Society has no regard for truth. Masses buy its myths and
lies and defend them to the bitter end. U.S. Psychiatrist Dr. Leon Eisenberg, born in 1922 as the
son of Russian immigrants, who was the “scientific father of ADHD," confessed at
the age of 87 in his last interview in 2009:
“ADHD is a prime example of a fictitious disease.”
You’d have thought that when the news broke and Dr.
Eisenberg’s “deathbed confession” was published that parents would have thought
twice before allowing their children to be led down the path of addiction. But
most continued funding the psychiatric-pharmaceutical cartels and their lavish
lifestyles.
They don’t question the powers that be, but often acquiesce
with a heavy heart, as did my friend, Katherine Russell Barnes, who wrote this
poignant poem, “What It’s Called,” about her son’s label.
It’s called ADD,
attention deficit disorder.
Some call it immaturity,
lack of ambition, laziness.
My heart calls it grief
that at forty you have
no home, no steady job, nothing saved.
But my heart calls it joy
that you still delight
in the cerise throat of the hibiscus,
the saucy ways of the titmouse,
the ancient turtle’s mossy back,
a skein of geese on their predestined journey.
My heart calls…
What other societal myths can you name that have done more
harm than good?
