More on Mental Health (Or the Lack Thereof)

I've no idea why the "group" concept is so fucking popular w/ mental health professionals, other than laziness or a feeling that compensation for their labor isn't enough (probably isn't, in the public sphere) so let the wig jobs handle it themselves. Why, just yesterday, being in a mood to grab a sledgehammer & begin wreaking total & absolute destruction on inanimate objects ranging from newsracks to single-story buildings, I attended an hour-long group described as "Living with Strong Emotions," facilitated by an unpaid non-professional ( just plain busybody?) who took cues from Big Bill W.'s Big Blue Book of Big-Ass Bullshit. (I've got your Moral Re-Armament & higher power right here, you surrendering losers!) Once the nine or ten groupies introduced themselves, said how they were feeling on a scale of one to ten (I guess) & expressed gratitude (Didn't some wise-ass say "Gratitude is an emotion for dogs?") for something, as well as explained the trivial reason they were less than a 10 (really, you wouldn't believe some of the insignificant crap, compared to my glorious troubles) & the person who won't shut up & always has something on a tangent to add "contributed" (Is it a Law of Group Dynamics that every group has one?) I'd only been able to rant/rave for two minutes, & the group was over w/o any concrete, positive suggestions as to why I shouldn't start smashing things. There seems to be some concept that being in a group w/ other less functional types is "supportive," whatever that means, but it's not the support this melancholic needs, it's housing, not an over-medicated slow-talker offering me a hug. (Not that any one offered one, but you know what I mean.) Not to be a sexist pig, but recognizing, if not celebrating the differences between the sexes, mental health workers should realize that support, to males (one of whom I more or less count myself) means a resolution of the problem, not a processing of the emotions (whatever the hell that means) as occurs when women gab about their problems. (OK, "gab" could qualify as sexist, but I find the slang of past ages highly amusing, & at least I didn't type "have a henfest.") Something I realized at a sadly late age, but now that I understand it I'm not letting the concept go. All jocularity aside, what are we supposed to get from these things? There is almost always the person who won't shut up but is way off on a tangent, the person (often me) who doesn't want to share w/ the group, & cliches, platitudes & psycho-babble/jargon from all. And the sub-text of being a member of the group, participating, not being isolated, ad nauseum. I. e., they want you back in the herd so you may be manipulated w/ greater ease, & become a productive member of Pig Nation again. Phooey!!