Listen, I want Britney Spears to be happy too. She’s incredibly talented, seems nice, obviously loves her children, and has worked her ass off pretty much all of her life. And, yeah, her dad seems like a controlling asshole. Also, it has to suck to have your adolescence questioned and paraded all over the media. She was not treated with respect, to say the least. The paparazzi and press were shameless in their interference – and, well, sheer gall. Anyone might crack under that kind of pressure and scrutiny.
(Imagine if all Your teenage love starts and fits has been plastered over the tabloids. I mean, Seriously.)
But, after watching Framing Britney Spears (and to channel Carrie Bradshaw), “I couldn’t help but wonder…..” even now, are we getting the whole picture of her conservatorship?
This is not a popular take right now. And I’m not saying that Brit shouldn’t be “set free”. Honestly, it’s none of my business. But, since I am a conservator myself, I’m just saying there might be more to the story. Have we fully seen in that documentary what a conservator can do to help? To avoid disaster? To protect the conservatee? We have not.
Even Brit herself, speaking out after the documentary aired, has said “everybody has their story.”
I applied for conservatorship in 2003 when my son Ben was about to sign papers to “set himself free” from the psychiatric unit in the hospital. He was psychotic, confused, a danger to himself – but would have been released anyway because he had “rights.”
But by applying for conservatorship and right to treatment, I bought him some time – time to stabilize and to plan for discharge.