What the hell kind of repressed memories bullshit is this?
Bullshit?
Yes. Bullshit.
Oh, you mean like tossing fallacies around as if they were counter arguments? Like this one:
To be more explicit: your presumption that people who say they had no childhood trauma are in denial
Or this one:
and your soap box screed that all the ills in the world are because of child abuse even if people don’t think they were abused
Or this one:
and your arrogant claim that if people tell you about their childhood you can predict how they vote
If you’re referring to something I wrote like
this then you can drop the idiotic strawmen and plainly see how I qualified everything I claimed (emphasis mine for the hard of reading):
I obviously disagree. Tell me what kind of abuse you suffered in your childhood and I can pretty much plot your entire life's narrative from there. Not 100% of course--as that's absurd--but likely more than enough to be able to profile you for how you'd vote on various policies and the like. Political analysts do this all the time in fact. As do advertisers and marketers etc. Hell, psychologists and psychiatrists as well, of course.
It's not too difficult, so long as you have knowledge of certain variables.
So, to seriously answer your argument from authority ad hominem, I actually studied Developmental and Abnormal psychology at Boston University, but it was my minor. I majored in Film, which is likewise a study in human behavior, just in a more artistic sense. At one point, I was thinking of going the psychologist route (instead of the artist route), but realized pretty quickly that the students around me were all studying psych because they were in desperate need of analysis.
Coincidentally, while that was going on I was also having a long distance tryst with my sister-in-law’s sister (we met at my brother’s wedding) and was starring in a play called
’Dentity Crisis by Christopher Durang. I mention that because the character I was playing suffered from multiple personality disorder (“MPD” now known as dissociative identity disorder) and although a comedy, the director—an Egyptian exchange student, who was likewise a little abnormal—was doing the play because his brother had suffered from MPD and killed himself.
As research for the part, he insisted I read one of the first investigative books on MPD called
The Minds of Billy Milligan. It was incredible and I highly recommend it.
I mention
all of that because, even more coincidentally my sister-in-law’s sister/lover was ALSO diagnosed with MPD several years after we drifted apart, just after college. I know that, because she called me—out of the blue—one day to inform me of her diagnosis and that, although the personality calling me did not know me, several of her “alters” did and her therapist suggested she reach out to me because I was evidently one of the only positive “good” people her alters ever met.
We had MANY conversations over the years and met at least a dozen of her alters (some would pretend to be others I had already met in fact). I found out that I had been “dating,” among others, a 5 year old girl, a 17 year old boy and a 32 year old woman (all in the body of a 17 year old when we met). Which, ironically, suddenly made many of the things she used to say and do whenever we’d get together on various weekends make a lot more sense.
It got to the point where I was going to shoot a documentary about her, but in order to do that it was agreed that I would need unanimous consent from her alters—which was conducted with me and her and her therapist during a
long therapy session—and in the end there were too many alters who feared what would happen to her if she went public for reasons I won’t go into (but that lead to her MPD to begin with).
These experiences led to decades of studying—albeit on my own—anything and everything to do with the psychology of identity (including a deep dive into the Sybil “controversy” that actually wasn’t), which in turn has informed my primary “day job” career—which has been in marketing and advertising, with some professional experience as a media consultant (aka, “spin doctor”) in New York Senate politics, as well as always informing my artistic career as a filmmaker/writer.
And, finally, like you actually give a shit, I have a Master’s Degree in Marketing and Brand Management, also from BU, which is, once again, likewise a study of human identity and predictive behavior.
So those are my
actual qualifications, but of course, how the fuck would you know whether or not I’m telling the truth?
Oh. Right. It’s not about that.