychiatric techniques to make us "happy" and "mentally healthy" or "typical" (whatever that means) in a less than fulfilling and satisfying, or even pleasant, life are doomed to fail or fall terribly short.

I think one thing that's unwritten in your post is the cultural problem of individualism. So many problems are caused by loneliness and low social support. Prestige-seeking is a product of individualism. If we weren't all so intent on hierarchy, we could work together more, and maybe be a little more psychologically healthy, get what we really crave - connection - instead of needing to always set ourselves apart, and ideally above, each other.

If psychology and psychiatry, and the medical profession too, don't move in a more egalitarian, frankly possibly more technician- or facilitator-like direction, society will develop other means of filling that need. As the previous commenter already noted, religious counsellors have filled this need in the past. I can imagine a post-religious/agnostic/atheistic/existential "religion" that puts humanity in the centre. Our shared interests are surely something to pay attention to. Whether our individualistic, consumerist cultural landscape takes notice or not, we are all interdependent, and helping each other is actually pretty self-interested. Even Catholic confessionals, that anonymity and the simple way to make amends, has something to teach us about healing and coping. The current weight on the fields of psychology and psychiatry is an outcome of, by many, a turn away from spirituality to "science." The DSM and psychological categorization are just another way to help us get comfortable with our anxiety, in this case about how to deal with people who don't fit in, and ourselves too, when we do not.

But, great post! Spread the word, be more optimistic! I know that the ship can be steered in a more helpful direction. The counsellors and health care workers might want to turn the microscope (and questionaires and EEG and brain imagers) back on themselves for a while though. I've been in both camps (helper and helpee), so I say this with the kindest, least individualistic intentions I can muster.

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Eric Maisel, Ph.D., is the author of forty books, among them Rethinking Depression.


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