Today something funny (in a sad sort of way) happened that really got me thinking. I walked downstairs to talk to my mom and she was watching the Dr. Phil show. I was telling her I was leaving, but I too got sucked into the drama. Normally I am completely against shows like Dr. Phil, Intervention, or anything that publicly displays people’s pain, illness, and addiction for television ratings and reviews. It so important that people understand that these are REAL people with REAL pain and it’s not fun to watch or interesting.
Anyway I was telling my mom this, and she said “I almost called Dr. Phil when you were really sick. I didn’t know what else do to.” Appalled, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I also couldn’t imaging what that would have been like. Honestly, it’s bad enough watching him get families to spill their guts on his talk show, without really knowing any true follow up or hope that is behind it all. But to think that my mom actually thought about putting me on there.
It kind of hit me today (again) how sick I used to be. Most of the time I didn’t even realize some of the illness because I had done it for so long. It also hit me today how thankful I am to have found so many quality treatment providers over the past few years.
Another thing that hit me though, was how much hurt my family was experiencing. For my pretty introverted mom to want to go on National Television to deal with the illness in my family, you know it was bad.
I am no fan of Dr. Phil. However, I am a HUGE fan of treatment, intervention, reducing stigma and being honest. I know however that there is a right and a wrong way to do that. And making tons of money off of the broken lives of hurting people is NOT one of those ways.
My name is Erin and This is Where I Stand.