New pen name:
Tay Sam Pharol
Pharoliynin is my non-human father in the astral. He's a Golden Avian.
Tay is short for Teiuliyn, or Tei, a name I saw in the clouds while asking for my real appellation.
Sam is the short form of my Earth-given first name.
I couldn't choose between a male or female version of "Pharol" as a surname because of my non-binary-ness so I just use his name.
Here's a line of thought - it bothers me that when people and social workers, etc think of rehabilitation, they often assume they have to "fix" or try to forcibly change the fundamental identity or behavioral nature of a human with austere pavlovian methods and overfixation on punishments; rather than use more transpersonal and reflective means to simply SUGGEST rerouting them to a different way of coping with their own emotions in more constructive, harmless ways. But I also feel that this is what led to the creation of PBIS systems, offshoot of applied behavioral analysis (behaviorism), this line of thinking, and every way of attempting to support "positive behaviors" has its own flaws and pros. There's no perfect or ideal way to rehabilitate someone who actively harms others or themselves. Furthermore some people just get sent to a ward because of families who are disapproving of a person's quirkiness, and that's why all these conspiracy theorists end up threatened with institutionalization or hospitalization.
I have seen at the hellhouse (one of my previous residential homes), a purely behavioristic system which is always focused on punishments and rewards. There were too many punishments per almsot each day, demotivating nearly every single teenager. The methodology barely even passed the test, it largely did not really succeed that far. No one tried to get to the bottom of why someone was acting out, all they did was go to shallow end and pull out a red card every time - "you're grounded!" This is how the troubled teen industry works - it is simply an abusive behaviorism/ABA/Pavlovian conditioning torture machine disguised as a purificative "scared straight" method, a salvation for burnt out parents of "out of control" children, which works by rubbing the parents' helplessness. EDIT: We were also not allowed to talk about anything "mature"; drugs, sexual topics, alcohol, or even talking about other people who were previously at the house. Our day was regimented in a strict routine with up to four mandatory activities, which as a 21 year old now makes utterly no sense.
All the people ranting about ABA therapy for autism, you make me laugh. While trauma from ABA therapy is perfectly valid, autism-centered ABA seems to be almost nothing compared to what I have seen, what other survivors have seen, behind doors in residential facilities and the troubled teen industry which was still behaviorism, but on crack. I've seen the worst of Pavlov's demons getting ritualistically hogged up onto groups of underage people, by entire groups of "social workers" and "staff". You should consider yourselves lucky you were just having "therapies" for a few hours a week where you are asked to touch your nose over 20 times, and tickled as "reward" whereas we were chronically yelled at, grounded endlessly; psychologically tortured and deprived of fun, and more, with some homes even performing physical or sexual abuse.
Wish we can keep children away from behaviorists.
A socialism-like, behavioristic microverse.
