Dr. Robert L. Spitzer, considered by some to be the father of modern psychiatry, who turns 80 next week…. recanted a study he had done himself, a poorly conceived 2003 investigation that supported the use of so-called reparative therapy to “cure” homosexuality for people strongly motivated to change.
“I believe,” [his letter] concludes, “I owe the gay community an apology.” —NYTimes
Too little too late, Doc.
Anybody with a pair of live neurons to scrape together knows there’s no such animal as a “reparative therapy to cure homosexuality” because homosexuality isn’t something to which the concept of a “cure” applies. You can’t sew hems on moonbeams, either, although there’s no doubt that somewhere there’s somebody in the field of psychotherapy who wrote a paper explaining how. (The old joke about how many shrinks it takes to change a light bulb: Just one, but it takes a long time, costs a lot of money, and the light bulb has to really want to change.)
Keep in mind, too, that in the 1970s, Spitzer was championed by gay advocates (and vilified by colleagues) for his efforts to reclassify “homosexuality” in the so-called profession’s diagnostic manual. It went from a “disorder” to a “sexual orientation disturbance.” Believe it or not, to these snake-oil salesmen, that’s not only meaningful, but a significant upgrade. Gives you an idea what gibberish they babble all day long.
Which is my larger point, and that is that the so-called “father of modern psychiatry” is the Emperor of Village Idiots. While these people masquerade as scientists, their ravings, camouflaged as research, are no more grounded in logic and data than the Sunday morning bellows of a storefront pastor, if not nearly as entertaining and articulate. One difference: the shrinks are paid by third-party insurers. Handsomely, too.
Worse, they’re far more damaging, as this doddering old twatwaddler finally, at the conclusion of his intellectually bankrupt existence, realizes. The amount of grief and harm he has brought into the world, directly and indirectly, to millions of people, cannot be calculated. His bozoic message his been echoed by dimwitted disciples, toady politicians, hare-brained clergy, and worst of all, gay people themselves and their families. For too many, it’s just too late.
His apology isn’t owed the gay community alone. It’s to all humanity. But don’t hold your breath.