I just finished my Op-Ed piece about recognizing help that’s not helpful. It takes a strong mind to know the pitfalls of others.
[ The Healing That Wounds - Julius Cavira ]
Here’s my pitch:
A wounded veteran sent to the wrong therapist can be quietly destroyed by a cascade of mismatches — bias that reads his stoicism as fragility, a credential gap that can’t grasp real combat, misfired attraction that hides his symptoms, and ideology that prosecutes his survival instincts. None of it requires a villain; the danger is the smart, well-meaning, wrong-fit clinician, while a slow accountability system waits for a complaint he’ll never feel safe enough to file. The lesson is simple but urgent: fit isn’t a luxury, it’s the treatment — match him with someone who won’t flinch, judge, or preach, or we teach a man who already distrusts the world that his last hope was right to be feared.
There’s no other place to send this, hope you all enjoy it if you dare to check it out.
Sincerely, Julius