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Also want to be Content Creators.

At our core – Content Creators – in particular are here for entertainment. We offer information and education, of course, but that being said, nothing we offer should, or can, replace the information and advice of a medically trained professional who has a board of oversight.

This is why the Therapy Jeff situation is so wrong and offensive. For those of you who don’t know, “Therapy Jeff” is a medical professional who uses his social media to allegedly expand the conversation about mental health.

Here’s why he’s in trouble:

“Is there no dedicated national helpline for men who are scared they might sexually assault their partner? Or for anyone, for that matter? Like, if they’re experiencing an urge and are worried their fantasies are turning into plans, who can they call immediately?”

No, Jeff, there is not a dedicated line for men to report that they want to be rapists. But you know what there is? Rape Academy’s where men, in particular, go online to websites from around the world, where they then learn how to execute “The Perfect Rape” crime. And you think we should consider the feelings…*checks notes* of the rapists? I don’t really care how a rapist feels.

See, Jeff, nearly all my rapists were boys when it started. They were violently taught how to rape and abuse women and girls, and they got away with it because they all stood for each other and gaslighted me into acting crazy so the cops wouldn’t believe me. I was groomed for decades, and not one person in my life tried to help me.

So no, I really don’t give a flying, fucking, whip, what rapists are going through before, during, or after they commit the crime, because I know for a fact that men who are willing to force themselves on anyone, really have no feelings.

Men and women who use sexual organs and touching as a weapon don’t care about preventing themselves from becoming abusers, because they fully believe – inside their sick twisted fucked up anything but normal brains – that they are in the right to do whatever they want to do and no one who tells them otherwise could possibly be correct.

Rapists don’t have feelings.

If they did, they couldn’t do what they do.

The worst of what Jeff has done isn’t even suggest we should prioritize the voices of abusers over victims. He then went further, to answer a question about what men like, in graphic, disturbing, completely inappropriate ways for a therapist who is choosing to put a spotlight on his craft and job.

Here’s the thing: Not every single medical professional in the world is a complete asshat; however, with that being said, there are a great many who went into the medical field for the wrong reasons; They don’t see content creation as an extension of who they are and the change they want to see in the world.

They see it as a vehicle to fame and fortune, and while that’s perfectly fine – baby, reach for the stars – ask yourself, please, “Am I doing this for me? Or for the people who need my knowledge?”

I don’t want to see my therapist dancing on screen, and if I were one of Jeff’s clients, I’d be absolutely horrified. There’s a difference between using social media to spread information and to get famous. I didn’t start this blog because I wanted to be famous; I did it because I wanted to prove that one could go through a storm of mental health issues and come out on the other side okay.

I’m doing that; however, I am also not a Mental Health Professional. I am a Mental Health Patient, who is sharing their experience so that other patients can learn or figure out from my experience, what questions to ask on their own journeys.

I genuinely don’t care about fame, fortune, or money. If I could have all my needs met and still work on helping out where I am able, I would do that, but unfortunately, Jeff, I don’t have the luxury of sitting in the trauma any longer. I, like all survivors, have to pull up my big girl pants and jump into the work of undoing the damage men like you cause.

Between the 14th and 18th centuries, women in particular were burned at the stake in alarming numbers. Men, on the other hand, often died of poison, and the reason for that is that the battle between the sexes has been happening for eons.

Men and women need each other to create life, but after this whole Therapy Jeff situation, I am honestly starting to wonder if the reason that men and women don’t really like each other is that after eons of being together, we’re tired of being forced to wear the mask.

Last night, after about two weeks of masking from the moment I woke up, and throughout the days, I finally got ten minutes to myself to let the mask fall off. I giggled, I laughed, I listened to music, and I genuinely felt like myself for ten minutes.

And then I remembered, the reason I felt so relaxed was that I was by myself, there was no one there to ignore me, or tell me I’m too loud or can’t relate, and I didn’t tell myself that stuff because who relates to me better than me>

Jeff, women are tired. Girls are afraid, and here you are telling women how to give the best hand jobs, while telling women and girls who have been raped that we need to think about how we can prevent rape, instead of how the justice system owes us more.

This is why I struggle to see why men should be allowed to be therapists. Jeff is the classic example of a guy who thinks he’s being clever, when in reality he’s coming off as a dangerous threat.

I don’t know about you friends, but I honestly don’t think I would feel safe if my counsellor or mental health professional suddenly decided they find the search for fame more important than the discipline that they spent more than twenty years proving they want to be a part of.

These days, it feels like every single person online is just there because they want to get famous, but I hate to break it to you, you’re absolutely not the next Justin Bieber.

He was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, and he’s not pretending to be anything he’s not. He never has, that’s why he’s so fucking appealing. Throughout his journey, he showed the world every wart he had, and then he grew up, and put up boundaries and walls to protect himself, because he learned what we all already know: Fame has a price, and it’s usually your mind.

If you want to be famous, be famous. But don’t be the worst version of yourself just because you think you’re going to be Reality TV’s next villain, you aren’t that relevant.

I am tired, tired of men, tired of them existing. Sixty Million Hits, in ONE MONTH, because men wanted to learn, watch and embrace all things rape.

And your dumbass thinks it’s a good idea as a licensed professional to give tips on the best kinds of handjobs, while women around the world are hugging their children and crying, “Please don’t let us be next.”

If you, as a medical or mental health professional, think marketing your business or company through “Tips and tricks to…” is more important than actually serving the clients you were “Called” to serve, please get the fuck off the internet.

I don’t ever want to be the person who wants to step on someone’s dreams, but if your dreams come at the risk of causing harm, are they dreams worth having?

I just don’t feel like they are.

XOXO

Devon J Hall,

The Original Loud Mouth Brown Girl

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Devon J Hall has been writing about Mental Health, Healing from Childhood Sex Trafficking, Gang and Cult rape, and suriving. Their/Her story is not unique, but it is “raw” and certainly powerful. They/her are doing their best to and remember that Justice is blind and therefore takes time, while reminding women and survivors who do come forward, that they are not alone.

Over the last ten years Devon has helped the unhoused, folks who are trying to escape, and women who just need an ear, or aid with Mutual Aid.

As Devon is now working, money raised from LMBG or Six Oh Four North North Projects will go toward Mutual Aid and supporting communities close to Devon’s heart.

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