Psychiatry Sweetie
Psychiatry, sweetie, is the ultimate high-society hustle. A bit of a scam at times- really. In Allen Frances’s book 'Saving Normal', the old (incredible) insider plays both sides. One moment he’s confessing that the DSM turned everyday quirks into gold-plated diagnoses. Then he’s condemning the system even more and telling us he's responsible for the autism surge. The truth? Diagnoses are invented in backrooms, voted into existence like casting calls at a Beverly Hills mansion. No blood tests, no scans, no hard evidence – just a committee deciding whether your heartbreak, your wild night, your traumatic abuse and it's injustices or your kid’s fidgeting- deserves a label not a resolution. And every new label is another shot of champagne for Big Pharma- that let's face it- hasn't updated it's ethical framework in a while? The drugs? Love- they don’t heal- they ,*mask* they sedate, they numb, they toy with your body chemistry like a bad boy ...