I’ve been frustrated for many years by my inability as a writer to publicize the existence and history of the mental patients’ movement. For quite a while, American society and the mental illness Establishment within, (via its allies in the media,) have clobbered me with a one-two punch of slander and subsequent censorship. It’s bad enough that these entities have no respect for the sanctity of my life; when I cry out in pain, my screams are muffled. The control, moderation, and limitation of every facet of every patient’s life is absolutist and monolithic in nature. I once sent a very nice piece I’d written to the editors of the newsletter put out by the Church of Scientology. I thought, for sure, they’d be willing to publish it considering their Church’s avowed stance against psychiatry. Well, not only did they not publish it, I couldn’t even get them to come to the telephone when I followed up my submission with a phone call. Over the years I’ve submitted to a myriad of publications including the great, the wonderful Rolling Stone Magazine. All have censored me. Alright, so maybe there’s a specific reason why editors/publishers won’t publish patient authors who try to publicize what patients are doing. The editors are aware that there are many opportunists out there who, upon learning of the existence of a movement of mental patients, would try to jump on this bandwagon. But still… I’ve submitted a couple of times to the editors of MIA. On both occasions, I was told what I had sent wasn’t long enough. I’m a self-taught author who has never taken any courses in journalism or creative writing. Maybe this is why nothing I write is any longer than a vignette of one or two pages. My stories never contain any documentation.