Study Begins into Violence Against People with Mental Health Issues

I got involved after being threatened with forced injection ‘needle rape’ at a UHS facility. and there was the assault of my ‘girlfriend’ in the place by staff for ‘defiance’.

They seem to back off when you remind them that you may see them outside after your stay.

It was a nightmare that place, insult to injury salt on a wound. A money machine from hell that is UHS.

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Costa also discussed the violence that occurs in psychiatric facilities. “Is ‘more training’ the best response? Why is this the most often sought narrative and remedy for intervention?

Maybe because pharma front groups do the ‘training’ ?

That has to be it.

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RE: Do we need something else?

Jails and prisons the video record when they do violent stuff like cell extractions.

The same methods of recording should be used when staff uses force against a ‘patient’ at a ‘hospital’ instead of some sloppy notes and clinical words used now if they even write it down at all.

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Go after restraint protocol.

I was institutionalized against my will, which isn’t the problem, and medicated against my will, which isn’t a problem either; they’re the reasons I’m alive today and living in wellbeing on two great medications, for the last 10 years.

However a sinister and cruel nightmare began within an hour of my entry into the locked unit. I was very agitated as was a familiar pattern of the bipolar I was diagnosed with when I was 44 years old. I was watching Oprah on TV and, in an empty room!, I turned up the volume in order to hear it properly. One of the male assistants turned it down, without explanation or good cause. I then turned it back up. This went on several times more. Each time I became further and further angry, agitated and aggressive.

Then he grabbed me by the arm and paraded me back and forth in front of a room with a sinister looking low-to-the ground hard double bed size surface in the middle of the room. It had an alarming looking metal strap on each corner, to secure one’s wrists and ankles. I was absolutely terrified. It seemed to me that he wanted to torture me with this restraint. But I was too far into anger and agitation to get out of it, myself. Still he kept parading me back and forth in a threatening way, insisting I calm down. I couldn’t, because of what he had done to incite me and then threaten me. I could not get out of my anger. And he knew it.

Instead of sitting and talking with me, gently assuring me I was going to be okay and that I could watch TV at a level I could hear it, he then called two women to join him in forcing me face down on this platform, and yanking my arms and legs spread eagle where he strapped me in with heavy leather straps. I cannot begin to tell you how terrifying this was, to be restrained this way. Then he threatened me that if I didn’t calm down I would remain there until I did. Then his two cohort nurses injected with a high dose of Haldol, closed the door and left me to suffer alone. I fell asleep. Later he came in an in a condescending manner told me he would release of one the restraints if I behaved myself. And the succeeding ones, one by one if I continued to cooperate. I was putty in his hands. He broke my spirit. I have never been the same after this evil, wicked assault. He derived pleasure from doing this to me, which makes it truly wicked.

I had been in another locked unit where I was given an injection of Haldol for agitation, however I was left in a room on a reclining bed that had no restraints, whose door was left open, reducing fear and anxiety. It worked. I relaxed under the influence of Haldol and was able to move past the agitation.

But this other hospital took an altogether hostile, punishing, subjugating approach to me. Again, if had simply talked with me and explained that he could give me something to make me less agitated, and that I was welcome to watch Oprah, I would have complied. I could have received the Haldol and slept right there on the couch in the living room. I would have woken refreshed.

He was one sinister, evil man. I felt it; I knew it. I sensed it. It is obvious by the things he did. His two nurses went right along with him. He was not a nurse, but he orchestrated the event.

Restraining is fraught with problems for patients. We don’t always recover. I haven’t. It wasn’t necessary. This man took perverse pleasure in what he did to me. It was torture and I knew it, but I couldn’t do anything to avoid it. He had inflamed me, on purpose, and then he got off restraining me and abusing his power to subjugate.

The solution was not to educate this man as to proper restraint procedure, it was to identify his dark side and fire him, and to not have hired him in the first place. You must discover effective testing for potential hospital aids for personality disorders, particular sinister traits , and indicators of an abusive disposition.

Plain and simple? He and his nurses tortured me. They agitated me into a state of anger than I cold not get out of, then punished me for it in one of the most spirit-killing procedures known.

Go after the restraint issue! Look for the dark side of the human soul. Discover testing that will reveal this in potential mental hospital staff.

I was the object of this very wickedness. It was a hard next 6 years looking for medications that would work. It was made even more difficult because I was doing so as a wounded soul.

I was the object of more than hatred, but sinister, evil, wicked perverse pleasure in torturing me. Yes, psychiatric institutions torture.

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The second arena in which I was the object of violence was when I was living on my own and very ill. I had lost all my boundaries. I didn’t know to say ‘no’ to threatening individuals — all men. I was vulnerable and defenseless. It was as though I wore a neon sigh announcing, “I’m defenseless. Abuse me.” And men did.

I was raped numerous times, subjected to bizarre sexual behavior, taken by a con artist for $4,000 and then physically assaulted when I finally was able to say ‘no more.’ He threw me onto the ground, dragged me around by my feet then left the room. I thought he had broken my back.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of the 6 years of looking for medications that would work.

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Sexual abusers, and abusers of all types found their way to me when I was ill. There are far more perpetrators in our society than I EVER imagined. It seemed that every time I turned around, one of them got ahold of me and acted out his perverse behavior and fantasies. Mentally ill women, in particular, are subject to this type of societal abuse. We are extremely vulnerable and very often, defenseless.

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Personally, I never had a problem being “excluded from our neighborhoods, restaurants, shopping malls, or events.” I only had a problems with bigotry and violence by medical professionals (and their alleged child abuser friends). And according these medical professionals’ medical records, their goal was apparently to proactively prevent possible legal action due to a “bad fix” on a broken bone, a “Foul up” with some drugs (not initially prescribed for mental health issues), and the medical evidence of the sexual abuse of my child, that had not been reported to DCFS as is legally required.

I was defamed with all three of the “major mental illnesses” (but not to my face, just in my medical records) within three weeks of seeking assistance due to the common and serious ADRs and withdrawal effects of the drugs these doctors had given me. I ended up being poisoned with various groups of six drugs, all of which had major drug interaction warnings with each other according to drugs.com. What ultimately ended up being called “bipolar” by these doctors, was likely anticholinergic intoxication poisoning, according to my medical research.

Thankfully, decent but disgusted nurses finally realized what was going on, handed over my medical records, and told me to find a new PCP. Another nurse I knew from my neighborhood called me out of the blue and told me the nurses in our neighborhood are disgusted by some of the doctors. I read the medical records, which were filled with misinformation from the alleged child abusers, so I knew enough to get away from the psychiatrist who’d been poisoning me. I went to another doctor, who refused to medically explain the poisoning, or properly report the medical evidence of the child abuse. After this doctor had weaned me off the last drug I was taking, he ended up refusing to treat my family and recommended we switch both doctors and medical insurance groups, so we did.

At this point, I of course knew not to pass my child and my medical histories on to our next doctor, and started researching medicine myself. One of the nurses was kind enough to follow my family from the first PCP, to both subsequent PCPs, and she did try to protect my children and I. I did end up suffering from a drug withdrawal induced super sensitivity “manic psychosis,” of sorts. This resulted in a sleep / walking talking issue one night. I was dragged out of my own bed in the middle of the night by five paramedics, as the sixth paramedic told the other five that what they were doing was illegal because I was neither a danger to myself, nor anyone else. I had agreed to just go back to sleep. They took me to our local hospital, which was no longer covered by our new insurance group.

This hospital inexplicably put me on a hypnotic drug, Etomidate, and medically unnecessarily shipped me, not to the closest hospital covered by my new insurance, but to a doctor named V R Kuchipudi. According to the medical records, he admitted me with a nonexistent “chronic airway obstruction.” When this “airway obstruction” did not result in the “brain death” of this kind former “organ donor,” it seemingly magically turned into “bipolar.” No HIPPA forms had been signed by me, but the medical records I eventually picked up showed the admission documents had forged signatures on them.

This 135 lb pacifist was then terrified of rape as six giant men strapped me to a bed and pumped me full of nine different drugs. I was “snowed” (drugged until only the whites of the eyes show) for ten days. I was finally let out of the hospital, against the wishes of the psychiatrist who had been grotesquely miss-medicating me, because my health insurance company refused to pay for lifetime incarnation. V R Kuchipudi was arrested seven years later by the FBI for having lots of patients medically unnecessarily shipped to him, “snowing” patients, and performing unneeded tracheotomies for profit (google his name).

Personally I believe that hypocritically poisoning people with major drug interaction laden cocktails and the mental and physical torture I experienced at the hospital, all to cover up prior easily recognized iatrogenesis and medical evidence of child abuse, by doctors was extremely violent behavior. The terrorization of me in the hospital was the absolute most appalling experience of my life, hands down. However, this is all claimed to be “appropriate medical care” in the US today.

It strikes me the too lucrative nature of today’s medical industry has resulted in attracting psychopaths into the medical field, so we now need to take away the power of doctors to force and coerce toxic treatments onto patients for their own personal financial motives.

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The mental health field was my profession until I had a bleed in my brain. I think became a consumer. I have gotten an education book wise in college regarding mental health issues, then by working with “clients” as a working professional, and finally as a consumer. I now identify myself as an ex-consumer, psychiatric survivor and am passionate about doing civil dialogue around the abuse and injustice happening in the mental health and even health care field.
I looked at the website for the Ontario mental health and addiction hospital and thinking back on conversations I sat in when working my first thought was that this is a business and I don’t trust it.
In History right now we are over diagnosing people (bipolar for one) and over medicating. As a people we are marketing illness and selling drugs -making are neighbors sick so we can have jobs. Until we are honest about the fact that we are doing this (grieving in the DSMR5 is now a mental illness) and examine other areas that is happening in health and healing arts true healing will never take place. I like what the bible said about that we could either serve God or mammon (money)

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They should start with the psychiatrists and nurses, especially in locked wards…

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