Spanking For Sanity

By Jim Hagarty

In the hurly burly of daily life, I lose track of new developments in the field of talk therapy. Easy to do, I guess, but it’s important to keep up.

Methods of helping people through one-on-one counselling are ever-evolving it seems. In Montreal, for example, there is a psychologist who believes that one way to restructure a soul is to get right down to the bare essentials. His method is to pull down his client’s pants and have him turn around, at which point the good professional administers a spanking. At 10 sessions, Steven Schachter lowered his client’s laundry, smacked away vigorously on the young man’s bare buttocks and yelled, “Feel the shame, feel the guilt, let it sink in.”

Of course, the world being a politically correct mess, the psychologist is now on the hot seat. I am going to assume his pants are not down around his ankles as he sits on that seat.

However, though his methods are being reviewed and he could face sanctions, you will be happy to know that he is still practising his passion, two years after the incidents described above, although the spankings are believed to have ceased.

There will be some, I know, that do not agree with this psychologist’s methods. What those people need, of course, is a good slap on the ass. Or many of them.

Works every time.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.