Thursday, December 06, 2012
The Anti-Therapist by Keaton Albertson
The Anti-Therapist: Interrogations and Interventions with Sex Offenders, Keaton Albertson. Self-Published e-book, Keaton Albertson, 2012. 528 pps.
In researching the troubled teen industry, I became curious as to whether or not some sects of the [fundamentalist variety; that is to say the fringe polygamist sects] Latter Day Saints had the underpinnings of an abuse culture. I came across several e-books by Keaton Alberton. Keaton Albertson grew up in a Mormon household but departed from that faith as he rocketed into adulthood. The Keaton Alberton books had nothing to do with the question of abuse culture or the troubled teen industry. Samples convinced me to read them anyways. So here is the first one that I've read.
As a young man, Keaton Albertson got a job as a treatment facilitator. He had to interview various predators who were locked up for treatment as part of their sentences for their various disgusting crimes. Their crimes were truly disgusting. And so were some of their behaviors on their living units. Keaton's clientele included folks who did things with their grandchildren, with barn animals, with shit, and with anything filthy imaginable. They were required to disclose a full sexual history. Their perversions were worse than anything that I've seen on television. And these guys saw nothing wrong with things like trying to get a horse to administer oral sex [FAIL], beating on a Staffordshire terrier and then trying to get it to give them oral sex [FAIL], masturbating with feces in public toilet stalls that were vacated by little girls [FAIL], stealing underwear from a garage sale [FAIL], ejaculating into a hole they secretly created in their neighbor's kid's teddy bear and then leaving it on the pillow uncleaned to fester when the neighbors weren't at home [FAIL]. In spite of the subject matter, I laughed uproariously at Keaton's descriptions of each interview and situation that he ran into. I don't think I will quite forget for a long time the likes of a dude who left little piles of constipated shit in the communal shower stall at the treatment facility or the guy who stole hot sauce from the cafeteria to use as a lubricant during his special moments with his penis and testicles. Keaton's story-telling ability shone throughout the book. The truly frightening thing about this book is that the guys that he described really do exist. And until they get caught, they are out in public doing things or possibly next door having pool parties and mowing the lawn.
Keaton also recounted his escapades with a couple of buddies from work after-hours. And a new boss that he named Assclown who certainly resembled his moniker.
A friend of mine from high school used to hang out quite a bit at her apartment. Her mother was a stout Irish woman who used to tell us all of the time that "Truth is stranger than fiction." [She also told us more than once that we stank like a brewery when we descended upon the apartment after a drinking spree in college]. To which I can say, "Yeah. Truth certainly is." The Anti-Therapist is a perfect illustration of that motto.
I never really cared for my snooty neighbors-- the ones with the pool parties and mowed lawn-- but now I am leery of them as well. It's far too easy to picture them doing all kinds of really demented sexual stuff while putting on a good front around town. Just makes me want to go live in a cave very far away from anyone and anywhere.
sapphoq reviews says: If you object to sexual topics or cursing, then don't read this book. But if you are able to deal with f-bombs and weird things you've never thought about, then The Anti-Therapist is a winner. It helps if you've read enough John Douglas or have a decent background in anything related to true crime or perps and how they pick their targets. Keaton Albertson is a winner of a writer. I'm looking forward to reading more of his books. Highly recommended.