I had the same reaction to the self-help movement after my father used to work for one of the leading PD gurus at the time, Brian Tracey. I even met the guy and his family in San Diego once. They were weird. There were giant paintings with grotesquely elaborate gold frames everywhere in their house of Happy family portraits. It kinda made me want to puke actually. No family is that happy, and it made me wonder what his dark secret was?? His kids were total assholes as well. Trained from birth to believe they were geniuses.:rolleyes:
For the longest time, I couldn't get past the barriers in my mind about affirmations and subconscious re-programming, as it made me mad to think that my father was out there 'helping' all these strangers, he didn't even know, with their life issues, and right in his own backyard, our family were disintegrating, as I saw it, only I seemed to be the only one who noticed.
He'd put me down, mock me, minimize and invalidate my feelings, and negate my reality all together and not even know the damage he was doing, but then go out and give himself a big pat on the back for helping so many people. It made no sense to me...and still doesn't.
Why wouldn't he do the same for his own family? Mum was gambling more and more and escaping into the computer, playing mai-jong for hours and hours and watching stupid american sitcoms and game shows that drove me mad to come home to the sound of canned audience clapping, and smiles everywhere.
She'd gone mad and was normalizing it...didn't even notice she was mad.