I'm no professional, but isn't the origin of drama - the theatre, even - sacred play?
In Ancient Greece and before, drama was used to connect the people to the stories of the Gods, to teach and instruct about religion. Later, it was used to connect people to the emotions of common stories, to teach and instruct about morals and social structures. In tribal cultures worldwide, masks of the gods were worn at sacred celebrations around the fire to frighten, to induce awe and respect, to enforce the code of the tribe. The drama masks are not fake; they are the beginnings of archetypes.
Behind the drama mask, it was safe to "act out" anything. The entire spectrum of emotions were sacredly expressed on the stage. For entertainment, surely, but for instruction as well.
I appreciate, Tilly, your protection of the abused women and children behind the hammer of "dramatic acting out." I believe, as I think you do, that these traumatised souls need to be given voices, not told to "shut up" and "play nice."
Children, when they play, try on different roles. Mommy, daddy, shopkeeper, teacher, pilot, policeman, fireman, invading alien, soldier, princess. This play - while less common now because of internet and media exposure - was for learning.
As a survival mechanism, on a very basic level, the abused wife must wear her "Mom mask" around her children, even when she is crying inside at what is happening to her, to her life. A traumatized child wears the "school mask," the "pleaser masks," or the "bully mask," the "sick mask," or any number of roles, in order to cope and survive. This drama, as MeiMei said it, helps them "act out" their feelings - whether to get attention, or to process the difficulty of what has happened / is happening to them. Many of these attention grabbing patterns last into adulthood, as survival mechanisms.
As we become adults, we have learned to gather those around us who best support our image of ourselves. Sometimes we come to identify with the masks, “this is who I am,” unable to recognize that it is merely a mechanism to survive the pain and fear inflicted upon me.
CERTAINLY, it is not the role of a site such as this to analyze, or even help people with their survival mechanisms. But it is the role of this site to keep a safe space while people come off their drugs, and learn or re-learn how to cope in the world without them.
Most of us here are very sensitive, and some of us are extremely impressionable, and many of us are young. I don't know what dramas / movies / plays most clearly represent the aims of the site. But let's just say it's the Wizard of Oz, and we all just want to get back home to Kansas.
When some people start collecting Jason Halloween masks, and dwelling on the pain and the horror and scaring each other, it may serve a certain self-identity, and even be an attempt at survival. But it is disruptive to the other various journeys that people are taking, and it can be damaging to the safe place Alto has created here.
ABSOLUTELY, the Wicked Witch and the Flying Monkeys are a very real and frightening part of the Yellow Brick Road experience. SURELY, we need to talk about them (and those darned poppies!). We need to learn how to deal with them, how to face them, how and when to expect the horrors of what happens in withdrawal as well as on the drugs.
But I see the focus on the horrors - the Exorcist, Halloween, the Creature Features - as strong, pulling distractions from the Yellow Brick Road, and damage the safety that has been created here. This is where professional help is needed, to help these people find a brighter, better way of surviving their pain, their fear, their anger. This is where we, as SA mods encourage people to get local help, to make local face-to-face contact with healers, counselors, friends, family, and support groups. Surely, we try and tell them - the Yellow Brick Road is over here! and encourage them to come back from their field of horror and pain - but there's only so much we can do.
In my own story, I used to have to create dramas in order to learn. We called that "learning the hard way." And some people need that - especially at certain times in their lives. But I also learned (the hard way) that the dramas I created hurt other people, damaged relationships, and were self-destructive - not self-serving at all! It felt like it at the time - to try on that drama mask, to be the "pretty one," the "exciting one," the "wild one," the "powerful one," any number of dramatic roles I've played in exploring my humanity. And like so many humans, I gathered those around me who could buy into the masks, feed this dramatic self-identity. (Though I clearly remember one friend – a true friend – who told me, “But this is all so – dramatic!”) After looking at the ruins of my life and the damage to the lives around me - it didn't feel so good. Eventually, I learned that life throws us enough drama without stirring it up.
So I suggest that it's not even the drama which is being protested here - because there are natural dramas which will play out in the course of living. But the stirring it up - the pounding of the drum on the community, of threats and pain and misery - becomes wearing, eroding, and eventually damaging to the community at large.