Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Comments by Gina Fournier

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  • “And modern psychiatry is certainly mainstream. Thus, we need to recognize what we are dealing with: It’s a religion.”

    And its most like Catholicism: sexist, tied to the body, patriarchal, corrupt, duplicitous, with a man written bible.

    I have been saying the same on these comment pages for a while.

    But who listens to an old woman deemed crazy?



  • Who are you? I am a victim of criminal psychiatry in Michigan. Please consider contacting me through Mad in America.

    I know too well the uselessness of the patients rights system in Michigan.

    Jennifer Gorman covered up for the Catholics at St Mary Merciless Livonia when I was human trafficked.

    She was awarded by the Republicans as top patients rights person in the state a few years later.

    She served as the state chair person for the committee on patients rights for the state dhhs under Democrats. The current female governor appointed the dhs head who protects Jennifer Gorman, not me.

    I asked her to reopen her empty investigation as law allowed. I asked at a meeting of the committee of patients rights people. She ignored me and the committee protected her, of course.

    She resigned her position on the committee and was given a job as a patients rights person at Saline.

    Years ago, during retaliation from the powers at be, before I was jailed on bogus charges, I was ordered to report to Saline. This was after I had been locked up illegally by suicide swatting from Oakland Community College and taken by the clueless apes of the local police to St Mary Merciless and held without need in violation of the law. I was not evaluated by two psychiatrists or a social worker, but I was kept for week of coloring and decoupage. So there was no way I was going to walk into a state psychiatric facility.

  • Great song support. However, I see things as a bit more complicated.

    The center does not hold still.

    I hold extreme views about the Catholic Church, like people who believe in virgin birth and symbolic spiritual cannibalism (eating flesh, drinking blood) should be seen as quite possibly disturbed or at least unthinking in modern times. But most of the world’s press seems to think that the Pope deserves coverage as a world leader, even as he practices extreme duplicity (saying he wants to root out sex abuse the same month he denies new sex abuse claims in Canada).

  • Oh.

    And I think it is fair at this point, though likely controversial and what some call inflammatory: staff who earn paychecks where illegal and involuntary detentions take place should rightfully be compared to Nazi concentration camp guards.

    Staff who repeatedly described me as “disheveled” as reason for detaining me and stripping my human rights after I was abducted from home without a shower, no toothbrush, no care products, no clothes, deserve to be held fully accountable. This is one slight example.

    The end result is not the same, the means aren’t as bad, but they exist comparably on a continuum of history.

  • Thank you!

    When, ever, will the sexism in psychiatry be addressed and debunked? The differences noted between men and women and so called bi polar especially overtime are pure bias. Based in religion, politics, history.

    As psychiatry has known bi polar is bs over the course of the 2000s, popular purveyors of bunk have claimed the incidence of bipolar is roughly equally between the sexes (based on made up wishful thinking data that I’m sure exists nowhere) though allegedly bi polar looks different in men and women, which is bs on top of bs on top of bs. The larger problem is sexism is the society that affects psychiatric bias, society, people and families, not any behavioral disease in the female.

    So depressing. We are still living in bible stories.

    I need to prove that some crazy retaliation I endured in 2019 from the Catholic hospital and local police for speaking out about criminal psychiatry that occurred in 2013 (actual violations of the weak legal code) violated my state protected civil rights as a female.

    Sexism is everywhere like air but its difficult to prove that the retaliation happened because I am big mouth female who won’t shut up about what was done to me (who can’t and shouldn’t shut up).

    I hope finally that someone will agree there is no argument that the Catholic Church is sexist. That seems to me a good basis for an argument of sexist psychiatric mistreatment and sexist retaliation from people who elevate men over women and cops whose union supported proud pussy grabbing Trump.

    I need this to work and it probably won’t.

  • Hey! Anybody got links to studies about the incidence of bipolar diagnosis in women versus men? Sexism in bipolar diagnoses? Needed for Michigan Department of Civil Rights. Last chance to legally save my life from criminal psychiatry in Michigan in 2013.

    This study could use review, I’m sure, and largely assumes sexist assumptions:

    Has Bipolar Disorder become a predominantly female gender related condition? Analysis of recently published large sample studies
    Bernardo Dell’Osso, Rita Cafaro & Terence A. Ketter
    International Journal of Bipolar Disorders volume 9, Article number: 3 (2021)


  • Needed: guidelines for journalists and newsrooms.

    The media loves repeating the suicide hotline numbers at the bottom of mental health articles. The critical mental health pros here could come up with a similar word stamp.

    Topics to include:

    The labels should come with a disclaimer: something like there is no scientific test for bipolar.
    All medical professionals named should undergo rigorous sunshine law disclosure and review.
    All medical journals and universities should be treated in the same way.
    Something must be said about “chemical imbalance” and drugs which are most likely to work only as a placebo.

    Example draft (that no one would publish at the end of any article at this point):

    “There is not consensus among mental health professionals or patients regarding bio medical and socially centered approaches to mental health care. DSM labels are based on bias not scientific test. Chemical imbalance does not describe mental health. The major drugs are tranquillizers. There are no drugs that affect depression. Present psychiatric drugs are known to work by placebo effect. This field is still developing. Sunshine laws require that all doctors, medical journals and universities reveal all payments from pharmaceutical companies.”

    And there is an additional problem (many likely) not addressed here. The people who take the drugs and wear the labels do make life directly worse for those who don’t. There is great tension there. And it should be up to the profession to address it, since the profession created this rift.

  • Well written. I wonder if your memoir will break out in the mainstream, as this story is still not being told and accepted. Your attitude of no blame will help, though I see plenty of blame.

    I checked out your website. I noted your Wash Post editorial and its response and also your publisher for your upcoming book. Good luck.

    I have no hope for change that will help me, victim of criminal of psychiatry who did not seek pscyhaitry (psychiatry was used as a weapon against me). My life is ruined. I am old not young. As a result, in my pain, I want all Americans to suffer deeply criminal psychiatry, especially journalists and psychiatrists who are keeping the lid on the full story of psychiatry. I don’t see any other way to change. Empathy is dead.

    I don’t see change coming.

    I hate the word psychiatry. Of course psychiatry did not turn the corner from lobotomy and suddenly become legit. People who sought psychiatry made things worse for me and it is not okay.

    Nothing is okay and nothing ever will be okay. My rage could implode this universe. I wish it would.

    Nothing is worth criminal psychiatry in this failing democracy.


  • Another front? Action against NPR.

    NPR should not be allowed to misue tax dollars of any amount to mislead the public and contribute to public health problems. Presently, NPR gaslights the American public by broadcasting a Big Lie: that no Americans suffer psychiatric harm under the current biomedical model.

    NPR should be forced through public and congressional pressure to tell the full story of psychiatry. All labels are based in bias without scientific test. And the rest. No “chemical imbalance” etc. Sunshine laws!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Generations of so called care givers mistrained.

    Use a media campaign aganst NPR as a spring board for class action suit.

  • things will never get better

    we are a few and the other side is millions of times stronger

    try adding someone’s fucked idea of god to the fuckage

    there is no cure for the rage

    Dem Us Sen Debbie Stabenow from my state Michigan (stay away hellhole) public enemy and public danger who spreads “chemical imbalance” has been working on so called mental health care and drug prices for a long time and doesn’t feel it convenient for her political career to recant “chemical imbalance.”



    I monitor the media some. there has been very little positive coverage of the old news of “chemical imbalance.”

    Cheerleading is nice, support is nice, but the reality is things won’t get better and the rage and criminal psychiatry will kill me slowly.

  • Thank you for this interview, which is so depressing.

    This woman may have dedicated her life, but things have not changed, not improved and few know her. More people may be harmed by psychiatry now than ever before. Sounds her quality of life is poor, certainly not enviable.

    Older women who protest psychiatry even on the pages of Mad in America are obscured by society. Not obscured by Mad in America but not prized by society. All the leaders of pyschiatry are white men in this country. The only female leaders of psychiatry recognized by even Mad in America are white women from other countries like England.

    Thanks for the heads up. This interview reinforces that there was never any hope for me regaining my life. The terror of living my criminal psychiatry destroyed life with declining health and mental torture is nightmare that never ends and won’t end until I am dead. The terror.

    Nothing is worth living life with the destruction of criminal psychiatry.

    Losers stories aren’t told in the mainstream.

    Buried alive. The United States is hell, not a great country, not for me.

  • I went through hell, I live in hell, I will remain in hell without acknowledgement that I was not evaluated by Dr Andrew Muzychka on February 22, 2013, or at any time I was held illegally until February 28, 2013, by what I consider the scum of earth, the sexist Catholics who raised me, who built St Mary Merciless human trafficking mental ward in Livonia, Michigan. Nuns nuns nuns, Felician nuns, supposed women of an alleged god, are activley seeking to silence me and my story. Nuns are keeping me in pain to protect their godless brand. Irish laundries and Native America boarding schools ARE NOT OVER FOR ME!

    Jesus was the first historic DSM psychotic. Jesus would be shackled and drugged even by the Catholics of my hometown if the human were alive today with his same alleged story that he’s the only son (no daughter) of god.

    The Jesus story is one birth of sexism. People do not rise from the dead and float to heaven 33 years after virgin birth. Men wrote the Christian bible and the pscyhiatric bible, and both their both of full of shit.

    Warner Salman painted the very Caucasian head of christ as a blond haired blued eyed Jesus in 1940. Too many people in this country act like Jesus is a priviledged white man.

    The cult of jesus is a group of people safely allowed by society to believe in delusions while psychiatry locks up people like me who tell the truth of man’s abuse of women.

  • “I also want us to create an appeal process. There are a lot of women out there with psychiatric diagnoses on their file that is still harming them 20, 30, 40 years down the line—and they’re not even taking any medication anymore. They’re not even in any services, but the actual diagnosis is still on the file. I really want to see that taken off. You should have the right to have things removed. I want to build something around that, too.”

    Skipping a few links. The cult of jesus as god is the source of the problem of sexism in psychiatry. Christians have not appealed literal belief in the bible, or virgin birth. Society is eons away from freeing women, like me, from the madwoman in the attic view.

    I want my attackers to suffer, too, like they make me suffer. Seems fair.


  • Testimony. Victim of criminal psychiatry. Suffering, suffering, suffering.

    Much retaliation for speaking out about my one of a kind story, yes.

    Depressed, yes.

    The only treatment I need is justice.

    But I’ve been asking and not getting justice for ten years. I’m almost 59 years old and my health is negatively affected.

    I am suffering so much.

    I have achalasia. Disorder of the esophagus. I think my story and pain are stuck in my throat.

    I have been seeking treatment for nearly a year without results.

    No care in my area. In line for care three hours away in Detroit. I have lost almost 50 lbs. I am so hungry. I can’t swallow without vomiting. I went to the emergency room last week. I was sent home to puke. I don’t know how I am supposed to live.

    Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing is worth criminal psychiatry. It would be better to never be.

    I don’t deserve all this suffering.

  • Why don’t more Americans accept forced care’s violation of freedom for what it is?

    Shallow, selfish concepts of freedom, not for all, but for me more than you!

    (As well as disastrous mainstream media coverage of psychiatry. And drug company influence. And the mess of the profession.)

    One main reason I need justice for actual violations of the state mental health code, what I call criminal psychiatry, is the fact that unprosecuted brain rape causes inequality that plays perniciously in the marketplace. I can’t fairly compete for jobs, etc., if others haven’t been mentally violated and tortured, too, and expected to forget about it. The negative effects of criminal psychiatry are just too overwhelming.

  • “Thus, similar to the medieval Catholic Church with respect to selling indulgences to expunge sins from one’s “heaven-hell record,” psychiatrists can declare an individual with DSM symptoms of pathology as not evidencing pathology.”

    Psychiatry and Catholicism have much in common: beliefs that non believers like me may consider delusional and a basis in sexism with historic predominance practiced my white male leaders. Both even tote a bible.

    Combine the two, Catholicism and psychiatry? Could there be worse mental torture? What the god’s phallus did I do to deserve this hell life?

    If your god is a man, your religion is sexist.

    When your “bible” is clearly written by men, it is not written by any god and is fallible.

  • “I had just begun my meditation practice and it would take years to successfully cultivate the superpower of equanimity, so I found myself in a panic.”

    I want to support Sean in his incredible achievements (equanimity and release).

    But I need to testify even if it does no good. I work through hell daily, since Feb 22-28, 2013, not helped by the retaliation I’ve incurred since retaliatory, illegal and involuntary detainment (including jail time, bad health and a hard time supporting myself, all while existing in imposed isolation.) I think age matters when it comes to recovery and healing. I’m 58 now. In addition, I think it would not make sense to laud and forgive a country that criminally tortures and discards people to exist in hell. My battle continues. With little hope. Thank you.

  • “In this scenario we will learn of what is quite possibly the most important tool that we will use throughout our journey toward freedom. This tool must be cultivated at the pace of life, not at the pace of how we would like life to move from our modern western perspective. That is, expect this process to take many years to come to fruition. However, trust me—it is the most worthwhile venture that we can undertake while in a zone of active hegemonic conflict.

    This tool is so powerful that it can transform your life both within the detention center (DC) and beyond its walls in The World. Simultaneously this tool is one of the simplest tools that we could possibly imagine. This tool is the mental state of equanimity.”

    I wake up in hell every day from criminal psychiatry and my inescapable story, a moving cage. I don’t have equanimity and likely never will. That is not my fault. Fuck this country and its sexism, western religion duplicity, criminal psychiatric motherfucking and endless corruption in hell without mercy, like me.

    But I am glad to hear you do.

  • If the scientific narrative that is to be found in the research literature were told to the public, of drugs that don’t fix chemical imbalances but rather induce them, and that researchers have pointed to that drug effect as a likely reason that that the medications increase the risk that a person will become chronically ill and functionally impaired over the long-term, then psychiatry would have to completely reorganize its care.

    This is the bridge that psychiatry, as a guild, cannot cross. The prescribing of drugs is psychiatry’s primary therapeutic act, and if its drugs cause long-term harm, then what would the profession do? The profession needs to keep this history out of sight, even to itself, and so it is not presented in psychiatric textbooks, or in continuing medical education seminars. By keeping this history hidden, the field is not just breaking its compact with the public, but with itself—with every prescriber and all those who enter the field.”

    I finished reading Adam Stern’s memoir Committed about becoming a Harvard trained psychiatrist. Like Insel in Robert Whitaker’s review, Stern sticks with his guild. Stern is forthright in some regards. He admits that interns screw up generally, though he never admits interns screw up involuntary admissions. He wonders if the whole profession isn’t a sham, but he ends up supporting psychiatry, his ego and his profession. He never takes on the efficacy of drugs. He mentions the harms they cause in one sentence without reflection. In too many places he sounds like he’s trying to land a job writing a television show about the care shown by his field.

    Psychiatry won’t be torn down, just like Christianity does not realize that if a character named Jesus showed up with a god story, he would risk being involuntarily detained.

    (Psychiatry and Christianity are disastrously related for me, in my story.)

    Psych drugs induce chemical imbalance and people do not rise from the dead 33 years after virgin birth. But the truth is outdated, inconvenient. Too many moving parts. Too many people make money and find acclaim.

    But those dominant and corrupted will protect their own, even if it means lying and worse. Psychiatry and western religion are likely with us permanently, flawed as they are.

    (As a victim of criminal Catholic psychiatry, I’m also finally reading Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale.)

  • “White women were more likely to be diagnosed with depression and prescribed an antidepressant.”

    This is due to pervasive sexism and ultimately the outdated and sexist habit of ascrbing god to be male, by extension with a phallus.

    Futhermore, many likenesses of god represent a white male as god, so god has become a white male overlord in society. White women in short internalize and experience all the fallout from society’s white male god.

  • Related note.

    I’m reading the memoir Committed Dispatches from a Psychiatrist in Training by Adam Stern MD.

    So far the author is far more forthcoming than I expected. He repeats his discomfort with involuntary commitment while sharing his lack of experience and training. He admits that he and his fellow interns screw up regularly. And says that interns were solely responsible for admissions on the overnight in Massachusetts, in a hospital associated with Harvard.

    But so far he doesn’t evaluate the possibility of mistakes in involuntary admission and otherwise supports the status quo.

    An intern completely destroyed my life with a series of screw ups and criminal violations in an emergency room where I was not evaluated by the intern’s alleged supervisor, a doctor, who was not present. I was denied phone calls proscribed in law, and never evaluated. I was drugged, knocked out and admitted unnecessarily to the mental ward.

    That was 2013. The real fallout continues and negatively affects all in my destroyed life. In my anger, due to lack of equal protection and mistreatment by the hospital still unacknowledged, I still want the intern tortured like I was tortured and continue to be tortured by lack of justice and retaliation. She lied for the doctor. She made a critical series of errors. She was a first year intern and the Catholic hospital, part of Trinity Health, the largest group of Catholic hospitals in the country, covered up and later even retaliated when I continued to ask for review and justice.

    I can’t heal without some measure of justice.

    Psychiatry should care a hell of a lot more than it does. About its screw ups!


  • Great comment.

    I appreciate your comment about Sarah Fey’s response. I don’t know why anyone would be proud of a so-called mental illness. Perhaps the idea is lost in translation for me. I do understand why a publisher would like the view, in a litigious society, considering the power of Big Pharma and Big Medicine.

    Also appreciate: “Now that it is mainstream to call psychiatry’s DSM invalid and to report how psychiatry’s most highly touted drugs can result in horrors, perhaps one day some mainstream publisher will take on what continues to be a taboo issue — one that for me is the core issue: examining whether the very idea of ‘mental illness’ is a counterproductive idea in terms of people truly healing.”

    Why not “emotional preservation” as a concept instead of “mental illness”? Something is wrong in the person’s world and responses called mental illness are reasonable, and attempts at emotional preservation.

    I was conversing with someone in my reimagine mental health care memoir writing group, which has been instrumental for me. I was set up for psychiatry but most in the group sought psychiatry. One participant was groomed by multiple adults for sexual abuse as a child. The number of incidents of abuse and the trauma in her story are overwhelming. This person says psychiatry has both hurt and helped. So I better see the need to reimagine rather than abolish so-called mental health care, but like one of the interviewees in Johann Hari’s book on depression suggests, I think “emotional” health is a much better term. The difference between “emotion” and ‘mentality’ is critical in so many ways. The change points in a much better more humane direction.

  • What did I miss?

    Whitaker: That the funny thing about the television ads. It’s never about someone in a hospital bed. It’s like you take the drug and pretty soon you’ll be walking on a beach with a beautiful person. Life’s going to be good.
    Horwitz: Better than normal.

    Whitaker: Of course, we also get the chemical imbalance to market these drugs. How does this fit into this diagnostic expansion?

    Horwitz: The chemical imbalance theory was initially developed in the 1960s before DSM-III. Interestingly, depression was initially linked to epinephrine and not serotonin. It was very popular for a relatively short period of time with researchers. Now virtually nobody accepts that except for the drug companies, which find it a convenient way to link what their products do to the brain, even though there’s really no evidence that a chemical imbalance is the cause of the problems that people are suffering from.

    I don’t hear Horwitz saying anything objectionable as charged.

  • “Typically justified as a kind of “protection” for “patients,” the literature review revealed that rarely, if ever, does the general population question involuntary and coercive treatment.”

    Which makes telling my story dangerous. Which explains in part why I am still trying to tell my story and correct the record.




  • Appreciate: “Whitaker: If I accept your understanding that you have a mental illness, there would still be a need for a manual that separates these illnesses.”


    Otherwise, the damage from the DSM, a nothing bible, in my case, on top of the original nothing bible, is too great and there is no relief or escape once the wrecking ball starts swinging.

    I post like I touched the cold hard cement walls in retaliatory jail after criminal looney bin lock up. To hold something solid. To reinforce that I am.




  • “The authors suggest that there is no way to measure the quality of psychiatric care—and, therefore, that psychiatrists should not be judged for failing to provide good care to their patients.”

    But its ok to judge humans sometimes for mere minutes or sometimes not all and nevertheless ejudicate biased DSM labels and force Big Pharma drugs.

    Pscyhiatry is the worst religion of all.

  • Thank you greatly to Mad in America for posting my story and my comments.

    Catholics have been involved in my life against my will for decades, including K-12 lousy quality Catholic schools, but I was abused for a week psychiatrically in a Livonia, Michigan hospital, due to suicide swatting by my employer, a community college. I draw on the book and film The Exorcist to describe that experience, like Sean uses his military-like acronyms to describe his experience.

    The same nuns who built the hospital sold it to Trinity Health, a national group of Catholic Hospitals. Trinity Health’s main office sits across the street from the hospital in which I was held illegally, on campus with defunct Ladywood High School and the Felician nunnery. The nuns refuse to advocate my claims to Trinity Health, in order to protect their brand.

    I did not ask for psychiatry, was not accused of a crime, but criminal psychiatry still ruined my life.

    I find Sean’s story extremely compelling and am so glad he has the abilty to tell it and that Mad America exists to post it. No one has a read a story like his, I’d imagined, because most people would have been driven mad and not maintain the ability.

    But I’ve read no other full story like mine anywhere either.

    My story has been drawn out by state sanctioned retaliation for asking for equal protection against violations of the state mental health code. Retaliation came from the highest level of government, which sounds nuts, but I have documentation. (Not that it helps.) Retaliation has included jail time, which has negatively affected my abilty to shelter myself.

    I wake up every day with panic attacks (of varying degress, depending on the amount of triggers I’ve absorbed). I am prone to panic over the real fear that unlike Sean I will be (finanacially and) psychologically broken, and therefore locked up again, which is why I am so impressed with Sean.

    Thank you again.

  • I need state sanctioned euthanasia to end mental torture in Michigan. Now. The pain of retaliatory criminal psychiatry is too great for too long with no end insight. This society will never do right for Feb 22-28, 2013 and the state sanctioned retaliation I have endured in the years since. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this pain? I am being too slowly ripped to shreds. Screaming in pain. Sorry Sean. My body has to tell this shithole society what its doing to me. There is no cavalry or relief. Ever.
    Isolated in hell on earth. Why hasn’t the pain killed me already? They, the powers at be, will finally break me and lock me up again because I was locked up unnecessarily and illegally once. My panic is justified.


    rest of story on medium

    I feel like every god damn American is taking a shit on me while Catholic Jesus rapes me with a crucifix on display at the White House for nine years.

    Equal protection my ass.

  • “I had to find solid stepping-stones IN me to build the foundation OF me.”

    Very powerful. Thank you for writing and sharing this piece, in English.

    (Note: I see you felt compelled to present your website in English. We Americans are so lazy! Lovely pictures.)

  • “Sure, well oppression is such a rich and multi-layered topic, and I think there are so many different forms of it. I was just having a conversation earlier with someone today about how even the most critical – the people most invested in anti-oppression work– still don’t get psychiatric oppression. They still, somehow think that “Oh, but for that particular group of people we need to figure out how to control them because we want them to be safe.” They’ve been fed these lines that not only will controlling that group of people keep you safe, but also then if you want to be a good person – and everybody wants to be a good person – then you need to make sure that they get the care that they need, and anything less is just not okay.

    People have bought into that line, even people who are on the front lines of anti-racism and other anti-oppression work. And so, there’s that challenge. But then there’s also the reality that the psychiatric system has been used as a tool of oppression to reinforce all these other forms of oppression.”

    Critical point. Still looking for solutions. Your contribution as example is good therapy.

  • It’s not easy to tell our stories of psychiatric mishandling. This is one of the most well written personal stories I’ve seen on these pages. I would have liked more of a timeline, but I understand space constraints.

    I especially appreciated the end:

    Psychiatry is the only industry that has the authority to create forced consumerism (i.e., involuntary treatment) without following such best practices. The U.S. District Court’s 1971 decision in Wyatt v. Stickney determined that patients have a “constitutional right to receive such individual treatment as will give each of them a realistic opportunity to be cured or to improve his or her mental condition.” In light of this, I believe all healthcare consumers are entitled to be educated on their options and to choose the type of treatment they receive for what appears to be “mental illness,” whether it is medical-model psychiatry, functional medicine, or other modalities.

    I was not aware of the federal precedent. Thank you.

    Glad you were able to sue!

  • https://medium.com/@ginafournier/people-dont-recover-so-spectacularly-from-criminal-psychiatry-actual-violations-of-the-state-70383532e0c9

    People Don’t Recover So Spectacularly from Criminal Psychiatry (Actual Violations of the State Mental Health Code): Fallout (Part I).

    People Don’t Recover So Spectacularly from Criminal Psychiatry was published on the Mad in America website. It summarizes the first part of my story: setup and suicide swatting by my employer, police abduction from home and the week I was held illegally by the Catholics of my youth, in a criminal mental ward, at a Catholic hospital, in Livonia, Michigan. The hospital was built by the old-world nuns who ran St. Michael’s grade school and defunct Ladywood High School, which I attended. People Don’t Recover So Spectacularly from Criminal Psychiatry (Actual Violations of the Mental Health Code): Fallout (Parts I-VII) cover the retaliation and negative fallout I have been forced to endure in lieu of equal protection for criminal psychiatry, including jail time. Thank you for reading.

  • “Colombia’s Attorney General’s Office released a preliminary “forensic medical study” Saturday following the death of Foo Fighters’ drummer Taylor Hawkins.

    The report said a urine toxicology test was carried out on Hawkins and 10 substances were found, including THC, tricyclic antidepressants, benzodiazepines and opioids.”


    Will any mainstream media cover the risks and inefficacy of Big Pharma drug cocktails?

  • For me? sandgroper?

    The above including the following:

    “Now just remember, if you are in a vulnerable position, this could result in a tragic outcome for you, including drug overdoses resulting in permanent severe disability or death. Choose your battles carefully, but if an opportunity arises to complain, then the above is the complaint you need to make.”

    Please note: this mansplaining well after the fact is not helpful or wanted. Don’t direct your lecture at me to feed your ego. Be reproached. Feel free to instruct others, but not me, not in this way.

    You think I need stranger not using its real name to tell me this shit in this way now? You’re wrong.

    Ever hear of the scold’s bridle? I just read about it, again. How I wish it could be still used, on psychiatrists and others.

    Redirect your energies, please.

  • Why do we lock people up? To ruin their lives and torture them because better her than me, says mother, brother, former friend, neighbor, cop, doctor, teacher, academia, AG, governor, nun, pope, medical establishment, mainstream press, state and federal government, even god damn god.

    daily reasonable panic attack since February 22-28, 2013

    things only get worse due to state sanctioned retaliation and real terrors caused by unacknowledged criminal psychiatry (health failing, inability to support myself, isolation, inadequate support, resulting mental torture and reasonable depression, imposed terror in advancing age)

    death from criminal psychiatry by God in America would be more merciful than the mental torture I endure

    too much, too long, body please have mercy

    hoping against reason I break through and someone publishes my memoir just prolongs pain and even that acknowledgement wouldn’t be enough to heal what criminal psychiatry by God in America and retaliation have done to me

    no hope for me isn’t a paranoid view

    no one can live a life worth living without hope

    death penalty instead of this mental torture


  • Reading Women of the Asylum by Jefffrey Geller and Maxine Harris, a collection of voices, first person lived experience accounts, from across US history until 1945. The complaints are the same complaints I have from 2013, and have heard from other contemporaries. The wardens are looney (Warner Bros cartoon spelling), the place makes people insane, there is no treatment, just brutality.

    Adeline T. P. Lunt in the late 1800s: “INSANE ASYLYUM. A place where insanity is made.”

  • “I am beginning to question if alleged mental illnesses may not really be demonic possessions of the individua”

    I think the evidence is clear that there is no God in any one traditional sense. And certainly no demonic possession. We need to lose all the fairy tales, witches and goblins, as well as the nonsense of psychiatry. The belief in God, demons and psychiatry are connected in the childish part of out collective thinking. There is spirituality, there is sexism, and there is human suffering. There is human evil. There is great power in the existence of the universe, but explaining suffering as demonic possession? Backward motion, in my view. Trying to DSM “God”? Same misguided impulse as the DSM.

  • “Most lived experience people do not even know what worked for them.”

    Grandiosity Disorder. What hubris. Perhaps I misunderstand. But my writers group aimed at improving mental health care would disagree with this statement, too, I’m guessing.

    Cutting the commenter some slack: It is challenging to write cogently about this field and lived experience.

    I have pretty great idea of what worked and didn’t work in my lived experience with criminal psychiatry.

    Long lists.


  • Article: In 2018, the Canadian Institutes of Health Research—a government-funded body—released a report, Hacking the Knowledge Gap, that explored the divide between research and practice. As the authors stated, “It takes approximately 17 years for research evidence to be fully adopted by practitioners and the public. This gap between research and practice means the public may not benefit from health research until nearly a generation after discoveries are made.”

    Wedlake’s not surprised. As she sees it, “We’re working, like, 20 years behind in mental health in Canada.”

    Same in the U.S.

  • People Don’t Recover So Spectacularly From Criminal Psychiatry. Part III.
    By Gina Fournier

    Part I of People Don’t Recover So Spectacularly From Criminal Psychiatry covers the first part of my story, psychological abuse, setup and suicide swatting by my employer, police abduction and my time held illegally by the Catholics of my youth, in a criminal mental ward, at a hospital in Livonia, Michigan, built by the old world Felician nuns who ran St. Michael’s grade school and defunct Ladywood High School. Part II and Part III cover the retaliation and negative fallout I have been forced to endure in lieu of equal protection for criminal psychiatry.

    It was clear the locals wanted me gone, and they were willing to try a variety of measures to get rid of me.

    Despite widespread particularly rural poverty in the area, the county health department, District #10, came down hard on me. They condemned the cabin, concurrent with the ppo granted against me. The sanitation officer accompanied by county police taped a yellow sign on the door which pronounced, “condemned.” I could be arrested for living on the property.

    After they left, I immediately removed the sign. I did not need a visual reminder. Risking jail time, of course I stayed in the cabin because I had nowhere else to go.
    To flush the toilet, minus working plumbing, I used what I called the gravity flush. A neighbor gave me a bunch of industrial white buckets, which I filled with another neighbor’s winterized well-water. It was in my own interest to stay on top of circumstances and sanitation best I could.

    I fought the order to condemn the cabin. At a hearing in the Mecosta County Building, where I also fought the taxwoman each year, I was told my pictures of clean plumbing could have been taken at another house, despite the fact that the home in my pictures matched the picture taken by the sanitation officer. The sanitation officer had taken one picture of feces inside the toilet before I poured water down the toilet to flush it. He did not take any pictures of the many buckets of water waiting ready.

    The sanitation officer, last name Earnest, was married to the county taxwoman, last name Earnest, who ran for office as a Republican.
    In August 2017, a week or so before I was arrested for violating the ppo against the Land of Motown Community College cop I had not stalked, the dirty cop and his wife taunted me from their driveway while I painted my civil rights protest signs. Of course, they were never really afraid of me at all.

    You killed your husband, you poisoned him! The husband shouted, as the wife filmed. I didn’t have my camera on me. I had not poisoned my husband.

    The pictures taken by the wife of me clearly standing in front of my own home, not in the couple’s driveway, turned up in my arrest report, which said I violated the ppo. I had not contacted the couple and had stayed away from their property, just as I was ordered.
    Nevertheless, on a beautiful late August afternoon, less than two weeks later, after I cut the lawn of the half acre lot with a borrowed lawn mower, I was arrested. For the second time in my story, I was handcuffed, but this time as an alleged criminal perpetrator.

    Michigan State Police took me to the Osceola County jail. I was put in a holding cell, booked and then transferred to the woman’s dorm. The woman’s dorm was sealed with a metal door and reinforced with cement block walls painted white/beige. Multiple bunk beds were aligned along the walls, and in the middle of the rectangular room, metal tables with attached metal stools were bolted to the floor. The cell featured an open-air bathroom and shower. My nightmare created by criminal psychiatry had sunk to another depth of hell.
    By seven thirty pm, the other jailbirds were already in their bunks watching TV as I arrived. Dazed and despondent, I headed for the back of the room, away from the television, but I could not escape the jail walls or its glaring fluorescent lights. With my back up against the wall, I sunk to the floor distraught.

    I was soon pulled from the women’s dormitory and put in solitary confinement for crying. Another depth of hell, so soon? A female jail guard opened the door to the small private cell and threw in one of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander novels. Another depth of hell. It was additionally upsetting to think I’d kept in solitary confinement long enough to read that very fat fiction book.

    I was let out of solitary confinement that night and returned to the women’s dorm, where I stayed for a month, because I could not make bail, as the locals well knew.

    As I made myself settle into life in jail, I sought a routine. I got up early to do the cleaning duties jailbirds were supposed to share, so I could control the tv for a few minutes a day and catch the news. Otherwise, the jailbird who ran the place preferred reality tv cop shops and zombies. I watched the state AG who initiated retaliation up north, Bill Schuette, announce his run for governor while incarcerated.


    There is much I can say about being housed in a rural county jail for a month. The most salient point for this narration is that jail as a detention center made more sense than the Catholic mental ward, though I belonged in neither. At the Osceola County jail, at least we got some fresh air and a view of the sky, during exercise jaunts in a human animal pen. Fresh air was withheld at St. Mary Merciless.

    Two law firms served indigents. The other jailed birds, including repeat offenders, indicated that I had been assigned the weaker law firm of the two available.

    The same judge who declined to view evidence for the ppo hearing was assigned to my felony stalking case.

    My court appointed lawyer was a talker with an occasional nervous twitch in his eye, who at first said he’d get me out soon and have the charges dropped, no problem.


    A few weeks into my time, my court appointed lawyer stopped talking my calls and changed his story. I needed to take a plea deal, he said.

    I truly thought a plea deal meant a plea of “I’m not guilty, but I can’t afford actual defense.”
    I said I wanted to risk a court trial, but my court appointed lawyer effectively coerced me into a plea deal by not preparing for a court trial.

    Though I had not talked to my estranged Catholic mother since 2012, I asked mother for bail. I wrote her. I called her using the jail pay phone. My silent benefactor had put some funds in my jail account so I could buy a phone card.

    Now an old woman in her 80s, my mother said she’d ask my brother, her only son, if she could give me bail money. I wish I had never asked. Asking my mom to bail me out of jail reinvigorated our separate stands.

    While wearing orange jail garb, holding the jail pay phone receiver to my ear, instead of “Yes, I will bail you out,” I heard my mother nag: “The family is Catholic!”

    When I explained what had happened to land me in jail, admittedly a long and difficult story to hear, in return mother admitted she had talked to the HR lawyer at Land of Motown Community College, back in 2012. She said he told her I was messing with the lives of my co-workers. Apparently, she chose to believe him. My mom did not recognize the inappropriateness of her treating Land of Motown Community College as if I were an enrolled K-12 student and she were a parent of minor at a parent/teacher conference.
    After offering my mother co-ownership of the cabin, she responded by talking about her separation and divorce from my father, when I was thirteen. Like people talk about pets, and young girls naively pledge their lasting love, my mother protested. She thought my dad was her “forever” husband.

    My brief and desperate hopes of a reunion in order to save my ass from jail were dashed. Earlier, when I needed him, my husband had freaked out and died, and now my mother was disturbed by Catholicism, toxic and no help. Talking to her again, from jail, added hurt to hurt.

    The people deigned closest to me had actually gone mad, while I had been slapped with a false rap of insanity that had been allow to snowball.


    Ironically, in jail, I attended bible study sessions centered around reading Rick Warren book’s The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For? (The irony.) I did so just to leave the women’s dormitory. The room where Bible studies convened once weekly for an hour featured a window that slid open a crack. Seeing a glimpse of end of summer tree leaves, green and reassuring, made the objectionable Christian content worthwhile.
    As well, in somewhat refreshed surroundings, I could feed my mind by condemning the nonsense of Jesus as god believers calling me crazy, though I kept my complete thoughts and my metaphor to myself. The Bible ladies had given me a composition notebook and pencil on my birthday, which occurred in jail, unbeknownst to them. I greatly appreciated their gift. Paper and pencil are not free in jail. Nothing is.

    To their discredit, the Bible ladies did not seem to know that one could be detained in jail only because one can’t afford bail before a trial or plea deal. The Bible ladies assumed we jailbirds had all done something very wrong and needed Jesus, guilty without need of proof.
    Unfortunately, only Baptists showed up to preach to inmates. If Muslim, Buddhists, Quakers, Jews, Sikhs and devil worshipers had volunteered to preach at the Osceola County jail, I would have welcomed all religions and anti-religions. I would have played along like the omnist narrator in The Life of Pi, just to move my body from one room to another.
    A friend loaned me a copy of the The Life of Pi to read while I was held prisoner at St. Mary Merciless.

    While in jail, I received word that I lost my appeal with the District #10 health department over my toilet. Rubbing my nose in my loss, the unkind second MDDHS representative showed up to visit me in jail to report that she could not help me with my plumbing, if I remained incarcerated. But she hadn’t been helping me with my plumbing at all.
    After about three weeks, my court appointed lawyer talked up the plea deal and release with a leg monitor, as if they were positive things.

    I was adamant there should be no leg monitor attached to my body. My body had endured too much trauma and violence: hand cuffed by police twice, shackled hand and foot by the first-year intern in emergency room, committed, incarcerated, thrown in solitary confinement, body searched. In front of jail video surveillance camera, I flashed hand-written signs, No leg monitor or I will crack! I was sure wearing a tether would break me.
    As I was about to be released on a personal recognizance (PR) bond, I reaffirmed there should be no leg monitor, but my sleazy court appointed lawyer waffled. After he split, I was informed that a leg monitor had been ordered, which is standard.

    Somehow, I played on a jailer’s fatigue on a Friday afternoon (certainly not his sympathy) and got out of jail without a leg monitor, which I could not afford.

    Tethered enough as it was, psychologically, I returned to the cabin where I could be jailed again for simply trying to be.


    Between my release from jail, September 28, 2017, and final sentencing, January 25, 2019, court proceedings were drawn out to keep me under the thumb of the state as long as possible. I was dog whipped first on a PR bail, then on probation.

    In October and November 2017, after I was released from jail, allegedly for harassing and threatening behavior, I became the recipient of rape and death threats sent to my email by a character using the name Jeff Morgan, a random name, I assumed, that I did not recognize. The Michigan State Police refused to file a police report. The Michigan State Police were only willing to prosecute me, based on lies and lack of investigation, not pursue actual harassing and threatening behavior aimed at me.

    Yes, I know. If I tried to pass this story as fiction, it would be called a soap opera.

    October 31 2017. “YOU ARE A LOSER!! get a job. so you can support yourself instead of tax dollars and expecting everyone to give you a hand out. what happened to you is your fault. no one else. YOUR NOT A VICTIM TO ANYONE BUT YOURSELF!!!! you got in trouble for a reason just end it now if you cant grow up thanks for ruining my college career”

    October 31 2017. “if your ridiculous posts do not stop i will show up to your cabin again tonight for more then just your signs.”

    November 2 2017. “while you were at the library, hunter ate some rat poison. might wanna check on him”


    November 10, 2017. “fuck jesus im going to rape you until you squeel and scream for death. more then your normally do with your whining ass”

    No one cared about the threats aimed at me, not the authorities or my court appointed lawyer.


    In January 2018, by mail without warning from my court appointed lawyer, the judge ordered me to submit to a forensic psychiatric exam at the state forensic hospital at Saline.
    I knew I could not risk another psychiatric exam or psychiatrist. I called my lawyer. I could not get past his gatekeeper secretary. After a few calls, she told me my court appointed lawyer got the judge to rescind the order. The office gatekeeper bullshitted me. The next time I appeared in court, I could have been arrested, jailed or sent to Saline for defying the order. Somehow the judge let it slip.

    To commemorate the fifth anniversary, February 22, 2013, of my illegal looney bin lock up, on February 22, 2018, the local branch of the department of health of human services tried to lock me up again, on another ruse, about the civil rights protest signs I had erected up north, including “Catholics F*ck Female,” “Lake Miramichi Lying Cop works for Land of Motown Community College,” and “I was not seen by . . . “ (insert the name of the doctor who did not evaluate me). My civil rights protest up north was more expansive than the one downstate. Chris had a lot of wooden boards laying around, and I had brought with me up north paint.

    No, I told the posse of three, two MDHHS representatives and one county cop, I had not called the police to report additional stolen signs. The cop then switched fake gears and started asking me welfare check type questions, which I shut down swiftly and assuredly. I held my ground. With camera aimed at their faces, I named the MDHHS representative standing before me and asked for the name of the police officer, at which point the group turned around silently and left. I have video proof (add video link). Proof means nothing once your impoverished and labeled crazy. The county police did not document the visit, I learned through FOIA, but 911 dispatch did. 911 dispatch records state that the Mecosta County prosecutor, another Republican, ordered the hit. In writing, the Mecosta Country prosecutor denied involvement.

    After delay, in June 2018, the judge accepted a delayed sentence plea deal, which meant my crime would be determined after a year’s probation. While I read a long statement about my innocence and poverty, the judge interrupted me and said she did not take plea deals from accused who claim innocence, but she did.

    Acting like a used car salesman, my lawyer had promised me the entire thing could be reduced in a year to disturbing the peace, a misdemeanor. I knew I couldn’t trust his spiel, but my options were limited.

    In ill-defined straits, I moved from the confines of bail to the restrictions of probation, which included internet restrictions. At first, I was supposed to find a job but not use the internet, which was unreasonable, and showed how ignorant the judge was about the centrality and function of the internet. Her ignorance about the internet became another one of my problems.

    I had asked my attorney what I terms I could use to discuss online the Land of Motown Community College sexist gaslight witchhunt, Lying Cop #1 and Lying Cop #2.
    The guy had never taken my story seriously. “Minions,” he suggested quickly and dismissively.

    No clear agreement was made about what I could and could not say online about Land of Motown Community College when my internet privileges were returned. The judge had already conservatively interpreted the undefined meaning of “contact” in the relevant statutes. I had never contacted the cop, before or after the ppo.

    Meanwhile, a local with means loaned me the money to pay my back property taxes, as long as I signed an agreement to put the “lakehouse,” as Chris called it, up for sale. I spent my last summer at Lake Miramichi with a “for sale” sign on the front lawn. While I was in jail, neighbors had removed my civil rights protest signs.

    Chris had been correct. Both houses were lost.

    I was run out of town, again.


    Somehow, after telling my story in the application, I got a job as an adjunct, teaching English, at another community college, Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College (another pseudonym), and moved to Bay City, Michigan.

    Two weeks into the semester, on September 13, 2018, another, a third, community college cop, targeted me. He followed me in his police cruiser as I walked out of the building to my car in the parking lot after my last class of the week late, Thursday afternoon. I was required to report all police contact, so I purposely texted in detail to my probation officer what had happened.

    With proceeds from the sale of the lakehouse, I had purchased a vehicle, another Ford Explorer, this one a 2002, made before 9/11, with over 200K. (The odometer works intermittently.)

    The cop waited until I got inside my vehicle and rolled down the driver’s window, then he pulled alongside me so our open driver’s windows aligned. The cop from Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College smiled and joked, but nevertheless gave me the silent message that I had been IDed and should not get too comfortable. It is not usual procedure for community college campus police officers to ask adjuncts where they are going after class in this manner.

    Had cops from Land of Motown Community College contacted the cop from Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College? I obtained the Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College cop’s name through FOIA. On Facebook, he self-identified as a Republican, in support of Bill Schuette for governor. He also self-revealed as a conservative white male sexist and a racist through his reposted memes.

    In early November 2018, after the administration at Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College had asked me to take on another class, a section that another teacher had started but abandoned, I was pulled from classroom at Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College. I was removed from the classroom on the anniversary of being removed from the classroom at Land of Motown Community College six years earlier. I was not given a clear reason for my termination.

    The day before, on election day, the former state AG lost his bid to become governor.
    I’m glad Bill Schuette lost his bid for governor. Coincidentally, the candidate who did win, a democratic female, Gretchen Whitmer, after inauguration—unlike Bill Schuette’s retaliatory accusations against me delivered by the Michigan State police in 2015—became the target of an actual plot, by a posse of white male militia, with weapons and intent to do harm, now under federal investigation. (need link?) To illustrate just how intellectually corrupt and sexist the state of Michigan is, from Lansing to Livonia, over budget disputes, the state Senate Majority Leader Mike Shirkey called Whitmer “bat shit crazy” at a Christian college while meeting with young Republicans, and got away with it (add source).


    My access to the internet moved around while I was probation, with access increased in steps over time. But my access was fully restricted once again when I was de-classroomed at Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College. The judge had allowed full social media access when I began teaching for the Fall 2018 semester, then the same week I was fired at Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College, she revoked my access after I talked about Land of Motown Community College on social media. I was not barred from talking about Land of Motown Community College on social media, but the judge allowed things to become very murky.

    By the first week of November 2018, according to a report by my probation officer, a few strange things had happened simultaneously. Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College contacted the court about my probation and suggested I be jailed for alleged probation violations. (What did they know about the terms of my probation?) Also, an internet troll, using the name Christine Heikkenen–who “liked” The Oakland County Sherriff’s office and politician Adolf Hitler–contacted either the Osceola County prosecutor or the 49th District Court to report that I had allegedly violated my probation by responding to the troll’s Facebook Messenger message. I was not restricted from messaging; I had text messaged with my probation officer. Earlier, in the fall of 2017, the troll Christine Heikkenen had contacted me about the threatening emails I had received from the troll Jeff Morgan, which the Michigan State Police chose ignore. Due to mishandling and opaque but questionable actions by my probation officer, the Osceola County prosecutor and the court, Jeff Morgan’s name ended up in my probation report, which recommended additional jail time for the alleged probation violation.

    How did an internet troll contact the Osceola County prosecutor or the 49th District Court to report an alleged violation? Did the troll make a phone call? Send an email? Show up in person? What name did they give? What exactly had I said on social media to anger the court and supposedly violate probation? The judge made sure this information did not get out, and my lawyer helped.

    With proceeds from the sale of the cabin, I had hired a Bay City lawyer to take over for the court appointed lawyer in Osceola County. My second criminal lawyer was significantly late for the first court date, which made for a very poor start. After he finally arrived in Osceola County, the judge talked to my new criminal lawyer privately in her chambers and kept all discussion off the record. No probation hearing ever took place. At one point, while sitting in the empty corrupt room, surrounded by the portraits of former judges, only dead white men, I heard the judge making jokes and my Bay City lawyer laughing in response. I thought, “You idiot!”

    After exiting the judge’s chambers, my new criminal lawyer approached me with a court order that restricted my internet access for the alleged probation violation minus testimony or the presentation of evidence. Going forward, I could not discuss the Land of Motown Community College sexist gaslight witchhunt or anything online. Once again, I was silenced. My Bay City lawyer said I had no real choice: sign or go back to jail. And he informed me my delayed sentencing plea deal had been negated.

    However, because my new criminal attorney and his wife were expecting a child, court proceedings for final sentencing were delayed until January 25, 2019. I spent most of the winter, alone with my animals, in isolation and terror, with the threat of jail time hanging before me.

    On January 25, 2019, I was given a stalking misdemeanor and the case was closed, with no additional jail time imposed. My Bay City lawyer said I was lucky not to return to jail and credited his own efforts. I was not impressed. I had taken the time to inform him in writing of the back story and strange recent actions with internet trolls, but he had ignored me.

    Patronized me, as if doing me a favor, he relayed, “Somebody is after you.”

    I thought to myself sarcastically, “Why are white men still allowed to be?” I needed this guy to create a clear court record, which he failed to do.

    I had been trying to tell him my story all along, that someone was after me, but he had not listened to me and had not adequately prepared himself on my behalf. His publicly shared profile says he attended area Catholic schools.


    So-called welfare checks continued in Bay City (count). I was still crying inside my home. There was no longer a lake to amplify and bounce sound, but now neighbors were living much closer by. At first, my landlady and a neighbor called the cops. Then, again following the pattern set at Lake Miramichi, eventually Michigan State police reports named no instigator.

    After the last welfare check, a black female cop, the only black cop among dozens I’ve dealt with, and only the second female cop amid a sea of white male cops, noted in the police report that my body did smell.

    Uncharacteristically, Hunter growled at her. I don’t think he’s seen many black faces. Or maybe he realized this woman was on the scene only to insult my humanity.


    That spring, I launched my website and began to combine my story with the mountains of documentation I have gathered to support my claims.

    Meanwhile, my necessary job hunt was not going well. Now, box stores did not want to hire me because of my criminal record.

    I was running out of money from the sale of the lakehouse.


    I guessed, if requested, that St. Mary Merciless would not send an exact duplicate copy of my medical records in 2019 to match what it had sent in 2013. And I as right. When I finally received the records, they were scrubbed, changed slightly and greatly reduced to hide violations of the state mental health code.

    On April 1, 2019, I called the hospital to follow up on my recent records request. Later that day, St. Mary Merciless sent the police to my home. I was accused of threatening to burn down the hospital, which I had not done. Casually, and sarcastically, I had told the two young woman I had talked to in records that the Felician nuns should have been raped by Jesus too. I was not arrested, but was provided with grounds for further action against the hospital.

    In the fall of 2019, I filed with the Michigan Civil Rights Commission numerous complaints, which were accepted, against Land of Motown Community College, Livonia Police, St. Mary Merciless, the state AG’s office, the MDHHS, various police agencies and Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College. Because of COVID, those claims are still under investigation. If one of those claims is decided in my favor, I may be able to get a second civil rights lawyer and sue somebody, finally, over the fallout from unchecked criminal psychiatry.

    A Facebook follower had told me about an obscure community college police officer state law aimed at reviewing police behavior. Both Land of Motown Community College and Inside the Thumb Mid Mitten Community College refused to review the conduct of their police officers, which provided timely grounds for action. Similarly, the MDHHS harassed me surrounding FOIA requests, which was enough basis for a complaint. Too many police welfare checks had transpired in cover up. Filing of civil rights claims finally stopped the so-called welfare checks.

    I still cry in my home.


    Haven’t I proved that I was never suicidal by now?

    In November 2019, the state tax collector emptied my back account of my last dollars because of unpaid back income taxes. I negotiated, hounded, and got my money back, with the help of a state presentative, contingent upon a repayment agreement.
    In December 2019, I finally got a job working customer service for a phone bank, servicing customers of major automobile manufacturer. When COVID hit three months later, work moved from the office to home. I coworker moved into the second bedroom in my apartment to help pay bills. I can’t imagine any other stranger would put up with my crying. He’s a discarded senior citizen with a shell-shocked life, too.

    In March 2021, I appealed to the governor and the director of the MDDHS to remove from her position the committee chairperson of the state committee of patients rights advisors. Patients rights advisors are mandated by state to work inside psychiatric wards, paid by the psychiatric ward, to ensure state law is upheld and that patients know their limited rights.
    The same patients rights advisor who had covered up violations of the state mental health code at St. Mary Merciless, in 2013, was awarded top patients rights advisor in the state, in 2018, under Republicans. At some point, she became the chairperson of the state committee of patients rights advisors of the MDHHS.

    I appeared via zoom at the March 2021 patients rights advisor committee and named the woman as the person who covered up the psychiatric crimes committed against me in 2013 at St. Mary Merciless. Her name was not included in subsequent meeting minutes, despite my request. Subsequently, she resigned her chairperson appointment and was given the job as the patients rights advisor at the state forensic psychiatric hospital in Saline, Michigan.

    Given my story, and all the nefarious actors involved, I fear I will be forced to be a recipient of her criminal so-called patients rights services again in the future.
    In September 2021, I was fired from my customer service job for asking management to admit they had sped up the assembly line of calls and associated computer work due to staff shortages, which they refused to do. Currently, I have two tentative job offers, but my background checks have been held up, for seven weeks. One potential employer said the counites involved were holding things up, which concerns me. My unemployment runs out in March 2022. I have no safety net, family or friends left.

    58 years old now, my health is poor. I have arthritis and need a hip replacement. I was recently diagnosed with heart problems, mitral value regurgitation, and a permanently injured esophagus, a condition called achalasia. My heart is broken and my story is stuck in my throat. I endure ongoing mental torture best I can.


    I have gathered evidence to support all my claims. However, without greater regard for psychiatric survivors, evidence documenting criminal psychiatry is useless, especially in this post-fact world.

    All these years, I have regularly and repeatedly written letters to my political representatives, Republican and Democrat. I have asked state representatives to sponsor a simple bill mandating that all hostile psychiatric evaluations be video recorded. No one has ever responded to my claims.

    What has happened since criminal psychiatry in retaliation is just as damaging if not more damaging than illegal looney bin lock up.

    Double gaslit in America.


  • People Don’t Recover So Spectacularly From Criminal Psychiatry. Part II.
    By Gina Fournier

    Part I of People Don’t Recover So Spectacularly From Criminal Psychiatry covers the first part of my story, psychological abuse, setup and suicide swatting by my employer, police abduction and my time held illegally by the Catholics of my youth, in a criminal mental ward, at a hospital in Livonia, Michigan, built by the old world Felician nuns who ran St. Michael’s grade school and defunct Ladywood High School. Part II and Part III cover the retaliation and negative fallout I have been forced to endure in lieu of equal protection for criminal psychiatry.

    The federal government has no idea how many Americans are involuntarily committed each year because no statistics are gathered (add source). This means that the United States also does not track the number of Americans who feel they were abused at a psychiatric hospital, which have the power of jailing citizens, with no set release date.

    Recognition for psychiatric mind rape is still decades behind existing support for sexual rape. I’ve come to the belief that mind rape is worse than sexual rape (short of murder), for one thing, because recognition of psychiatric crime is decades behind recognition for sexual crime.

    Criminal psychiatry needs brand name familiarity and its victims, including me, deserve the recognition and justice we lack. Criminal psychiatry is not “forensic psychiatry,” like the name of the state hospital in Saline, Michigan, for those deemed criminally insane by psychiatrists. The term I’ve been using, “criminal psychiatry,” refers to doctors and hospitals committing violations of the state mental health code—in my case, violations protected by state government, under Republicans and Democrats, since 2013.

    I’ve yet to read a story like my own. I did not seek psychiatry, but it still destroyed my life.


    Maliciously, on February 22, 2013, I was suicide swatted by my former employer, Land of Motown Community College (a pseudonym), on a day I said on Facebook I was trying to “save my life” from the school’s ongoing psychological attack.

    Had I been allowed phone calls, as required by state law, in the St. Mary Merciless emergency room, where I was taken unnecessarily by poorly trained all white male police, I could have called my lawyer to corroborate my story. That’s criminal psychiatry.

    I never met and was not ever evaluated by the white male doctor who away signed away my life. That’s criminal psychiatry.

    Unlike some victim of sexual abuse and rape, I have been telling my story as a psychiatric survivor since Day One, but have not been acknowledged, or released from my cage. That’s criminal psychiatry by God in the United States of America, allowed by government to grow into mental torture. And it’s not ok.

    In your God I do not trust. People do not rise from the dead and ascend to heaven, thirty-three years after virgin birth. The state of Michigan has no right to let Catholics acting criminally call this female crazy.


    Like most Americans, my liberal-leaning, Ann Arbor lawyer did not understand the terrain of psychiatry. In 2012, almost a year prior to suicide swatting, he counselled me to attend hack shrinks, as the school requested, based on its empty claims that I was suddenly severely mentally ill and dangerous. Yes, my sick husband needed the health insurance provided by my job, but walking into trap was still a huge mistake. My lawyer did not realize that no matter what I said, the school’s mercenary doctors, The Wolf and The Terminator, would tear me apart and use the DSM against me, as they were hired to do. The plan may have been ad hoc, but Land of Motown Community College wore me down, then set me up for a life sentence with psychiatric stain and stigma, and my lawyer helped. Then my husband died.

    In 2013 and 2014, I sought new legal counsel. Repeatedly, I was told my first civil rights lawyer screwed up the case. When Land of Motown Community College launched its attack, he should have countered the empty accusations hurled against me more strongly, and I never should have been counselled to attend hack shrinks. I found out that medical malpractice, in effect, does not exist for average people in Michigan, due to financial disincentives for lawyers.

    Calling it a useless gesture, my lawyer had filed an Equal Employment Opportunity Commission claim three months before suicide swatting. My claim explained that I did not have a mental illness. Instead, the school was retaliating, which is not the usual means of invoking the Americans with Disability Act. The EEOC did not take action on my behalf (it usually doesn’t). The EEOC did open the door for a court case, but I could not find replacement legal representation. Recently, I was informed by the EEOC that Land of Motown Community College never shared any documentation to support its defamatory claims against me.


    Unlike many survivors of sexual abuse, I began telling my story immediately. However, without acknowledgement for criminal psychiatry and justice for violations of the mental health code, things have only gotten worse for me.

    As planned, a month after I talked my way out of St. Mary Merciless human trafficking mental ward, I was forced to quit my tenured 100K a year teaching job at Land of Motown Community College. I wasn’t being paid and due process was being strung out. I handed them what they wanted, my resignation (it’s difficult to fire a union teacher), but one can’t remain employed with an employer willing to psychologically abuse and resort to crime in order to silence.

    I needed to stay in the area and settle my newly deceased husband’s estate, which was a huge job. Meanwhile, I could find no other work. Box store manager did not want to hire a former college English teacher with more education who mysteriously left a well-paying lifetime position. My finances drained. I lost much needed transportation. Eventually all people in my former life left my side, as I was forced to continue fighting to “save my life.” Onlookers seemed to want me to simply forget about criminal psychiatry.


    My full story does not fit comfortably into any short form. It’s reasonable to worry that people can’t handle my truth because telling my true story makes me sound crazy.
    In September 2015, two and half years after illegal and retaliatory psychiatric detainment, I could see I was losing my battle to “save my life.” But what had happened to me mattered. To remain vocal and promote my story, to continue fighting peacefully, I installed a civil rights protest.

    In desperation, I spray-painted the metaphor “Jesus raped me” on my Garden City, Michigan home, which was in foreclosure due the poverty that accompanied criminal psychiatry. The phrase grew out of my life experience raised and violated by Livonia Catholics, with inspiration from crucifix scene in The Exorcist, in which the devil in Linda Blair rapes the 12 year old with the most sacred image in Christianity. My installation was covered by local, state and local affiliates of national news, but not in a positive fashion.

    No press interested in covering the salacious angle–not the Hometown newspapers, The Detroit Free Press, the CBC local affiliate, MLive or Fox News Detroit–was willing to report outright my claim that I never met the white male doctor, who did not supervise the first-year intern, who nevertheless signed the clinical certificate to lock me up at St. Mary Merciless.

    To further explain my metaphor and expand my message, I removed the doors from the house’s interior and created more signs, which I displayed on the front lawn. “Got civil rights?” “This Could Happen to You!” “Bill Shuette, bust Pope?” Pope Francis had left Vatican City and was visiting the United States. “Investigate Livonia Catholics,” I pleaded.

    When the camera crew for Fox News Detroit showed up, I told them I did not want to appear on camera. I wasn’t wearing make-up or professional clothing, I wasn’t prepared for an interview, and I was ill-composed. I was caught up in mirth which escapes me now and laughing strenuously at the next-door neighbors having a fit. The family feud with the neighbors pre-dated my dead husband’s birth, almost 60 years prior.

    Purposely filing a sexist hatchet job, Fox News Detroit filmed me despite my wishes not be filmed and aired the footage (add link). Their newscasts reputed that I was mentally ill and that the local Garden City Police were helping me find mental health resources, neither of which were correct. For years, gawkers followed me on Facebook because of this new coverage, which was apparently broadcast beyond the metro Detroit area. Some still do (https://www.facebook.com/gina.fournier.12/).

    When I lost my home downstate, I escaped from one job desert, Garden City, to another: my dead husband’s cabin in Mid-Michigan. The cabin lacked running water because our lives had imploded before we could properly close the place down for winter. While I was locked up at St Mary Merciless human trafficking mental ward, the pipes burst. I didn’t have the money to fix them.

    Around this time, I received at the cabin, via mail delivery delayed by my move (for which I had not registered a forwarding address), a written a response from the state AG, printed on official state letterhead. He denied my request for equal protection for the long list of state criminal mental health code violations I endured: primarily, that I did not meet the requirements for involuntary detainment.

    Generally, a state AG would simply ignore a private citizen’s request, so the letter is unusual and revealing. To ground its denial, the state referenced news reports of “Jesus raped me” instead of the state mental health code. The state did not investigate where the St. Mary Merciless white male emergency room doctor was when he was not evaluating me or supervising the first-year intern who locked me up. The state did not check his phone records for his whereabouts.

    Soon after I moved to the cabin, on November 19, 2015, the Michigan State Police descended one night, after dark, during off season when few residents were around my stretch of Lake Miramichi. Two cops accused me of plotting to kill the Republican AG who denied equal protection based on the Fox News Detroit sexist hatchet job. (Add link to video) The incident with the state police was a ruse used to mark me seriously mentally ill in the area police 911 dispatch system. Six weeks before, in a one-line Facebook post, I had joked sarcastically, “Looking for a contract killer,” I meant for me. The post received two likes. No one else took the post seriously. In their report, the state police lied and said they showed me the post, which I had completely forgotten about. Even without the seeing the post that night, or recalling it, I knew the state police were up to no good.
    Another set up was in the works.

    The state AG was planning a run for governor in 2018, said to be a life-long dream. My higher education former employer, Land of Motown Community College, sits in the state’s richest county, Oakland County, formerly a Republican enclave. Notorious L. Brooks Patterson, now deceased, longtime Oakland County Executive, was one of the most influential Republican party players in the state. Protecting one of the county’s biggest name brands, the largest community college in the state, with multiple campuses, would behoove Bill Schuette.

    My story was becoming too long and too absurd.


    Between 2016 and 2018, while I lived on charity with no bank account, income, or transportation, eventually every single county and state agency that could target me at Lake Miramichi did so. I was a target who could not move, with no friendly witnesses except my dog, Hunter, and cockatiel, Louie, my dead husband’s bird, who has also since died. Louie was the last witness to watch the Livonia Police Fuck the Bitch Squad ignore my words, escalate a false police report and unnecessarily abduct me from home, in order to handle me quickly and dump my body like fenced goods, rather than appropriately clean up the mess of suicide swatting.

    In April 2016, a representative from local office of the state department of health and human services suddenly appeared, as if magically, bearing McDonald’s like a bribe, but he would not listen to my claims about criminal psychiatry. He would not reveal who alerted the Michigan Department of Health and Human Services either. That first MDHHS representative, who was generally kind but mistreated me with his devilish details, was replaced by a woman who was not kind, and who became psychologically abusive. Her cover was the false promise that she was going to help me replace my plumbing, which she never did.

    In July 2016, as I was returning from a food pantry, Osceola County police pulled me over for a loud muffler. In the previous fourteen years of going up north, since 2002, I had never seen any police patrol on Route 66 or the country roads between Lake Miramichi and Evart, none in the surrounding area, but that changed after “Jesus raped me” and the involvement of the state police. Osceola County took my vehicle, my husband’s old Ford Explorer that some strangers had gotten running for me, and I was forced to walk a few miles home, until a farmer gave me a ride (and later dropped off groceries in my driveway). I lacked car insurance, so Osceola County threatened to jail me. I lost my vehicle, which was impounded. The food donations were left inside the vehicle, the dry goods with preservatives, the eggs abandoned to rot and smell. I was not jailed but given a misdemeanor.

    Power began creating a criminal record in association with my name, instead of the criminals at the school, among police and at the hospital who compromised my life.
    The cabin was not centrally heated. My full-time job became wood collection, by any means available. I was thankful for donations, especially of hard oak, but still needed to gather heating supplies to feed the Franklin stove fireplace for the long winter that lasted into April. After my car was taken, I hauled wood. I made like an ox using a wheel barrow when the road was dry, and a sled when the road was snow-covered. I identified down wood, sawed it into piles, hauled it, and then stacked it on the porch or under plastic tarps on the ground around the saw horse.

    It was the best of times and the worst of times. I existed in nature 24-7, and I was afraid of nature 24-7.

    I am not a chain saw person, though we had one. I used a 24-inch bow pruning saw to cut branches from tinder to log. Daily outdoor exercise kept me going through three winters, which blows even my mind. However, I now need a hip replacement I can’t afford.


    The pressure from criminal psychiatry has never let up.

    In February 2017, the country taxwoman wanted to take the cabin due to unpaid property back taxes. A judge appointed by Democrats gave me extra time. In February 2018, a judge appointed by Republicans said no. It’s easier to lock up, either in a looney bin or jail, a homeless person.

    Suicide swatting followed me up north. (count number of times)

    DO NOT call them police welfare checks, not when people are more likely to be harmed or murdered than helped. I learned to have my camera cell phone charged and ready to document the interludes. Repeatedly, on camera, recorded, which makes police visibly uncomfortable, I said I was not suicidal but needed justice from the crimes committed February 22-28, 2013, by the school, Livonia Police and the Catholics who raised me. Police routinely ignored my claims and called me crazy in their reports.

    The problem was complex. At a private lake community, because of unchecked and unacknowledged criminal psychiatry, I cried inside my home, next to a lake, where sound carries. The cabin sat on a county line, so police from two counties, Mecosta and Osceola County, plus the state police were dispatched, alternatively and in pairs.

    Worst of all, a white male police officer employed under my Land of Motown Community College’s two-time chief of campus police suicide swatter (the second time occurred a year after I was forced to quit my job, when the cover up had begun) lived across the street, it turned out. There are 10,000 lakes in Michigan. What are the chances? I’m guessing he did not appreciate my second civil rights protest signs, installed up north, especially the one which called for his boss, by name, to be jailed for making false police reports.

    Strangers have caused me great headache by misreading my Facebook posts, in which I have consistently asked for justice. Incredibly, one time, Freedom of Information Access records show that Facebook itself instigated a police welfare check through a lawyer from Ireland. By that point, I was sensing I would never be allowed justice or allowed to heal from the effects of criminal psychiatry. Things were never going to improve for me and only grow worse until I was crushed, and possibly locked up again. In isolation, I was trapped in a dangerous hell on earth no one would acknowledge, ironically not suicidal but perhaps needing to change my position, intellectually speaking, to end dangerous and debilitating mental torture.


    I have tried everything I can think of stop this hell. Using a welfare phone with unreliable signal (and intermittent internet access borrowed from neighbors around the lake), I called the National Suicide Lifeline Hotline, not because I was suicidal, but because I needed ultrahazardous mental torture to end. Did Lifeline have any resources for people who have been suicide swatting? The person who answered had no idea what I was talking about, assumed I was passing word salad, and wanted to call the police for another potentially life-threatening welfare check. Quickly, I hung up.


    Eventually, FOIA reports show that state police stopped documenting the name of an instigator for so-called welfare checks. Criminal Catholic God must have sent them. I had asked the Felician Nuns to advocate on my behalf to Trinity Health, who now owns St. Mary Merciless. Over the phone, a nun told me her superior said no. And that she would pray for me. Maybe it was the state Republican AG running for governor initiating the police hits. Or maybe it was a local county prosecutor. Clearly, a party with ill-intent had become involved.
    There is no doubt I was being watched. The police accosted me at home at first but so-called welfare checks starting happening in town, too.

    Outside the Evart Library, on the day Trump was inaugurated, police reports say I was harassed because they had confused me with another local, which I believe to be absolute bullshit. I had never before seen the city police harassing citizens on either of the two main streets that constitute the city of Evart. Six months later, at the sole grocery store, Foster’s, I was accosted in the parking lot by one of the state police officers, a diminutive female, who had harassed me on behalf of the state AG. She was backed up by Evart City police.
    Talking about the imposed pain of suicide swatting on Facebook does not mean a person is suicidal, but just using the “s” word forced upon me in order to try and remove its stigma and stain has been misused to cause me serious trouble.

    As a result of my experiences, I have been taught to distrust all police organizations and police officers.

    Humbled, I utilized the Mecosta Osceola Transit Authority to get around. Mostly, the service provided rides for adults with mental and physical disabilities. What is normally a twenty-minute ride to town took a couple of hours each way on bumpy unpaved roads due to all the stops at private homes, except for mine, because of the lake’s status as private property. I was picked up and dropped off on the main road, outside Lake Miramichi property, at least a half mile from home.

    Under such circumstances, a person buying groceries with charity is not planning suicide. For real, not the old joke of walking miles just to go to school, I had to carry what food I bought home uphill.

    One good outcome of Facebook? I was sent cash and some goods by strangers through the mail.

    A local who took pity on me, who does not wish to be named, became my benefactor, otherwise I never would have survived.


    A Lake Miramichi summertime neighbor had told me that a cop from Oakland County lived across the street. My intuition was perked. Did the neighbor mean a cop from Land of Motown Community College or Oakland University, two similar school names routinely confused?

    In early May 2017, a process server aggressively opened the screen door and threw in some paperwork, then let the door swing shut on its own as he ran off. I was to appear in court in one week’s time regarding a request for a personal protection order by a man I had never met.

    The cop says he bought his house years earlier but we never saw anyone at the property. Before his death, my husband and I came up weekends. Maybe the cop and his wide came up week days.

    No one stalks a cop. I didn’t stalk a cop, especially one I had never met and could not pick out of a police lineup. I did cry inside my home on the lake. My cries do include anti-Catholic curses. But I was accused of standing in the man’s driveway every weekend and yelling for hours, even threatening the lives of his grown children, which I did not do. I have never met his adult children.

    My ordeal with criminal psychiatry was encouraged to grown and morph into another no-win ordeal as a poor person set up in the unequal legal system.


    I had not me the cop who accused me of stalking him, but I had met the cop’s wife, in the spring of 2016, it must have been.

    A regular dog walker, I was in the habit of walking near my dogs, Dalva, and after her death, Hunter, on leash but allowing my dogs the freedom to sniff without me holding the leash, which had not been a problem in the preceding years.

    One day, after escaping up north, as we walked by the cop’s property, the police couple’s retired police dog, a German Shepperd, which I had never before seen, ran off their property to chase my dog, Hunter, also a German Shepperd, but one without the training to attack. The cop’s dog chased Hunter onto my property, where Hunter was bitten around the neck, leaving puncture wounds. Stupidly, I did not call the cops because at that point I have never seen cops at tranquil Lake Miramichi. The cop’s wife felt the need to jump on an ATV to save my dog from hers.


    No surprise, the dirty cop’s wife was also dirty. Through sleuthing I discovered she was responsible for suicide swatting at least once, Labor Day Weekend in 2016, about which she lied to police dispatch, by giving a nonexistent home address. Later in court regarding the ppo, she lied under oath to the judge about her behavior.

    Timing is everything. After court, when I had means, I obtained FOIA records which listed the bogus address and the wife’s actual phone number, which matched Michigan State Police records, with her name not redacted.

    Under oath, the cop for Land of Motown Community College named the school, the HR lawyer who executed the school’s attack and my two-time suicide swatter, campus chief of police, the cop’s boss, as the source of information that I was crazy dangerous. What was actually psychological abuse and suicide swatting were pointed to as the basis, the cop argued disingenuously, that he and his family needed court protection from me.
    To malign me further, somehow the cop even brought up the ppo a judge downstate had granted against my deceased husband, five years earlier, in 2012, four months before illegal looney bin lock up.

    The court transcripts, and other documents, are posted in full on my website https://ginafournierauthor.com/


    With encouragement from Land of Motown Community College, my husband’s world had detonated more quickly than mine.

    During the early fall of 2012, Chris verbally abused me and hounded me to move out, all of sudden, to separate from the firestorm in my professional life and to try and salvage what was left of his own life. By October, I was forced to leave, in the middle of the night, I hoped temporarily.

    My name was not on either house. Chris was always afraid his name was not on either house due to the way things went down after his parents died. Chris was afraid both the Garden City and Lake Miramichi homes would be lost due to the school’s psychological attack, so Chris filed for divorce. Simultaneously, Chris thought he was dying, which his doctor discredited, but Chris was right. Two years prior, a kidney had been removed due to an undiagnosed blood disorder.

    I requested and was granted a ppo against my husband in October. In November, Chris requested a retaliatory ppo, but the judge did not buy his story that I was a danger to my six-foot four husband. Family court was the last time I saw Chris alive and conscious.
    In December 2012, hours after Christmas, he died, after five days in the hospital. A third string intern called me just in time. Doctors did not know how to treat simultaneous bleeding and blood clotting. Chris had not called me while he was conscious due to the ppo.
    Wanting to hold my own in divorce and needing to keep Chris from talking to Land of Motown Community College cost too way much.


    There is one main road around Lake Miramichi, on which people drove cars and ATVs and walked their dogs, in season. No other witnesses corroborated the lying cops’ story as witnesses. Their adult children did not show up or testify. It was too early in the season for me to ask neighbors to testify on my behalf. Plus, no one liked my civil rights protest signs: “Trying to save my life” “Ride to town? (no offers), or version two of “Jesus raped me.” In both cases, downstate in Garden City and up north at Lake Miramichi, I repainted” Jesus raped me” with “Act Peace,” which attracted zero press coverage.

    In the 49th District Court, in May 2017, the judge did not wait to see the supposed video evidence of me standing in the cop’s driveway, allegedly taunting and threatening the couple hour after hour, weekend after weekend. The Republican judge granted the ppo based on the couple’s testimony only. The only other person in the courtroom was the court reporter.

    I felt the set up encircling me, but couldn’t fully recognize it yet: no matter what transpired, I would have been locked up in jail for violating the ppo, whether or I did or not.

    For me, retaliatory jail following set up for illegal looney bin lock up is all part of criminal psychiatry, inextricably.

  • Article: “Grisi sikins, instead, makes these Afro-indigenous Latina women the object of desire and amplifies their worth. Canonically, the men who conjure the demons do so because they feel rejected by the women, and therefore, they are desired not only by the men but also by the demon.

    In addition, the existence of the demon possessing women exposes that sorcery is being practiced, which then hurts the men—as they are exiled once found out.

    “Here, desire is a pivotal role, but it is not conceived as an undergirding sexual drive. Here, desire is experienced as a societal drive for power, which demands social treatments and a socially attuned understanding, instead of an individualizing, pathologizing gaze.”

    Response: But the roots are still sexist? Even though psychiatry misreads the nature of the sexism?

    Ironically, I just watched the film and read William Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist, said to be based on a real life case of exorcism in the states. However, when the author crafted his novel, published in 1971, he changed the main character from male to female.

    The popular title sold well especially as a film, but the sexism inherent in a fictional account of the most popular deity in Christianity ostensibly sexually violating a female with the main object of faith, a crucifix, thanks to demonic possession, didn’t register with fans as sexist or stop sales in the US. The movie was the most successful horror film for decades and won the Academy award for best picture. Americans liked watching a 12 year old girl possessed and violated.

    When I used a metaphor based on The Exorcism to describe my own criminal violation in the mental ward of a Catholic hospital, people were outraged. Not at the crimes committed against me, but at my audacious though fair description.


  • Here’s a psychiatrist speaking her mind (just discovered on Drop the Disorder Facebook page)

    Sexy But Psycho: How the Patriarchy Uses Women’s Trauma Against Them Hardcover – 10 Mar. 2022
    by Dr Jessica Taylor (Author)

    From back cover (according to Amazon):

    “Psychiatry is the patriarchy with a prescription pad. Read this book and start a revolution.”

    Jesus the first DSM psychotic, YES!


  • Interview: “The other thing I’m thinking of is a seminar Janet Helms gave within the APA trust—“We hold these truths” with people within the ethnic minority psychology groups that are also somewhat marginalized by APA. In this series, they were put front and center after the murder of George Floyd. She opened her lecture by saying she would talk about white male heterosexual privilege, which she pronounced as “WIMP.” She said, “all of our symptoms derive from WIMP, and that includes white men’s symptoms too.” That’s what I’m hoping clinicians can be more conscious of in their work.”

    I think this concept of WIMP is critical and likely why psychaitry is so screwed up. I know many of my own problems with criminal psychaitry, actual violations of the state mental health code, plus retaliation, stem from WIMP dominate culture.

    Glad to know older feminists are still at work and vibrant and being interviewed, to remember the 60s and 70s and 80s and 90s, in the work of the present.

  • Thanks for all comments analyzing this interview.

    I just finished reading Gary Greensberg’s Book of Woe about the DSM, not the first critique of the “bible” of psychiatry I’ve read. I must boast: no one needed to tell me as an adult that the DSM is nonsense, but I have sought professional critiques.

    As a victim of criminal psychiatry, violations of the state mental health code (violations in addition to nonsense psychiatric moves), I can’t get over my bad luck. I was violated at a religious hospital, built by the nuns who raised me and of course believed in the Christian bible. Meanwhile, seems pretty clear to me that if Jesus were born now, he’d be locked up (not crucified) based on the DSM. Seems the faithfuls’ deity is the first historical schizophrenic with god delusions, to this non believer, bible to bible.

    Meanwhile, a doctor who never met me, never evaluated me in the emergency room, labeled me suicidal and bipolar, a condition that does not exist, based on nonsense bias and counting games, based on non-evaluation, and transferred me to the mental ward involuntarily unconscious. I had said I was trying to “save my life” that day on Facebook. I had been set up by my EEOC documented psychologically hostile employer, but my true story was disbelieved by a first year intern who was not supervised.

    And there has been zero protection for me. Only fallout which continues nine years later.



  • “tms for depression side effects” in Google did not return this article in first three pages

    “TMS therapy quackery” a Google suggested search returned your previous MAD article on first page

    “TMS therapy negative reviews” a Google suggested search returned your previous MAD article on the third page

    Using this article’s exact title returned the article in Google as first result

  • Article: “More important, as I wrote in my MIA essay “Can TMS Hurt You?,” TMS is neither non-invasive nor free of side effects. And far from inducing remission of depression symptoms in from 30% to 80% of patients (depending on whose marketing materials you read), for thousands of people like me, it wasn’t effective. Instead, it produced a host of unlisted side effects and debilitating new symptoms, bringing lasting damage to our health and lives.

    Common side effects reported among the 1,800 members of the “Victims of TMS Action Group” I started on Facebook include: long-lasting or permanent cognitive impairment and memory recall, extreme irritability, intense and long-lasting anxiety and depression, panic attacks, new suicidal ideation, chronic headaches and migraines, dizziness, nausea, fatigue, tinnitus, depersonalization and derealization, and environmental sensitivities. People also report a host of less-common problems that are no less distressing and significant.”

    Thank you, author, and thank you, Mad in America, for publishing author.

    My personal opinion is only strengthened. The nonsense of religion, especially this country’s denominate religion, accepted by so many for so long, makes the nonsense of psychiatry so palatable to the masses, who don’t want to and feel they don’t have the time or need to read and research, who can’t find this website, who want a quick fix, who believe marketing too readily.

    I wonder how often an article like this one, this exact article, comes up in searches when people do conduct some research?

  • Still reading. Without a table of contents, I don’t know how much mental torture and physical restraint you endure. How much more of this crap treatment? I know you get out, which is the best news.

    What I am tempted to do is give you feedback on the series as if you were a participant in the writers workers shop in which I am a participant, devoted to reimaging mental health care, to let you know what I think would make your story more accessible to the public and sellable to publishers. But you haven’t asked for such feedback.

    But I do want to say, I’m still reading.

    I do hope your series for Mad in America will cover your own assessment of the mental health struggles/behaviors that got you caught up in the forensic psychiatric system.

    If you had a do-over, would you go the criminal route or the forensic psychiatric route?


  • “I now recognise that I was experiencing a ‘mixed affective state’ as a direct result of the antidepressants, where I was suffering from depressed and manic features at the same time!

    It was at this juncture where I believe my bipolar disorder was first created, yet all of these obvious symptoms went undiagnosed, because the extent of the care I received was so cursory, lacking, and, quite frankly, grossly negligent and substandard.”

    If I read and understand correctly, the narrator feels that psychiatric care caused him problems and one doctor used drugs and other therapies to solve those problems. And that the narrator feels better now, which is great.

    Breath. Exhalation. What a quandary.

    It muddies the terrain so much when some critics of psychiatry accept and others reject the DSM labels, especially when those who accept the labels also reject some of the drug therapies.

    So many jaggedy edges.

    We all want to be heard and believed, but if sympathetic ears have also read that no drug therapy has proven itself more effective than a placebo, even sympathetic ears may be inclined to doubt praise for a new drug therapy. I hope the narrator can understand.

    May your recover and remission hold.

  • Therapists who play god have a disordered personality. Rapists and child abusers have a disordered personality. Political monsters have a disordered personality. Greedy capitalists have a disordered personality. Labelling patients stressed out by life with this monstrous biased title?

    Psychiatry has a personality disorder.

    Can’t Mad do something in regards to celebrities, I’m thinking the SNL guy, who spout this nonsense? Some kind of campaign, empathetic and humorous?

    Pete, don’t trust any doctor who will tell you your millions-making personality is disordered! Others will believe the nonsense! Be kind to the world!

  • “Health misinformation,” such as the kind that challenges psychiatric orthodoxy, “is a serious threat to public health,” proclaims the US Surgeon General.

    Yes it is, but somehow damaging status quo psychiatry is still getting away with slow but sure murder.

    Wow. I just got out of the hospital after hip replacement surgery. Criminal psychiatry unchecked mentally tortures me and impoverished me, so I found myself playing ox to keep warm three winters I lived pretty much off the grid. Collecting and dragging wood kept me in tune with nature, which was very healthy, but destroyed my hip. Lack of dental care hastened some strong arthritis. Add it all up? Hip replacement on government assistance, Medicaid. Simultaneously, crying while stuck in mental torture, minus justice or public acknowledgement for my hell story, my hell story stuck in my throat has contributed to achalasia, which destroys needed muscles in the esophagus. Yesterday, I was in the hospital unable to have anybody listen to me or help me when a swallowing episode cropped up post surgery, after my concrete job offer with a power company made moves to rescind the much needed offer. The hospital staff took away morphine at the same time, so I was slammed. How much more trauma before my body permanently fails? My life has become so beyond scary.

    I am an experiment in criminal mental health care, actual violations of the existing mental health care code in Michigan, and the negative effects of stress on physical well being. Not sure how I am supposed to recover or survive if I can’t even swallow water. I called the gastrointestinal medical office from the hospital and a someone called me back while I was still in the hospital, my esophagus spasming, to say, they could not help me with the intense not-swallowing, upper sphincter esophagus episode I was having. I know trauma brought on the episode.

    Add homelessness? It’s too much. The job offer may be rescinded due to my background check, which includes a bogus stalking misdemeanor, as retaliation for asking for justice for criminal psychiatry. (All claims documented. Not even on these pages have I read a story like mine.) I had already cleared the back ground check hurdle months ago, but it came back around again, after a formal job offer had been made and a start date set after surgery, April 11.

    Cut off from morphine the day after major surgery, not being able to swallow, esophagus choking, being kicked out of a chaotic orthopedic ward (standard procedure to send people home the next day), and facing further economic devastation, all because of criminal psychiatry?

    I am still hoping this magazine will publish part II and part III of my story. Fallout from criminal psychiatry is still psychiatry at work, ruining lives. Things only become more grim in my life.


  • From the White House (part of plan to increase funding for existing mental health care approaches) “Expand early childhood and school-based intervention services and supports. Half of all mental disorders begin before the age of 14. And when systems act to promote well-being at early developmental stages, youth reap the mental and emotional benefits for years to come. The American Rescue Plan dedicated millions of dollars to youth mental health. The President’s FY23 budget builds on this investment and proposes to make historic investments in youth mental health services, including more than $70 million in infant and early childhood mental health programs. For example, Project LAUNCH works to ensure that the systems that serve young children have the resources and knowledge to foster their social, emotional, cognitive, and behavioral development. The FY23 budget will also continue funding for the Maternal, Infant, and Early Childhood Home Visiting Program of the Department of Health and Human Services, which supports new families by teaching positive parenting skills, conducting developmental and mental health screenings, promoting school readiness, and linking to community resources and supports. Additionally, the President’s FY23 budget will propose to dramatically expand funding for community schools by increasing funding for the Full-Service Community School program by over $400 million dollars relative to current levels – a more than ten-fold increase. Community schools provide a range of wraparound supports to students and their families, including mental health services and other integrated student supports.”

    Scary sounding stuff, adding support to current damaging practices.

    I directed the White House to this article.