Don't get me started...
I do know that at least some practitioners of CBT worldwide really dislike the use the biopsychosocial movement has made of their therapy.
Oh they should. They really should. And they should damn well do something about it as well if they don't want their name blackened by it. They should drum the Wesselys of this world out of town.
Here's my experience, which perhaps applies in the UK and less so elsewhere, since we're talking about CBT at last...
I had a form of group therapy for depression based on cognitive techniques. Lots of handouts, lots of discussions, lots of comparing of experiences. An explanation of cognitive theory and techniques, and guidelines for putting them into practice. 12 weeks and that was it. During the same period I took a newish anti-depressant called citalopram. My doc put me on it - he said at first - 'just for a couple of months max with this one'. Then he spun it out and spun it out as I got more and more docile, until in the end after a year of foggy vegetation I summoned up the strength to insist I come off it. He then explained he had been stringing me along as long as possible and had always wanted me on it for a year if possible, because the graph showed that the longer you stayed on it, the greater the chance it would permanently cure you of depression. After 12 months it went above 95% chance you'd never get depressed again.
So I don't know which of those two therapies really cured me of my lifelong depressive tendencies, but cure me it did. That was about 10 years ago, and I have never slipped back once since then. It was a truly remarkable change. And if you had to press me to decide which one did it, I would say it was the cognitive therapy - or rather, my own extremely hard work at training myself to apply the cognitive techniques. Over a period of many months, I gradually learned to notice when I was getting stuck in a rut, then gradually learned to think back to when that had started, then learned to catch it at the point when it started and note the thoughts that ran through my head, then learned to rehearse answers I could give myself when those thoughts started, then began to argue back at myself with positive thoughts when I started thinking negative thoughts ("oh god I'm useless I can't get anything right" - "listen to yourself that's ridiculous you get lots of things right") until after many months of struggle I began to win the argument with myself.
So now, whenever I find I have started to feel down for a day or two, as soon as I notice that fact, I fight back, I use every technique I have learned, and I pull myself back out of it. And I do it as fast as I can, motivated by being terrified of going back to a state of month after month of a vicious cycle of misery that I can't drag myself out of, unable to eat, unable to function, in a black hole with no escape. I am
not going back to that place.
So I thank cognitive techniques for all that - but I didn't need a therapist for it, just the information, the motivation, and the group therapy which was great stuff, and perhaps the drugs gave me a bit of a window of support too.
But that's depression, what does that have to do with ME/CFS? Well I just want to point out that I know from direct experience what is and isnt depression, and that CBT is a powerful technique that can be highly effective in the right context.
But before the depressive episode started, and still after it finished, I was sick with WTF (my preferred name to avoid insulting those with severe/true ME by nicking their name, and to avoid the 'slave name' of CFS), which is basically a lot like Fukuda CFS - I could fit Fukuda but I never got diagnosed CFS: my doc warned me that was a diagnosis I definitely didn't want and which would bring me no benefit or treatment anyway, except CBT which he could get me anyway. (Now I realise he was probably protecting me, and I can't thank him enough).
My first 3 years of WTF were wasted on completely pointless regular visits to a GP who I believed was trying to help me and yet seemed incapable of hearing what I was telling him, or seeing the obvious telltale signs of things like fungal infections I tried to show him. I mean, it was bizarre, he literally couldn't see them! "There, right there!" - "I can't see anything". After 3 years of this crap I happened to say "look, I know I describe 5 or 10 weird symptoms whenever I see you, but that's just to try and help you figure out what the hell's going on. I know some are relatively minor but I know they're all connected. They all started at the same time. Anyway I know I go into a lot more detail than a regular patient would, but I hope you understand that's not because I'm a hypochondriac or something".
And he gave me that look. Looked up from his desk for once - actually looked at me! - and said "what's so wrong with hypochondriacs? It's a real illness you know, just like any other". And so then I knew: it hit me, the sudden realisation that his weird behaviour was explained because from day one I walked in his office with this list of symptoms, he had made that diagnosis - and decided to keep it to himself. 3 years of completely pointless and wasted sessions with a man who had decided my problems were psychosomatic or maybe just trivial - with a year of pointless psychotherapy along the way. Wind forward a few months, a couple of appointments later to confirm what was going on, and I walked out his office mid-session, never to return. Boiling with rage at what he'd done to me. Which I won't describe now, the consequence of his failure to diagnose a completely separate condition which ended in a painful and embarrassing operation, just because he'd never taken a word I was saying seriously.
My current doc is under the strictest instructions since day one that if he ever tries to pack me off to a shrink I will walk right out the door. Because I've experienced quite enough therapy now, effective and otherwise, to know exactly how much it affects my physical symptoms. Which is: absolutely not at all. I manage all those issues myself, rather well if I do say so myself, and I always have.
I've slowly learned, on my own, the hard way, that exercise is NOT a good idea, that my "bizarre" and "impossible" allergies ARE real and manageable, that all this is NOT just going to go away, that friends and family will NEVER understand, that society will NOT give me a break, that the NHS is NOT going to help or believe me, but that in the "alternative" world there ARE lots of things that really can help me a lot. And that I'm going to have to pay for them myself because help from the NHS with any of this is NOT on the way any time soon. And that I'll never now be able to live a normal life because it's too late for me now, and I have to somehow accept that and take whatever I can get from life and not dwell too much on what I can't ever have. Like a proper job, a wife, kids, my own home, a garden, that kind of stuff...
Every few years, doc puts it to me ever so gently. CBT could maybe help you manage things a bit better. I know your illness is real, it's physical, but CBT might help you cope with it more effectively. You live a rather unusual lifestyle, maybe there's a better way...I don't know...I'm only saying it because my hands are tied, that's the only thing I can offer you, I don't know what else to suggest...
I'd go for it, if I had a problem managing my life that I thought could be managed any better. I have never had anything against CBT in itself. Except that I just don't trust them after what I've learned and experienced with a GP who successfully deceived me for 3 years of monthly appointments, and after Ive learned about the weasley way theyre taught to deceive their patients.
So now, having read training materials like this:
"Managing Medically Unexplained Symptoms"
and having seen the videos of the Wesselyite training, and having been successfully deceived once, I'll never trust another NHS doc or psych as long as I live.
Thanks for that guys.
Very early on, the therapist told me I would never have chosen this disease, as all my self-esteem came from my work.
So she certainly didn't try to convince me that I wasn't really sick (although I have tremendous fatigue, it's from feeling sick, it's not just tiredness). She was concerned about my illness.
Yeah. Im glad you got something good out of this particular therapist. Be careful with these people though. In their world, they can tell you: yes you really are genuinely sick, no of course you didnt choose to have this illness, yes your illness is real, yes they are really concerned about it. All of that. But they can still say all that and still say quietly to themselves: its a very real illness with a psychological root cause.
I expect other types of therapists are far less likely to pull that kind of stunt, so my personal recommendation for therapy for the medically unexplained would be: anything but CBT - its just not worth the risk you get a Wesselyite.