Many years ago the distinguished
MIT linguist/activist Noam Chomsky said: "One waits in vain for
psychologists to state the limits of their knowledge." A letter
he wrote to me in April of this year ended with the comment: "I'm
sure we'll continue to 'wait in vain.' Too many careers at stake!"
I waited a very long time - almost three
decades, before abandoning my own career as a clinical psychologist.
My first teacher in the field, the renowned McGill University neuropsychologist,
Donald Hebb, insisted that psychology must be "more than common
sense" and that, as psychologists, we have an obligation to
subject our opinions to scientific scrutiny and to make a clear
distinction between theories and findings. Sadly, his warning has
been largely ignored. The professional organizations which claim
to protect the public, fail to insist on scientific scrutiny; dangerous
methods are sanctioned, and untested therapies, dubious "expert
opinions," and utterly absurd diagnoses go unchallenged. I
have seen too much harm inflicted on people by virtue of this negligence;
so, I find myself in this strange role of trying to curb the pervasive
influence of my own chosen profession.
When the first (1996) edition of Manufacturing
Victims appeared, Beth Loftus called the book "dynamite"
and Dr. Laura, declaring herself my "fan," encouraged
her listeners to read it. It was an "expose," an admittedly
sweeping and brutal attack, which identified recovered memory therapy
as just the tip of an iceberg. A seriously researched book, with
close to 1,000 endnotes, it was my apology for years of having bitten
my lip. I hoped that it would be useful to people in raising questions,
making arguments, winning legal cases, facing moral dilemmas and
getting on with life. I was not entirely prepared for the volatile
reactions from within the Psychology Industry. The book was instantly
dismissed as "a conspiracy book" by the executive director
of the British Columbia Psychological Association; a member of the
Finance Committee of the American Psychological Association called
it "the Ripley's Believe-It-Or-Not Of Psychology;" the
1997 President of the Canadian Psychological Association, not even
having seen the book, wrote a letter to an Ottawa newspaper condemning
me for my "unsubstantiated opinions." A psychologist in
Vancouver, who had never met me, diagnosed me as suffering from
"burnout," and another, who knew nothing about my life,
publicly stated that I was lucky to have never experienced a trauma
for which I needed a psychologist's help.
A clinical psychologist in a small town in
Ontario went even further. After watching a national television
show on which I cautioned consumers about the perils of trusting
psychologists, he lodged a complaint with my licensing board. And,
believe-it-or-not, they took his complaint seriously. For 16 months
I and my book were under investigation as possible "threats
to the television-watching public." Finally, in a written decision
in June, 1998, the Complaints Committee acknowledged that it found
no violations of standards and it affirmed my status as a "psychologist."
In dismissing the complaint, the College conceded that it was bound
by the Canadian Charter of Rights, which guarantees everyone the
fundamental freedoms of thought, belief, opinion and expression,
and it ascribed a new title to me, that of "social critic."
While I tended to shrug off these displays
of self-interest, intolerance and arrogance, I have been heartened
by signs that some people, at least, are making good use of the
book. I have heard from psychology students who have begun to challenge
what they are being taught and from retired colleagues who regret
not having tried harder to fight the radical and overtly political
influences. I have heard from men who are serving prison terms in
cases where "reasonable doubt" would have prevailed had
psychological testimony not carried such weight. And I have heard,
as well, from criminal lawyers who are defending and appealing such
cases and from civil lawyers who are working to make psychologists
accountable for their actions. Skip Simpson, when he first phoned
me from Dallas, had just used my book to frame the closing argument
in one of those cases which yielded a 5.8 million dollar settlement.
Last summer, when an Ottawa journalist called
me a renegade and gave me the title "The Dissident Psychologist,"
I laughed. However, the issues are not funny. And, sadly, recovered
memory therapy is only one of the many psychological products about
which consumers deserve to be warned. When personal lives can be
torn apart by virtue of professionally sanctioned misinformation,
it is, I believe, unethical for anyone within that profession to
remain silent.
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