You know what? If it works it works. Whether the guy who founded whatever treatment/recovery program worshipped his neigbor's rose bush, kicked cats, and secretly indulged in eating carrots backwards while chanting "I don't know but I've been told..." and marching in his back yard... it doesn't matter.
The proof is in the pudding. And any time an A says "Um, after you read this, let's see if you don't agree with me that I don't need no stinkin' treatment program" I think is a good time to reach for your revolver. Metaphorically speaking, of course.