The Continued Abuse in Psychiatry

 

At the end of the day,  does my opinion really matter?  Does yours?   If I elect not have to a procedure,  especially like ECT,  are our rights suborned?   Why should we ‘appreciate’ ‘consent’ to an ‘opinion’?  That ‘appreciation’ is nothing more than ‘coercion’.   It is falderol.

But since we cannot ‘appreciate’ the boogey-man in a 2,000 dollar suit,  we can appreciate the temerity of these bubble-butt assclowns.     It kind of like the Unknown Comic.  You know there is a real person  (problem)behind the mask.  Only in this instance, we ‘got’ the comedy.   In the real sense we don’t see his face,  but we pretend that we do.

Mental health is a joke.   Outside/inside the stigmata persists.  Crazy people who act crazy.  Say it’s not so!!!   But stick in our butt,  a chemical restraint.  Followed by a caring goon with a tooth-pick, in his teeth and the jeering and condescending leers.

Outside the institutions,  the bricks are well-kempt,  while inside the tears of a hundred years-polemically disagree.  Rights are taken and given.  Point systems in a waxing and waning tennis match.  There is no ‘Love’,  there is no acquiecence,  but a caged-tiger existing temporally in a world of locks and conditional progresses.

You see innocence corrupted.    You see criminality and insanity as one.  The half-way houses are half corrupted.  Conditional releases, as they say,  “come back soon they say”.

I want my shoes!  Now!   The gates repress and pro-long.  They are constant reminders of the loss of dignity,   while dungeon dignitaries remain,  free.

Consent?  Huh?  a mole can dig a hole.  It can undermine the language into a skrit

Anoka Mental Hospital,  circa 2016

The state’s second-largest mental hospital put vulnerable patients in danger by violating basic procedures designed to ensure individualized treatment and safe medical care, according to a federal review.

As a result, Anoka-Metro Regional Treatment Center put its crucial federal funding at risk.    

http://www.startribune.com/anoka-state-mental-hospital-violated-basic-rules-for-patient-care-feds-say/365551291/

Young patients are denigrated as they stand before Peter Pan with a needle in their handsto keep the patients at bay.  They graduate to crayons and see the suicidal faint and fade away.

https://www.buzzfeed.com/emilydugan/these-vulnerable-women-were-illegally-strip-searched-in-a?utm_term=.flRv9bb8kz#.fxjJY44Dnk

Isolation,  seclusion,  medications and intimidation ARE used as punishments!  These are the default positions of staff.   These are the binds that blind us.

[ and there are regulations and laws that supercede this.  The Patient Bill of Rights that  are in place for protection.  These ARE rights!  Not a template,  not a suggestion but law.

“We’re never so vulnerable than when we trust someone – but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy.” – Walter Anderson

And these protections do not end there.  Point systems used by staff or Hospital therapy are inherently wrong, enabling abuse by staff.    The patient in many cases is unable to contact family or friends and that  is also in the Patient Bill of Rights.

https://www.statnews.com/2016/04/06/shock-therapy-restrictions/

Shock Therapy?  It is safe?  Or are the sedatives not remembering the pain that they assist in.  Don’t do it!  Do not enable,  do not capitulate.  Together we can try to 40d7c599ea8f74f714c83eef1250872c.jpgalleviate the decent souls,  held in and by a cabal of goblins.

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Have you Ever?

Dangled your feet?  High in the fountains on the precipice.  Have you ever walked down a gravelly hill,  with some self-doubt?   Do you enjoy the rigeur,  the strenuous back-drop, in a free falling dream?

In your dreams, what age are you?  Are you waiting for someone?  Has he or she fulfilled a blind spot? Do you just settle for diamonds or man-made stones?   Do you have the desire of a princeor princess?  How often do you get so close,  that you feel like life is not a listless valley?

 

Do we soar, do we see the crags and stoney abutments?  Do we wish that we have a cozy cave to protect our claim?   Do our summits outweigh our tragedies?  Can we withstand a flow of lava?

Can we rescue our fulfillments over a cup of tea?  Do we see in totality or do we accept our altogether,  a strong foothold?

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“My first impulse is always to behave, about everything, as if I feared complications. But I don’t fear them— I really like them. They’re quite my element.”
Henry James, The Golden Bowl                                                                                                   

A new paradigm. Facism. Not Conservatives

I am very shocked and disappointed.  I am sick of the media.  And I am sick of those who blindly follow, news  media,(both parties) You almost had a crisis of unimaginable proportions.     Hillary is evil.  Nasty to the military and I know this for a fact.  You see,  I was at Ramstein, AFB from 1981-1984.  The ColdWar!   And guess what?  I was a SSgt there,  a weather forecaster with Det. 2, 31st Weather Squadron.  Before that stationed at LRAFB, where she was cruel, to we in the military.   74-81. For us that served and spat upon. That was not an allegation…

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We were part of NATO.  You could hear sorties being thrust through the air.  We had F-4s with the 86th Tactical Fighter Wing.   The 512th and 526th Squadrons.  We routinely had Chemical Weapons Drills.  There was,  a very real chance of armageddon.  Of course NATO and the United States Armed Forces in Europe (USAFE) are not blameless and were part of the problem, as was the Soviet Union and their coalition of dictators, who has fall-out  destroying a whole city! And worse, the sides effects of radiation illnesses.

The very first day at Ramstein,  the Bader-Meinhof gang blew up a portion of the NATO HQ there. I was told Ramstein was on lock down!  Then General Dozier was nearly killed as a bomb exploded, on a railroad track as his staff car was armor-plated was crossing!

But a flaccid Defense is not an option.  The tiger has escaped and the Giant Asian Hornet is beginning to migrate to Europe.  The Asian hornet is the 747 of stinging venom.  And the hornet is not a metaphor.  Thirty of those monsters can kill an entire nest of honey bees Roughly 30,000 honey bees!!  And can kill you in 15 minutes.   Like the Tiger and the hornets,  we have our hands full.

My point is,  if we do not brace ourselves,  our borders and our Allies,  spoiled baby-man of Korea Kim Jil Yung will send us a batch of radiation and that is just North Korea!  Iran is now armed to the teeth.  Thanks Obama!!!

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I was stationed at this base,  when we had (United States) 30,000 Nukes and making it worse, Russian had 50,000!   Our aircraft were buzzed by East German MIGS!  We had T-37 pilots cussing out the enemy!   The A-10s were stationed a few miles down the road.

Both nations should be ashamed!   The sheer numbers of warheads, is one reason that the proliferation is spreading around the entire world so fast.

It is NOT about fariness.  In fact,  fairness is a dangerous concept, when this fairness is a snare.  When snarky reporters do more harm than good.   When politics is the end-game. When German Mayors downplay rapes and sexual harrasment to young girls.  When these same politicians tell native Germans to find a new path to their schools.

 

When illegal aliens get preferential to citizenship,  while Asians and others have to undergo all sorts of scrutiny.  I saw one Syrian refugee ( a woman),  who was appreciative of the host nation.   She has inclination to hurt anyone.  I would give my own life,  for an innocent  such as her.

Those minions who hurt defenseless people,  I would not.   My parents taught to respect all people.  I will not let them point a gun at me.  I can sho0t a rifle, if need be.

I want us all (The World) to start fixing housing,  the homeless and those needing medical care.  We need to start to occupying abandoned housing by cleaning those bases.

We need teeter todders over chemicals.  We need hope for a mental dichotomy and compassion for those who were let out to find a home under an underpass.

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I have had two friends die,  one from ALS,  the other,  a rare form of Leukemia.  Is that  right,  when some of this is caused by radiation and chemicals!   I wish they were here today.  SMSgt Floyd Parton had the ALS.  Lucky for me,  I could talk to him before he died.  A deep sadness of mine,  who was gentle, kind and compassionate.  Bless you with tears in my eyes,  even as I type here.

We MUST start acting like adults.  We need to ban crude clitoral cutting in Africa which is in any case,  misogyny. We need to protect women from rape and the incidental reliving of rapes and ALL FORMS OF ABUSE.

So much to do,  kisses not rapes,  more prosecution of miscreants who don ski caps and women who  don the stigma of abuse.  Reeling and will continue to do so.  Ma`ny suffering mental abuse afterwards,  and not saying that they made a MISTAKE!!!

Let’s be sure we are the helping hand.  Not to terrorists,  but those who want together rebuild new bridges,  Metaphorically-speaking and literally too!  Please!

Meteorologist Mike Scott.

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My cousin who died at 22. More than an athlete he was a good guy. RIP Joel.

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Flittering by. A Discourse.

There I was, lying in a ditch.   The circumference of my head,  was enough to make egress impossible.  I was however, unwilling and quite recalcitrant.  My head also fought with frantic madness.  My Galaxy expanded,  my Manic phases were of the ‘Hyper Kind”.

But overall vigilance became larger and with that,  more space to fill.  Some began to wonder about my madness.   My existential clutters being excised, but to no avail.

Remember,  some of the kids have died since these this song came out.  A friend lost two kids eight and nine years old, with in one year.  Both cancer.   The girl,  who was nine years old, was telling a girl that this nine-year was picking out her ‘funeral dress (hers)’.  This was a crushing loss.

 

Almost too much.  As our own baby passed away,  it compelled me to help alleviate suffering, as much as I ca    From charity event,  to prayers of encouragement and your donations.

We set up a wish for the kids.   There are the tired and suffering families,  who carry the anchors of melancholy.   We pass by way too quickly and the for the innocents who some have forgotten.   Lets not forget the wounded and lost families.  I lost a newborn,  who was only a couple of weeks old.   The baby was the size of my hand.  About 16oz.   The loss of David,  and the kidnapping of my daughter,  can only make one stronger.  Some say “how”It is also something to thank God for.

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These biting nightmares can manifest itself in miracles.  To see the faces of jaded lives is to see something that can at least,  make a child’s face and those of the parents smile.  Watching your dreams fade, is only a start.

My own Bi-Polar stuff and Epilepsy makes it hard to type, but I would gladly give my  life to the lives of my children.   Not even a second thought, with no regrets.

The sickness comes and goes.  The aura of my perceptions,  are as maddening as the seizures.   To the professionals in white, there was an unknown etiology.  So seizures became abstract, with my foot fast, on the pedal.   One foot became jealous.  The jerking of limbs, who some thought stress,  others Epilepsy.   But I know for a fact,  that these particles are obscure and these issues, so-to-speak,  hung around  like the  rings of Saturn.

As I found a weak spot,  on that surface as cold as  winter  ice,  tiny fractures become splintered.   Like slow-motion eddies on an icy plane.   I ran frantically,  from pole to pole, hearing wicked refrains and blessings in harps.

I took a shying twig and watered it.   An evolution of a kind.  A proximal gestation,  already born.  The sickness in the minds of man,  new manacles,  prostrate and sneaky.  I took a glance at the lights from the North.   Far below the icy Temples,  the deep blue seas and lights redux,  came the billowing spray.

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My exigencies became clear.  The icy-fog relented,  the potent oceans quelled.  A tiny yellow bird,  looked around expectantly,  locking eyes with me.   In a dance of reluctant stars, a new bird was softly touching down.  With it’s muse-like appearance,  it become a willing blue.  Effervescing glows on those winged warriors,  find and preparing safe places,  among the dingy snow.

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Feeling Like a Rock!

I am feeling like an avalanche coming.    The smallest tremor to set me off.  Don’t get me wrong,  I am not considering any self-harm, to me or to others.  The shadows are coming again,  slowly,  but steadily.  One or two  of these are in ‘living color’.  Shadows of doubt,  panic attacks, like a Tsunami.   I hear the roar,  waters that creep and fill me,  with pains of high and Low Tides.

I have thought of my new name.  Do you like it? It was pretty racist to behold.  I have shanks of poetry,  misplaced grammar and enough hubris to weigh me down.  But rather I wish to find a copper coin.  I wish to elucidate,  on a lily pad called destiny.  I want to pick away the burrs.  To the Longfellow chaps.   I want to find a nuance and let it work for all of us.  Not a twenty and definitely not a line for ghouls.  I want to make mince meat into pies.  Not lines of craters nor lines of white.  I wish to find… and destroy it.  I wish for them to grow.  Not in some rusty hole.  I pray that these come to pass.

It is the dawn of anxiety,  I see my head floating downstream.  Portable Sinkholes,  elaborating,  roiling downward,  and making life ‘like a buoy’, a respite from the darkest downs.

A song, a note,   reveries with plumb lines,  like spider webs twisted.  Sometimes the emotions are overwrought, with their own insanity, glossed over but not forgotten.  Let us play harpsichords and twing a violin.  Let’s stop the wrong kind of thing.  Planting history with falling leaves.

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