It’s been one year since I had a healing homebirth for my first child. I was treated with dignity throughout my entire pregnancy. Throughout my pregnancy and labor, I felt power (ful) and not power (less), (em)powered and not (dis)empowered. As a survivor of psychiatric violence which compounded on years of abuse in my childhood and adolescence, I couldn’t help but see how disparallel these experiences were.
My midwives advocated for me whenever I had to encounter other professionals, asked for my consent always, gave me options, respected my choices, and also informed me of what each option meant and consisted of. I had the privilege of interviewing them before choosing to work with them. My partner was there during almost all my appointments with both midwifes and doula, they ensured that he was included, informed, and empowered as well. They also challenged me in caring ways and did not shy away from “big feelings.”
I was fearful when I was filling out my health forms after we’d agreed to work together. They asked about mental health history. “Should I lie or should I be honest?” I asked myself. I decided to be honest and was expecting them to reject me as a client thinking someone with such a highly-stigmatized history and visible scars would deem me unfit to birth at home. I was thinking of all the stereotypes assigned to the labels I have received: “dramaqueen, psycho, dangerous, non-compliant, unstable.” I also called one of my midwives and told her; she basically told me this was not a problem at all, which was a relief.
Then it was time to get my blood drawn, which would expose my scars to them. Often this means there will be medical gaslighting, a shift in how I’m treated, usually characterized by ignoring my pain and symptoms. In turn, my midwife Kateryn said, in a comforting tone “Self-harm scars are like any other scars.” This reassured me that we would be respected and heard.
Homebirth did not seem scary to me at all, but being in a hospital setting seemed terrifying. Whenever I find myself in medical scenarios, I try to cover my scars around colleagues and medical professionals, and get tense when I realize someone has seen them. In an emergency room after having been beaten by an ex-partner and attempting suicide, I was told by the doctors “You probably did that to yourself.” As I told them I had not, they said, while looking at my forearm, “Well, you did those didn’t you.” The response by the police when I wanted to file charges was to tell me, “You probably like getting hit right?” I was then told that I had to voluntarily go to the psychiatric hospital or be forcefully taken there since I had attempted suicide. As I repeatedly told the professionals there what happened, I was ignored and threatened with long-term psychiatric incarceration.
My prognosis became more catastrophic than before: I would have no future, no children, no healthy long-term relationships, and would relapse and have mood changes repeatedly. On another occasion I was also needlessly restrained in an emergency room: “Well, you have a history of mental illness so that is the protocol.” I was there because of chest pain.
These experiences have cultivated a lack of trust in medical professionals. Sometimes my self-inflicted wounds would have ideally needed suturing but the thought of being humiliated, asked to justify them time and time again, and threatened with psychiatric incarceration felt much worse.
Clinical psychologists are often assumed to not have lived experiences of psychic distress, especially of highly stigmatized forms of distress such as self-harming behaviors or psychosis. Being in the field as an infiltrator, I have been able to see behind the scenes, to see the ways in which professionals speak of the people they are working with as so-called “patients.”
I repeat this often, but being in the field of clinical psychology as someone who has been subjected to multilevel layers of harm is not easy. It is often enraging, isolating, and saddening. Being a trainee is difficult; you are basically expected to keep your head down and demonstrate openness towards learning without challenging those in authority positions. Finding support is nerve-wracking, as you know of the stigma that exists and witness it on a daily basis.
The behind-the-scenes view is eye-opening as you witness providers who seemingly assume no one around them has had lived experiences of psychic distress speak about—sometimes brag about—and teach others to treat those with lived experiences in disparaging ways. They boast about maligning, punishing, and generally dehumanizing us. I have witnessed this at every level of my training and in other professional settings.
An emergency doctor once told me about a patient who came in with a broken jaw, and how they immediately restrained him because he had a history of psychosis. She told me about how the patient asked to not be restrained but they had to restrain him, because even though he did not report any current symptoms of psychosis he was possibly still dangerous. I asked her to explain how he was dangerous and she said, “Well, because he can snap; that’s what schizophrenics do.”
Individuals such as myself, who are assigned a borderline personality disorder diagnosis, often experience their entire identity being reduced to that label, and everything around them revolves around that label, effectively symptomizing every aspect of their being. Clinicians, including myself, are often instructed to “withhold warmth,” be tough, be cold, direct, and dry; “Don’t let them get to you, they will test you and your boundaries.”
As someone who has both experienced the disparaging behind-the-scenes and the firsthand dehumanization, punishments, indignities and put-downs of having lived experience of psychic distress, homebirth felt extremely safe to me. The entire process was a reflection of how the mental health system should work. It was the ability to work with someone you feel comfortable with, who really listens to your subjective experiences and provides informed person-centered care while respecting your agency, your decisions and adapting to that.
The day of the big event came along, and I have never felt safer. If I would have needed to transfer, it would have been with them and our doula as advocates, supporting us in every step of the way, and most importantly, it would have been an informed decision, my decision. The pain of laboring seemed very easy compared to the pain of violations to my bodily autonomy and my rights, and those of the child I birthed.
The exertion of power was scarier. Just as the carceral industrial mental health system has been normalized, so has birthing within the medical industrial system. The contractions and pain of childbirth were temporary but the potential psychic wounds would take years to heal from. This is often underestimated by individuals, handing themselves off to the so called-experts, sort of kept ignorant to the fact that expertise includes them as well. Individuals associate homebirth with the chance of risk, often ignoring that birthing within the medical system is not without risk.
I reflect back on my birth often, thinking of how we were held by our birth team. Those we wanted present were almost all there, including our pets. I gave birth on my side of my bed in the position I felt more comfortable in, gently guided by our birth team. I laid there in scents, sounds, and spaces which were familiar. I moaned and roared, without anyone telling me to lower my voice or telling me to be completely quiet.
They gently guided me to change positions, kept me fed and hydrated throughout, took me to the bathroom, showered me, and then cleaned the house and prepared our room for our first few days with a newborn. Words of encouragement empowered me throughout; they asked me at all times for consent and communicated openly with me. They patiently waited for me to be ready.
I said no and it was a no that was heard and respected. I said stop that and it stopped; sometimes they would explain the why and a no would shift to yes. I wanted to be naked and I was naked, nobody was forcing me to be in xyz clothing or position. After the alumbramiento (the birth), our doula had brought me chocolates, my mom had cooked a vegan sancocho and we were there in our bed with our new baby. The birth assistant checked our baby with love and care while talking to her, narrating what she was doing to both her and us. Further, treating our baby as a little human with her own needs and wants. We took bets on how much she weighed. It was blissful. I felt like some semblance of my dignity was returned to me by my birth experience. I felt deeply empowered and respected.
All in all, birthing outside of the system with the birth team I had felt like an analogy for the mental health system we should have. This means one where subjective realities and desires are elevated, and flexible shifts are possible. Where intense feelings take place undisturbed in a space of holding while safely containing, and gently accompanying.
Shoutout to my midwives Kateryn, Kimm, and midwife-to-be Jenny Rebecca from Heartscience midwifery in New York City, and my doula Elizabeth Guerra, matron of Seamarron Farm in Danbury, Connecticut.
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The Psychiatric System is and abomination, and we must eradicate it and prosecute the practitioners. And often it is preying on children and enabling child abuse.
We need to stop debating and to start acting.
“you witness providers who seemingly assume no one around them has had lived experiences of psychic distress speak about—sometimes brag about—and teach others to treat those with lived experiences in disparaging ways. They boast about maligning, punishing, and generally dehumanizing us. I have witnessed this at every level of my training and in other professional settings.”
Thank you for confessing to the fact that this ungodly disrespect of clients is a systemic problem amongst the psychological and psychiatric industries. I could not have been more appalled at my psychologists and psychiatrists – who’d gotten all their misinformation about me from child abusers, I learned, once my medical records had been handed over – and in the end, they literally declared my entire life to be “a credible fictional story.”
So, yes, this is a systemic problem.
But enjoy raising your child, Laura. It goes so fast, but raising one’s children is such a wonderful experience. No doubt my love for my children helped save me from the ungodly disrespect, lies, and torture of my former, scientific fraud based, “mental health professionals.” God bless.
i.) “An emergency doctor once told me about a patient who came in with a broken jaw, and how they immediately restrained him because he had a history of psychosis. She told me about how the patient asked to not be restrained but they had to restrain him, because even though he did not report any current symptoms of psychosis he was possibly still dangerous. I asked her to explain how he was dangerous and she said, ‘Well, because he can snap; that’s what schizophrenics do.’
ii.) Individuals such as myself, who are assigned a borderline personality disorder diagnosis, often experience their entire identity being reduced to that label, and everything around them revolves around that label, effectively symptomizing every aspect of their being. Clinicians, including myself, are often instructed to ‘withhold warmth,’ be tough, be cold, direct, and dry; ‘Don’t let them get to you, they will test you and your boundaries.’ “
Laura Aybar, I remember you from your first article “On Being Forced Out in the Clinical Psychology Field”. I remember how some of your colleagues treated you once they found out about the categorisation of “Borderline Personality Disorder” applied to you.
These two other examples of the emergency doctor and how they teach you to behave in clinical psychology courses is telling. That emergency doctor may have had whatever experiences she may have had, but from the standpoint of the patient who already experienced psychosis and may be afraid of doctors because of how they will treat him once they find out his diagnosis, having his worst fears play out in reality is even more painful and it’s the exact kind of thing that makes patients confrontational towards doctors. That guy might never again seek medical help even if he’s about to have a heart attack. Even if he does, he might treat them with suspicion and irritation and the loop goes on.
The other thing that patients will test their limits….well, why? Why does anyone want to push your buttons and test your boundaries? Is it ALWAYS unwarranted? When people tell you your categorisations are damaging, that they do not want to be labelled at all, and you shamelessly do it anyway and then speak BS that it’s alright and it’s no different than saying someone had the flu, how do you expect people to not “push your boundaries”? You’re damaging their lives and then gaslighting them into believing you aren’t. Pushing your boundaries is very little in terms of retaliation. “They will test your boundaries” is just sometimes another way to phrase “Look, I’ve done something wrong and it may have caused you even more pain than you’re already in, and I know that in my heart. But don’t you dare actually open your mouth and say out loud what I know inside! Stay in your limits you mental patient. We did what we had to for your own good.”.
People like you inside clinical psychiatry and psychology are invaluable because it just shows all of us how nasty these fields really are. Behind all the “research” and “speeches” is just the sort of junk you’ve written about.
Individuals unfortunately end up in these professions during horrible, vulnerable moments and then face a lifetime of degradation. This degradation will obviously never be accepted as degradation by the guys doing the degrading (they could be therapists, family members or others).
registeredforthissite I agree with your whole post.
There’s not much more I can say.
Reading what MH staff actually do seriously gets my heckles up.
I’m just really angry.
They need to be completely destroyed and spend the rest of their lives being shamed for what they’ve done.
If that did ever happen thank God my father isn’t alive to realise psychiatry helped to drive my brother over the edge and into suicide at 25 years young.
It’s a shame as soon as ‘mental illness’ is uttered by a person the possibility of taking up arms against psychiatry plummets to the minus zeros.
Another route is needed and rational, reasonable minds which, tbh, I’ve found plenty of among those so called ‘diagnosed’.
‘These two other examples of the emergency doctor and how they teach you to behave in clinical psychology courses is telling.’
I am reminded of the comedian who tells of how every black joke starts……
(white guy looks left suspiciously, looks right suspiciously…. the coast is clear) There were two black guys in a Bar………..
I think such ‘hate speech’ is common, though tends to be contained within certain groups where the assumption is they are in their own company.
Being a Muslim who doesn’t necessarily look all Muslimy, I have found this common among the older generation I congregate with. The change in peoples behaviours once they find out is telling…. the ignoring, and other ‘signs’ which are obviously down to that one piece of information (which they would never admit to it being a result of, of course. I’m not a racist, Islamophobe, mysogynist, etc…… I just don’t talk to black Muslim women which is purely coincidental) Goffman wrote a book about it called Stigma; notes on the management of spoiled identity.
You can see the same sort of ‘professional snobbery’, and total disregard for anyone who has been labelled ‘patient’ here at MiA if you look close enough. Put the letters PhD M.D. after your name and your answer will be in your inbox before you have time to click ‘refresh’. Otherwise there’s a party, and your not invited.
It’s a great way of identifying the hypocrites though.
I always admired Dr Hickey who made sure he responded to anyone who took the time to post a comment. Though he didn’t tolerate fools.