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"Have you tried [holistic bullshit]? It worked great for my [barely an acquaintance] who had [unrelated issues]!"
It's such a shame how the word "holistic" has been co-opted by the woo-woo brigade. The concept it's meant to represent, which is simply "the idea that the whole is more than merely the sum of its parts," makes sense on its own, and is applied in legit medicine.
However, the word has been associated with snake oil so much that it's hard to take it seriously anymore. I was in my mid-20s by the time I learned the actual meaning of the word; until then I assumed it was akin to "homeopathy" or some other garbage.
To riff on what you said, I think in the US 9/10 people think homeopathy refers to home remedies and traditional medicine. Because it seems like the word home is in there. I try to explain to people that homeopathy really is and their eyes glaze over like I'm telling them some conspiracy theory. I hate that shit so much.
God that is the absolute worst.
It's more fun when it's your own mother trying to sell her MLM holistic bullshit. No mom, I don't need your snake oil pills, I needed a therapist.
My mom: you don't need therapy; all a therapist will do is tell you everything is your mom's fault
(Spoiler: I did and they did and it was)
Acceptance of the ways my mom failed me is a step towards detachment from her and healthy processing of my traumas. [That'll be $15,000 USD. Worth it at twice the price]
Yeah. I started therapy for "anger management" (I got so frustrated at unmet needs that I bent a fork in half at a restaurant, which caused my still-boyfriend to urge me into therapy).
Two months in, my mom visited and was flagrantly awful in ways I couldn't emotionally repress. That helped my therapist zero in on the real issue and forced me to recognize it as well.
My pocketbook is poorer but my non-relationship with my mom is much healthier. Oh! And I now am much better able to recognize my unmet needs and meet them before I bend a fork.
Way to go with meeting your needs! I know how hard that is - my mom also trained me to put myself second, and treats me as an extension of herself. I recently (within the last year) realized that not only do I not reach out for help when I need it, but I don't even recognize when I need help. It took my old manager seeing I was stressed and saying she wanted to help me, but that she's "not a mind-reader" and I have to actually ask her for it, for me to step back and realize that my approach isn't typical. It turns out I'm so accustomed to having to go through shit entirely by myself, that the thought that somebody else might be able to help doesn't even occur to me.
By coincidence, guess who dismissed me as a child anytime I went to her for help? Yep, dear ol' Mommy, telling me shit like "you're just too sensitive" and "the bullies won't remember [that awful rumor they made up and are currently spreading against me] years from now." Mmhmm, surefire solutions right there that definitely demonstrate concern and understanding of my issues.
Why yes, I am still bitter, why do you ask?
Thanks and I'm glad you're on a similar journey. Well, not glad you had to start the journey, but glad you're progressing on it.
I have grief for the mother I didn't have, but it's ok.
That's awesome.