Psychiatry is an institution and men found out long ago that profit could be made from people who became insane. When i was a little girl i knew because i wasn’t a boy i had limitations. My world surrounding me and my mother’s issues in her marriage to my dad and my dad’s abusive behavior led me to spend long hours wishing everyone on earth would disappeear and that i would have the whole world just to myself. It is men who have created psychiatry and male scientists who have created the drugs to force onto people who lose touch with reality and who have suffered abusive childhoods. It was my brother who suggested i first contact a psychiatrist because he wanted to learn the truth about the meds having been involed with psychiatry too. Then after i had a few admissions and being drugged myself he asked me the question. Do i think psyche meds work. I said i didn’t. The next we knew he topped himself. My very brave mother kept me away from abusive doctors and although she could never leave my dad because she hadn’t the means financially she did protect me until during another breakdown and being vulnerable my brother suggested i contact one. The road my life took then led me to social exclusion and a marriage that basically wasn’t a happy one. I had a son. Of course his childhood was affected because of my breakdowns due to my husband not being able to support us financially or in any other way for that matter. He died of lung cancer ten years ago. Before this i ended the marriage. I have been attempting for ten years to become drug free. I have finally made it. I actually didn’t even know the man i married. It wasn’t until years of living with him i realised what he was and why he married me. As long as it remains a man’s world institutions and societies and relationships will be created by people who are totally out of touch with mother nature and just how to create environments that bring sacred childhoods to thrive. The difference with men and women is that women create life and in a man’s world we are penalised for it. I miss my mother very much and i cherish her memory. I don’t miss my husband whatsoever. I live for my son now. I could never protect him unfortunately. We both get by. I hated my father. My son is a beautiful person and we support one another. I am devoted to helping him stay well. I am also aware of the world he too lives in this man’s world which has nothing to offer him whatsoever in which we both have existed. The most i can hope for is that he gets by. I know i will now.