I published a rant today about this study:
Etiological role of childhood emotional trauma and neglect in adolescent anorexia nervosa: a cross-sectional questionnaire analysis.
The rant hurt someone's feelings and they struck out at me very angrily. Regardless of my reasons for my rant, it feels unkind to defend it, so I've deleted it. Frankly, I've ranted endlessly about the same topic for years and I'm not adding anything to the literature.
I see and hear and overhear so much needless pain every day. Every day I get another message from a parent who has spent years being kept at bay by clinicians with the argument that he or she has contributed to, caused, failed to prevent a dearly loved son or daughter's life-threatening mental illness. I try, often in vain, to convince that parent that eating disorders are not caused by parents and in fact what is needed is for the family to stand up and get to work learning about the illness, getting effective care, and changing lifestyle and priorities to provide an environment where recovery is first - for as long as it takes.
But still, my frustration can end up burning me out, too, and today I choose to delete my rant and say to Anonymous, I'm sorry.
Causing any more pain isn't my goal, ever.