Tuesday, March 31, 2026

My Gabor-rant: when Dr. Mate stole my stuff


I found this letter (written in 2008) deep in the files, and I doubt that I ever sent it to Gabor, but I needed to write it  at the time, and I do think there are some good insights in it. But it's a cautionary tale about guru-ism in general, and the fundamental dishonesty of these lofty figures in particular. I don't remember the specific quote he stole from me, but it's the theft that counts. And his disrespect of those people who are trying to recover frankly revolted me in someone who is supposed to be an addictions specialist (read: guru) and is often described as "world-famous". No thanks, Gabor - I'd rather be happy. 

Though you have made a joke out of stealing my “white gloves” phrase, it has turned out to be quite pivotal (has it not?) in differentiating your addictive behaviour from that of your patients. Seeing it in an unfinished manuscript was one thing, but seeing it in print in your book (i.e., on public display) gave me the unpleasant feeling that I had been ripped off.

This wasn’t just a couple of neutral words but a metaphor, and worlds have turned on metaphor. It gave me the feeling you thought you could harvest my remarks and incorporate them, that it was all fair game. If you were going to use it, you should have asked me directly or at least quoted me anonymously, and not taken credit for it yourself.  No writer should steal from another writer, ever, nor make light of it anywhere, especially not in such a public venue as the media.

 Hearing you talk about it on CBC didn’t fix the problem, nor did it make me any less uncomfortable as you announced, “this is who I shamelessly stole it from” (then giving my real name).  It’s as if you think it’s OK, as long as you’re contrite about it on national radio. But CBC isn’t the place for this sort of  admission.

 You could have avoided all this unpleasantness if you had written or phoned me and said, “Margaret, I’m sorry I ripped off your line” (that is, if you really were sorry).  The bizarre public way you went about it (which could be interpreted as “look who I made a fool of”, or as a public demonstration of your conscience) makes me wonder if you have any sense of boundaries, or any respect for me at all. 

 In the AA chapter of your book (and it also offended me, a 12-step veteran, that you felt entitled to paraphrase and interpret the 12 steps after only one meeting), you offered a description of me. At least, I think it was me, through some sort of distorting lens: “A manic-depressive with a long history of alcoholism, she’s been attending for fifteen years.”

 Nowhere in this rather depressing description do I see the words “sober” or “recovering”. In seventeen years, I have never had a relapse. I drank for twenty years, so my recovery will soon catch up: as of now, I have been sober nearly 1/3 of my life.  Yes, I do have a long history, but of what? Can you guess?

 But you wouldn’t know that from your description of me. You can “attend” meetings for decades and not experience a day of sobriety, but from the beginning I have worked extremely hard, both to maintain my sobriety and to understand and change the self-defeating thinking and behaviour that triggered my drinking. I don’t think I would have stayed sober this long if it hadn’t worked.

 But that’s not what it says in your book.


 Since the general public doesn’t have a clue about AA, they tend to think it’s attended only by practicing alcoholics (perhaps even the skid row type – believe me, I’ve heard a lot of comments) who are too weak to do it on their own.  If by some chance they do succeed, they are “former alcoholics”, as if the addiction has been “conquered” or overcome by sheer force of will.  Then they stop attending, because they are “cured”.

 Until I joined, I think I felt something like that myself.  Fifteen years of “attending” may look admirable to an AA member, but a civilian might think,  “She has attended meetings for fifteen years, and she’s still an alcoholic?”  If you look at your description carefully, it’s possible to conclude that I’ve been drinking for all that time, which is, to say the least, inaccurate.

 But there is so much more to it than that: attending meetings is just the surface level of a very deep process of revelation and profound personal change. The fourth and fifth steps take the recovering person to a new level of self-knowledge which is necessary for awareness of triggers, not just of drinking but of the behavioural “isms” that go with it. AA step meetings, usually held in a member’s home, go far deeper than open meetings in this sort of exploration, and can create profound bonds of connection and friendship that can last for years.

 And then there are the AA roundups (conferences with speakers from all over the world) and the retreats, such as the yearly Westminster Abbey retreat in Mission which I have “attended” (opened my soul to) for ten years.  These are intensive spiritual gatherings for those who are ready to do some serious work with an open heart. I cannot begin to describe the epiphanies I have experienced there.

 Did you know about all this stuff (or any of it) when you wrote about AA? At very least, I think attending more than one meeting was necessary and would have demonstrated a modicum of respect.  NO ONE, not even someone as brilliant as you seem to think you are, “gets” AA or any other soul-changing recovery group after only one meeting. I hated my first meeting, in fact I was completely closed until about my twelfth meeting. And not all meetings are created equal.  The mix is different wherever you go.  Too bad you aren’t an alcoholic, as there is a Doctors in AA group which is apparently very powerful, and no doubt better dressed.

 In other words, I think this was a pretty shallow and even disrespectful take on a profound process, but most people likely won’t realize it because they have nothing to compare it to. They will assume AA is just a bunch of lower-middle-class people getting together to slap each other on the back, smoke too much and hear someone say amusing things about the hell they went through.  You say you like these people, that you wish you were one of them, but I think you clearly differentiate yourself from them, as you quietly withdraw into your study to listen to classical CDs. Of all the addictions I’ve ever heard of, this one is pretty genteel, and about as far from the street as you can get. (White gloves, indeed.)

 The other issue (a big one) is this:  must I be identified by my psychiatric condition?  Don’t you think I am (much) more than “a manic-depressive with a long history of alcoholism”? Would you say, “a Parkinsonian with a long history of playing too much bingo. . .”, or “an ADD (note, he’s no longer a person but a disease) with a long history of buying too many CDs” (or, for a more exact comparison, “a schizophrenic with a long history of heroin addiction”? How would this person be perceived by the ignorant public? Would they assume he was clean; would they assume he was well?)

 I don’t give a shit how I am perceived, as I tossed that kind of judgement in the wastebasket a long time ago. But that’s not the point. It hurts me that my fellow sufferers (who often can’t defend themselves) must be cruelly misjudged and damaged by ignorance, insensitivity and stigma.  It galls me that mental illness is still such a defining trait. Just the term is problematic for me. We don’t say “diabetic illness” or “arthritic illness,” do we? And if you’re “ill”, as in “mentally ill”, how can you be well? Defeat is built right into the terminology. 

 And don’t get me started on being identified as “a manic-depressive” (or more accurately, “a bipolar”: don’t you realize the term was changed over 15 years ago?), instead of a person with a bipolar condition. Even “a manic-depressive woman” is a shade better, as it’s at least  a descriptive term, not an identity badge.  AIDS activists broke ground on this many years ago: and even at that, AIDS was labelled a “syndrome” rather than a “disorder”, a less stigmatizing term.  

 There are people (maybe you?) who would say this is just so much hairsplitting, quibbling over terminology that means the same thing. It is not. We don’t have accurate terms to describe the raging forest fire that rips through people’s brains, leaving blackened ruins. We don’t have the language to describe the nausea at having to tolerate other people’s ignorance, pity and disgust. Or the powerlessness and sense of being marginalized, shunted to the fringes of society.  We don’t have terms for the courage it takes (yes, the courage it takes!) to get up on your feet again, and start to take a few shaky, tentative steps.

 Years ago I used to say, “if you had to live inside my head for one day, you’d run screaming.” That may be true, but we can’t get inside each other’s heads. However, we can practice some empathy, choose our words with care instead of falling back on medical jargon, and be aware that a person’s individuality and humanity always comes ahead of their disease condition. 

 Most medical practitioners don’t know this difference, but what about you?  Your book is flying off the shelves due to your insight, compassion and medical knowledge (so they say).  But a great many people, not knowing anything about addiction, will believe pretty much everything that is in it. Yet you describe your “friend” (me) as a sort of case study, a chronically disabled person who drags the long chains of alcoholism behind her, still attached to meetings like a life support system after fifteen years.

 In the past few years I have learned so much I can’t even begin to paraphrase it here, but one thing I know for sure is that people like me must insist on dignity and stand up to prejudice and misinformation wherever we find it. This isn’t just for me, but for the countless others who are too powerless to do it. How we express ideas around addiction and mental illness matters because it affects people’s (especially readers’) thinking and behaviour towards sufferers. Whether it’s a metaphor or a description of a human being, every word counts, because it directly affects the self-esteem and thus the emotional and mental health of every person who has walked through the hell of addiction.

 To sum up, I believe your little jokes about stealing my phrase (a pivotal one that has been quoted several times by journalists) miss the mark. Are you admitting that you did wrong, or placating me so I won’t call you on it? Assuming you could incorporate my original metaphor was both arrogant and dishonest. Your little drama of confessing it on the air rather than apologizing to me was extremely rude, not to mention twisted. In addition, your inaccurate description of me painted me as a sad case, a mentally ill alcoholic who still needs propping up after 15 years.  Calling this disrespectful is an understatement.

 And how is this for a rewrite:

 “A woman I know, sober seventeen years and a faithful member of the program, has been able to ride out the violent rollercoaster of a bipolar condition that could have ended her sobriety and her life.  It didn’t, due to the power and grace she still finds in her regular AA meetings. It is more than fellowship: it’s powerful medicine.”

 For the sake of accuracy, I ask you to revise your description of me in subsequent printings.

 Margaret

 (Needless to say, that didn't happen. Since then, criticism of Mate's unsavory connections with various political factions have done damage to his reputation, which wasn't so hot to begin with.)

 

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