Monday, July 13, 2009

i've been told...

some say medication can control me ...I doubt it. Never has before. Unless, of course, they have come up with something intended to dumb me down flat and stiff as a board (and I see Vincent Schiavelli in the Cuckoo's Nest...wow, 1975 ...long ways back). Never have I gotten over the effect psychotrophics have on real people (after spending time as an "extern" in training at Creedmore and Ward's Island in the 60s). Of course, that was back in the day when they reasoned ECT (shock) didn't require any anesthesia inasmuch as the memory banks were wiped anyhow. Nice ...I've seen the teeth a'crackin!! I remember a guy who used to come in to change lightbulbs and other small maintenance jobs on the ward I was assigned to observe. Turns out, when he finished his day of work, he would hang his overalls in his locker and go back to his ward for the night; this guy had not been out of the hospital grounds in 54 years!! He hadn't had a visitor for over 45 years!! Although held on a 2PC (two physician certificate) which should have bought him at least a judicial review every year (over most of his stay) and in the latter years, quite a bit more frequently, he had not been "examined" by a physician for over 15 years according to his record which I had reviewed. Can we say "institutionalization?" He would never have survived had they released him...the world had passed him by. Some things are amazing. That was over 40 years ago.

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