Thank you for sharing your story. I , too, have nothing good to say about psychiatry. It’s not only stay-at-home moms that are treated inhumanely by psychiatry. I spent 16 years in and out of hospitasl with a change in diagnosis almost every time – whatever was being written about in the journals at the time. And some things were so off the wall that their actions made no sense at all! And they only caused more trauma!
i had an article published in Mad in America a few months ago. After that I decided to publish my book through Amazon, notes I had been taking for 15 years about my experiences with the mental health profession. “August 20, 1985: The Day My Psychotic Episodes Ended.” That day I became free.
I’m an 83-year old woman still trying to get the word out that “mental illness” doesn’t have to be a life sentence. Sometimes it’s a healing experience in spite of orthodox psychiatry.
May you find peace.
Though much of your story sounds familiar, I think you had it a lot worse than me. I must comment on a phrase you used “friend prostitute.” When I was going to Day treatment we had many discussions, different groups, different people, different situations. It was before they got it “organized” so you didn’t have free time to have discussions freely. Once I told the director, who happened to also be my therapist, that sometimes I felt like he was in a position of prostitution – I was having to pay for a service that I should have had in my normal life but didn’t. Someone to talk to, a friend that accepted me unconditionally. This is the first time I’ve seen someone else feel that.
I hope for you. I wish for you. It’s a heavy load. For years I’ve wondered where the feelings from the heart go. They seem sometimes to be like waves going out from my heart. I don’t know where you are but I don’t think my heart has to know that. It just sends love. Hazel Gay
Thank you for sharing your story. I , too, have nothing good to say about psychiatry. It’s not only stay-at-home moms that are treated inhumanely by psychiatry. I spent 16 years in and out of hospitasl with a change in diagnosis almost every time – whatever was being written about in the journals at the time. And some things were so off the wall that their actions made no sense at all! And they only caused more trauma!
i had an article published in Mad in America a few months ago. After that I decided to publish my book through Amazon, notes I had been taking for 15 years about my experiences with the mental health profession. “August 20, 1985: The Day My Psychotic Episodes Ended.” That day I became free.
I’m an 83-year old woman still trying to get the word out that “mental illness” doesn’t have to be a life sentence. Sometimes it’s a healing experience in spite of orthodox psychiatry.
May you find peace.
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Your comments were so very touchingl You got it! Thank you.
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Though much of your story sounds familiar, I think you had it a lot worse than me. I must comment on a phrase you used “friend prostitute.” When I was going to Day treatment we had many discussions, different groups, different people, different situations. It was before they got it “organized” so you didn’t have free time to have discussions freely. Once I told the director, who happened to also be my therapist, that sometimes I felt like he was in a position of prostitution – I was having to pay for a service that I should have had in my normal life but didn’t. Someone to talk to, a friend that accepted me unconditionally. This is the first time I’ve seen someone else feel that.
I hope for you. I wish for you. It’s a heavy load. For years I’ve wondered where the feelings from the heart go. They seem sometimes to be like waves going out from my heart. I don’t know where you are but I don’t think my heart has to know that. It just sends love. Hazel Gay
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Thank you so much for your feedback. It lets me know that all is not in vain. Hazel
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Thank you so much. This is my first published article so it’s really nice to get some feedback.Hazel
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