I just read this paper by Shery Mead, describing what’s become of alternative support systems in the age of accreditation. It resonates totally with my own experience, for which I’m grateful, as I’m still trying to get my bearings in understanding how mental health took such a bad turn, and why the old models, which do exist and to put it mildly, have not been officially discredited, are, nevertheless ignored in making policy.
In the past 25 years I’ve been a client, paraprofessional, support group member, paid direct care staffer and worked in all types of mental health agencies and settings. The difference in how things were 20 years ago compared to today are stupifying, more so because the blatant devolution is touted as progress.
The origins of peer support is humanistic theory. I was treated by humanists and made them my model. I was taught that peers help one another mentally by entering their narrative, by assimilating their “field of representation” and going with it in empathy, a willingness to be uncomfortable, and suspension of judgment. This was bottom line qualification, what you start with and build on, or you really have no business dealing with people in distress.
Once trust is established you can begin to share your own experience with psychosis and extreme mental states, delusions, cutting, self-destructive and suicide urges, and if the person is scaring you, you tell them what you need them to do to make you feel safe with them. The point of mutuality is genuine connection, and the sharing is to de-intensify the so-called “bizarre,” and make it part of the conversation, which is between two open and honest equals, and out of that conversation you create new meaning, acceptance and strategies for coping with the cards you’ve been dealt. Neither person is considered defective, neither one is acted on by the other, both of us come out of it with more than we had going in. What happened to this model?
We now live in an age of accreditation, peer support is devalued if not outright suspect. DBT groups have replaced the old way, though DBT is lauded as peer support, making it more evil than the usual authoritarian horseshit because it pretends to be something it’s not.
I lasted 2 months at the group I joined, and night after night the indignity of the power dynamics left me speechless. I didn’t want to leave the others in the DBT group, my peers, and they liked me too, but I hated the paid facilitators and the harm they did to people in pain. As if how they treated people was okay because they were following the manual and the manual was the thing.
After the DBT group ended the headcases would hang out in the parking lot, helping each other recover from the disrespect we’d just paid 35 dollars to subject ourselves to, at the urging of our psychiatrists. I couldn’t stand it anymore, and years later I still wonder how this became the norm, about the waste of our human resources, and what could have been had the members not been in subordinated social positions. DBT is not an act of god or inevitability, it is however marketed as a treatment of choice and lobbied to “people in the know” who casually direct us to these invalidating environments because the evidence base shows misfits come out of them conforming and well-behaved.
It’s easy and obvious to lambaste programs like DBT, what’s not so easy is to recognize the influence of the paradigmatic shift in a person’s own way of thinking and relating. The shift from entering the other’s narrative to diagnosing them is complete. It is now seen as perfectly normal and unproblematic for an alternative, uncredentialed supportive peer to inwardly make a diagnosis and proceed from that, without realizing the completely fucked up dynamic s/he’s creating. If you have any doubts about that, call a peer-run psychiatric warm-line next time you’re in crises and see what happens.
Every model they shove at us is de-politicized, as if there is no context anywhere in the whole wide world and *you* are the problem. Trauma-informed peer support has been confiscated. We have a long way to go to begin taking it back, what we can do is live our lives as if we should. And that we do, whether in recovery or screaming batshit through the streets.
Mead, on Peer Support and a Socio-Political Response to Trauma and Abuse (pdf.)
The trauma agenda (or our attempt to build more trauma- informed mental health services), once again has been put on the back burner.
Treatment outcomes are based on acceptance of psychiatric diagnoses/labels given by others, on compliance to what others think is “good for us,” and adherence to medication regimes that once again require our bodies to be in the power of others. Even if we are given a “trauma” diagnosis (PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder) we are considered manipulative, hard to work with and needy. We are mandated to rigid and controlling therapy programs such as DBT and lose treatment resources if we don’t go. We are considered inappropriately angry and unsuccessful at relationships, and we are banned from calling hotlines. Further, as managed behavioral healthcare has developed a stronger voice across all mental health treatment, we are losing many resources that might help us to work through the abuse, to build healing relationships and to move through the anger that has kept us bound to our cycles of pain.
In fact, rather than helping people truly to heal from the effects of past abuses and
offering them the opportunity to break the cycle of violence, we are creating lifelong “mental patients” – people who are firmly embedded in the notion that they have something permanently and organically wrong with them.Peer support programs must challenge the current system’s approach to how people with histories of abuse are treated. The devastating impact of abuse must be recognized for what it is and not viewed as psychiatric pathology or biological brain disorders. Through peer support services we can offer each other relationships that are respectful of our experiences, our ways of communicating, and how we have learned to tell our story. We can challenge each other to both face and to move beyond these stories and patterns. We
can build new community norms that replace the illness environments that have kept us trapped. Finally, we can conscientiously name and expose the cultural violence that caused us to end up in these institutions. If we can learn to tell our stories in new ways, we can create communities where the sanctioned outcomes include non-compliance to “mental patient” identities or expectations, rejection of unhelpful treatment regimens, the questioning of overuse of medication, and speaking out about the prevalence of trauma and abuse.Finally, we can to call into question whose “problem” it really is.







I think mental health took a bad turn as part of humanity continuing to take a bad turn. We are losing the humanistic model because so much of what we used to take as human has been co-opted and commodified to become yet another saleable item. People purchase objects as aspects which go to make up their identities. Their identity is not a given any more, but something they need to work for in order to purchase. So, according to this logic, why should mental health professionals go out of their way to treat people as human beings? The logic of consumerism has seeped into every aspect of human life, including human institutions — and it is an antihumanistic ideology. But, consumerism is so flattering, so indulgent, so easy, that you can’t expect people to be able to pull themselves out of that ideological quicksand in an effective way.
Yes, I agree with that analogy all the way jennifercascadiaemphatic, and have said those sorts of things many times. The last sentence is where I might take exception, because consumerism is also nauseating. Many people feel that of it, and yearn for relief.
As an abused man ( and teen), there are no support groups, nowhere to go. I’ve gotten help on a one on one basis at family centers primarily for women, as their support groups are for women only. While PTSD support groups anywhere are for vets only, and I am not a vet.
There is no place for me to go. No help anywhere. Therapy is really a nothing thing.
Guess I’ll try to do it myself, as I’ve been.
ga, books are no substitute for therapy, but I happen to have an extra copy of Mic Hunter’s _Abused Boys_ if you want it. Read it years ago and thought it was humanistic and good, would be glad to send it to you if you go to my blog and contact me through it with your postal address. I understand if you don’t want to share that though of course.
You might also google “Pat Risser” who is a great guy and an advocate and a male survivor who has written about it.
Therapy should not be a nothing thing, I wish you could find someone good, it’s unconscionable that you don’t have access to someone.
I second that recommendation, was reading Pat Risser for the first time this weekend and it left me renewed and energized.
Thanks folks, really, a very kind response. Yes, I’ll look at Pat Risser. Hymes, really nice post to me, thank you. I wasn’t sexually abused though. I had an odd kind of abandonment and neglect, everything I’ve learned I’ve done on my own. Created my own structure, though that fact was only obliquely known by me till the specter of prejudice caused me to see itself when it walked solid, and too, then I saw the housing I formed. As for therapy, you know the first one was good, but he’s left to go back to school to become a nurse. First visit he said “you have the ability to figure things out for yourself, that’s a rare gift.” Great gift he gave me in saying that. As nice and blessed a thing as anyone has said to me. But, as you can see, figuring things out alone is my damn lot in life.
Saw Patti Smith the other night. Two friends with me, one whose eyes are awakening. After the first notes I thought, alright, this is my arena, I know how to write like that. Someday these words I run to the typewriter to punch out may beat us all, someday the vision may lift my worth. Hang in there till that time. Time is important. Time is the key, fold in all time, know its growth. Don’t be afraid of its ties. It ain’t done. And as that sentence in that article I put up said, change is possible. More than that, control of change. Even if from the past.
Because of Patti:
Conform or Expand
Pinch me with your pliers
Or pinch me with dream
I’ll take the dream
Leave you holding
What only seems.
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beautiful post. i find that my friends would much rather see a BAD therapist than draw comfort from open, non-judgmental, mutual sharing. i have exactly one friend with whom i share daily stories of psychic pain, and we’ve done it for years. we have, as you beautifully said, totally reshaped our narratives of “mental illness” and walked each other out of pathology and into normality. it’s been years since either of us has uttered the words “diagnosis” or even just depression. it’s happened naturally, and it’s such a relief. i feel blessed to have her.
seriously, the people i’m surrounded by go to see abusive and disrespectful “professionals” because they feel that’s where help lies. we have been taught not to trust each other. the experts are the guys who sit in comfy offices and arrogantly dictate the terms of our improvement rather than the folks who’ve spent years in the trenches. bah.
yet, i don’t question my friends’ choices to them. it feels to me like they need to get there on their own. if their hope dangles from the thread the leads them to a (bad) therapist’s office, far be it from me to dash it.
and by the way, i have NOTHING against therapy in itself. but seriously, these people see some pretty bad-ass MHPs. it’s so sad. i wish i could tell them, dump the fucker and let’s meet over coffee once a week instead, two or three or four of us. but you can’t, you know, you just can’t.
(i don’t know what the D stands for in DBT; i imagine the other two letters stand for behavioral therapy?).
The D bugs the hell out of me, it stands for “Dialectical”. The dialectic in DBT is complete radical ACCEPTANCE of self, along with the need for CHANGE. It’s a contradiction. Accept but reject? Go ahead but stop? It’s okay but it’s not okay? Consumers need to think critically about the irrationalism in that dialectic. And of course it’s very manipulative to get at someone by starting with “radical acceptance”, and then engineering behavioral change, because we’re supposed to radically accept their modifications too. It’s all good. No, it’s all dishonest.
“dump the fucker and let’s meet over coffee once a week instead, two or three or four of us.” Awesome.
Personally, I think I’m doing better in individual therapy now than I was did in group therapy last year. Group therapy was such a joke, the patients all mocked the doctor behind her back and she was so godddamn patronizing. The therapist I’m seeing now seems way more respectful, smarter too.
Flawedplan, you seem to know more about this than I do, so I might be asking you a lot of dumb questions. Just a heads-up.
Do, if nothing else I can certainly point.