WHAT THE UNETHICAL THERAPIST TAUGHT ME
CHEATERS INC. & DUMB LUCK LTD. Part 36 From The Chapter – The Reality End of the Pen
My morning conversation with
turned to psychology and ethics; subjects eyed with suspicion since both often become infected with cultural, religious, personal, and other biases. Amidst this conversation, I said, “My most effective and impactful therapist was the act of term paper writing for students.”For over a decade, I owned multiple paper mills selling used and new college essays: a business started in a moment of rage and desperation after wasting fourteen years in warehouse management, progressively earning less while hours increased annually. The idea of writing papers had a precedent from my community college days, allowing this history and my desire to be an author to combine in an essay writing business.
I won’t couch this business in regret the way many people backpedal on their past money-making endeavors because I earned a lot and lived well for much of the life of this business. No, I do not regret the business. I am grateful for learning so much.
I won’t couch this business in regret the way many people backpedal on their past money-making endeavors because I earned a lot and lived well for much of the life of this business. No, I do not regret the business but instead feel gratitude for learning so much.
If you are like me: raised in a conservative home with business-oriented parents and suffered Catholic and public schools filled with shitty, bullying teachers who treated you with the same viciousness their beloved shitty pupils imparted, you likely relate to my education experience. You will also know the despair of enduring horrible Christian and other Abrahamic brands of teachers who rewarded the dumbest guy in the room with a pat on the head because he was popular, good-looking, or played sports.
The education herd will let you know they do not accept you.
I am not talking about just bullying but also the gaslighting and inequity that arise within the education system. Shitty teachers convinced me I was an imbecile, which is the natural inclination when your five-page paper displays a red D-, justified by a comment explaining, “There is a comma missing on page four.” Meanwhile, the popular cheerleader or handsome, young, white Christian kid who can do no wrong receives passing grades because they were at football or preparing for homecoming. Such occurrences, coupled with the nuns’ and other Abrahamic-influenced teachers’ lies, teach you are not trying or that you are not smart enough, reinforcing the belief it’s you, not them.
You end up owning all the years of violence and degradation inflicted on you, and God forbid you complain because they are the experts, moralists, and educated. You’re the imbecile who incorrectly placed the comma in the essay! You take your place work in a filthy warehouse, damaging your body with endless hours of labor — because you believe you belong there.
You become that terrible thing they made you for not knowing better.
The oppressive, and make no mistake, deliberate strategy almost worked, but the commerce conservatives, Jesus-lovers, and “objective” teachers wrongly assumed I would continue to accept my place as so many do. They didn’t realize a skilled therapist returned from college days and used a complete lack of ethics to reveal the truth about education, career, and most of all, them.
I have written thousands of papers for money, from affirmative action to zoology. Although the subject matter increased my knowledge, the act of scribing for dollars taught me the absolute bullshit of education and society. More than education’s total façade, writing papers gifted me the realization that all those years working myself to death was an effort born of the lies of shitty teachers, bullies, parents, and many other adults.
If their accusation of me suffering idiocy were true, I should not have made a living writing thousands of papers.
Everything taught to me about myself became meaningless, and now the truth clarified in such an obvious psychological projection I kick myself for missing it.
All those respected, hard-working teachers and other adults were lazy, inadequate, stupid, and ignorant persons, so desiring to be part of the herd, they actively and eagerly participated in my abuse.
Writing papers proved this point because if these “educators” performed their jobs, at least some would have noticed the thousands of papers written, sold to students, and reused hundreds of times across a decade. When you deal with educators, you quickly realize most of these people are inadequate for the job or lack the capacity to think critically. Consider for a moment what I say:
How could a student who wrote failing papers throughout a course suddenly earn A’s halfway through? Either the teacher doesn’t care or lacks insight, meaning they are too callous or incompetent to teach.
Still, I am not here to rail against teachers, so I hope you get the drift of my words because deeper insights form in the therapy of paper writing. Questioning education and all the adults who inflicted their oppressive lesson lends itself to understanding the surrounding injustice.
People wonder why I rail against Christians, education, and capitalism, but the therapy of paper writing should inform them: if I, a person raised in an affluent family by executive parents who bought into this conservative fantasy so much they tormented, gaslighted, and psychologically abused their kid for being different, it stands to reason anyone raised in a Christian-dominated society who in any way does not fit the rich, white, alpha-male, vagina-pure-as-new-fallen-snow ideal, will suffer — most far worse than me.
The unethical paper-writing therapist taught me the tragic comedy of ethical behavior that allows a shitty teacher, other adults, and students to ostracize and abuse anyone while celebrating their morality by claiming term paper mills are unethical. The unethical therapist of paper-writing clarified the classism, racism, stupidity, and violence inflicted so casually on anyone not fitting the majority values. The unethical therapist of paper-writing made me realize the total horseshit of careers and the education system propped up by a capitalist culture that seeks to reward those who fit the mold, not the brightest, most skilled, hardest working, and certainly not the most educated while making everyone else pay with sweat, money, and time for the chance to be successful — especially authors and artists.