Infant Nation: How therapy culture creates slaves to the state
Therapy culture and the NDIS are crippling young Australians
I remember the first time I was told that I would be teaching an autistic student in the upcoming academic year.
“What, he’s into art?”
You could get away with that 15 years ago. “No, he’s different. He doesn’t register facial expressions, has trouble regulating his feelings and will be inappropriate without meaning to be.”
Oh so he’s retarded, I thought. Turned out, the boy in question was a fine young man with just a few eccentricities. He was no more or less odd than any of the rest of us, once you get to know us.
Those few student autists back then were the fledgling snowflakes of what has now become a blizzard of dysfunction in Australian schools. An entirely new schooling sector beyond the traditional state, Catholic and Independent ones is growing up entirely driven by the need to cater to kids ‘on the spectrum’.
Private schools now are opening up secondary campuses to cater to the ‘neurodivergent’, enabled and empowered by the billions and billions of taxpayer dollars being funnelled into providers’ pockets by schemes like the NDIS.
These days, teachers are required to individually tailor their instruction for all these idiosyncratic snowflakes or else be accused of negligence. Mothers, in particular, can be shockingly militant when it comes to forcing teachers to accommodate their charges’ diagnosed disorders.
By and large, the children of such mothers are disorderly and unruly due to overly permissive parenting. A book available for print pre-order, Bad Therapy, provides a thorough diagnosis of this social-mental illness we’re now seeing everywhere.
In the postmodern Western classroom, children can no longer be ‘rude’. What a quaint and old-fashioned idea. They are ‘oppositional’ and become so when triggered by teachers making unreasonable demands, such as that you complete a worksheet or cease spitting out the window on children outside.
This is not an exaggeration. The spread of what we can call therapy culture throughout the education system has undermined what little was left of teacher authority. It’s a tyranny of the damaged; and well-adjusted and well-brought-up children are forced to watch as the crybaby thugs run the asylum.
When you talk to teachers about these developments, and I frequently do, they will usually agree that it’s become a farce. They dare not express such a view publicly or begin to conduct themselves as though they think such things if they wish to keep making their mortgage repayments, though.
We can see therapy culture spreading throughout our society wherever those under the age of 40 are making decisions. It’s a millennial-on-down mentality, by and large.
Didn’t do well enough on your Year 12 exams to get into university? No problem. Get mum to get a doctor to say you suffer from psoriasis, and with the extra credit that provides, you’ll be able to get into that ANU course you believed you were entitled to.
Can’t make your assignment deadlines because you streamed too much garbage instead of studying? No dramas. Get a psychologist to say you suffer from anxiety, and you’ll get an extension and have the time you need to pass.
Can’t follow directives at work and so keep getting unfairly dis-employed? No worries. Get a medical professional to say you’re disabled and you can get a pension and free allied health services. Life sorted.
Like a spiritual darkness, this mentality is spreading everywhere—enabled by establishment platforms like the ABC.
ABC Classic, for example, has started a new program called Mindful Music. It’s hosted by Greta Bradman (yes, that family, and I’m sure no nepotism was involved at all, of course). The show is basically an orchestral pity party for unstable Gen X females dealing with the psychological consequences of promiscuity and abortion guilt.
The minions of Big Sister on ABC Classic call it a ‘musical hug’.
We have reached another dead-end in this centuries-long project to replace Christianity with utopian humanism as a foundation for society. Last century, the world-improving intellectual types believed that a classless utopia would provide the basis for heaven on earth. Instead, it brought hell, and still does for many Christians imprisoned in communist nations like China and North Korea.
Several hundred million died last century thanks to utopian ideologies, and if you’re paying attention you would agree that we may well be on the cusp of billions dying this century due to another iteration of the great ideological struggles of the modern period. This time it’s decadent Western globalism versus a revanched Eurasian multilaterism. We’ll be told that our children need to die for freedom again.
We don’t teach kids about the horrors of communism and utopianism at school. Even the Christian schools don’t teach children about the millions of Christians experiencing persecution today under communism, because the only historical suffering that ever happened, according to teachers in schools, was indigenous people during colonisation and Jews during the Holocaust.
That’s not an exaggeration. It’s a fact.
Therapy culture is another attempt at a centralised society ruled by experts with the state replacing the family as the primary institution. This time, it’s happening in the West instead of in Eurasia. We’ve now got several generations who have been made incapable of living independently from Big Sister’s codependent embrace.
The kids aren’t crazy. We are. We’ve put our faith in the relativity of human reason and abandoned the certainties of God. We’ve exchanged life under heaven for hell on earth.
Pills and psychologists won’t fix our children. High standards and bruises will.
If we don’t take back control of our children from the state then we will replicate the horrors of the twentieth century in our own nation in the twenty-first.
My daughter has two supposedly autistic children. She also has a daughter who is the perfect example of a spoiled brat. She went doctor shopping until she found someone who would diagnose them according to her wishes. These kids are our future leaders. I'm glad that I won't be around to witness the consequences, or, if I am, I'll be too old to care.