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Taking the rot

Psychiatrist’s parrots –

Scared little things

With clipped wings

Repeating as well

As they can remember

The accumulated brainwashing,

Pegging it out to dry,

To re-wear torn and threadbare.

Protest? Me? In the street? In Queen Victoria?

Image (c) Initially NO

 

When, I was under my last treatment order, uncertain if I’d ever be able to get off it, placed on a depot injection that left me no possibility of not having the neuroleptics doing their damage to me, during that time, I felt like I was awaiting execution, or rather I was being executed slowly, painfully, every day as the neuroleptics mangled, bashed and eroded my ability, thinking and happiness with constant pain and numbing of physical movement and intellect, uglifying, stupefying – destroying me.

 

Image (c) Initially NO

Sensibly exposing the abuse

Remembering a time

I couldn’t talk about

How psychiatry had harmed me,

Lest someone think that I was ill,

Because I was accusing ‘health providers’,

Of abusing me.

So my mind, in confusion, and overwhelming

Grief at their outrageous denial, took a parallel path

And said some things

That were symbolic of what

Had happened to me,

Hoping that would be understood better.

But those things weren’t. Anything I said,

Got me put in the hands of my abusers.

It did take longer to be abducted, though,

When I didn’t mention psychiatry,

People didn’t immediately assume I was psychiatry’s lab-human

And needed to be returned to their laboratory.

I knew the sort of person I shouldn’t talk to, by then,

But understanding was still absent then, in pretty much everyone,

To my courtroom truths, as well as my poetic truths.

All paths to exposing the abuse were

Blocked into further threats to me,

That eventually got carried out.

That kind of pressure, that kind of denial,

It’s too much to handle and still be sensible.

 

 

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Deep fried logic

 

Researchers have found

That after inducing psychosis

In rats by feeding them C₁₀H₁₅N,

That if you take

Deep fried chips

And inject that into

The veins of the ‘psychotic’ rats,

The rats become placid.

Scientists advocate,

The use of deep fried chips

For schizophrenia,

Could produce

Promising results.

 

 

 

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When pills are in your life rather than people

And, for the public’s information and safety, films like ‘Osage County’ need to not mislead the public. A person addicted to as many barbiturates and SSRIs as the mother in this film is, cannot go cold turkey, or reduce quickly without a huge risk of heart attack occurring.

             When a person takes substances every day for weeks, or months, the body and mind adjusts to the chemicals, when they’re withdrawn, the body and mind goes into shock and doesn’t know how to adjust, and that can be fatal.

             Alcoholics have to dry out carefully. I don’t understand how this film got past the censors. If someone copies what the Julia Roberts character did in the film, they could kill the person who is addicted to such substances.

 

Anyway until all Medical Practitioners agree to help people safely withdraw from psychiatric drugs, there's  a free guide HERE as well as the new ICARUS project guide http://www.theicarusproject.net/HarmReductionGuideComingOffPsychDrugs

Psychiatry

Some people who profit by bio-psychiatry, or think they do because they've been inducted by the advertising, would like to tell me not to talk about psychiatry truthfully, even though I'm a psychiatric survivor who experienced 14 years of torture, via the hands of psychiatrists and my government that supports forced drugging and electrocution. I'd happily stop talking about the abuses of psychiatry, if psychiatry stopped abusing people. I'd happily ignore it. But, right now, the reality is:

(I'll just rephrase that a bit for those who didn't think that poster was clear enough.) Psychiatrists get monetary power-trip enjoyment out of harming people, fucking them, whoring them for drug testing, making them feel like something far less relevant than animals, who have activists signing up corporations and famous movie stars to aid in their fight to stop animals being harmed.

I hope you understand by now, and I don't have to reiterate in yet another way what's happening to people in Australia,  to children, adults, the elderly... Nearly 50 per cent of the population, according to Better health.vic.gov.au, are 'mentally ill'. Nearly 50 per cent of Australians are um... huh? Hypnotised into thinking they can have a panacea for emotional pain. Sorry folks grief is natural, hearing voices is often an aspect of letting go of a loved one, or loved life-style, as well as depression, anxiety, and doing rituals and... psychiatry is a weird cult you don't want to get into. I've never got into religions or cults, that's why psychiatry immediately struck me as non-medical, not scientific, not helpful and a self-serving suck on government funds. Please read enough to know what makes genuine sense and what doesn't.

Stigma? Oh that, it's never going to go away...

Father of the shooter believed that the mass murderer’s artistic skills, masked his football aptitudes. ‘Footballers hurt people, artists just don’t,’ he said. ‘I’ve been scouring job recruiting articles for an answer, that’s what I think it is. He was footballistic, not just artistic.’

An analogy, yes... so understand,

It's not okay to use the same terms of abuse for victims of crimes, that are used for perpetrators ie 'schizophrenia'. It is not okay to use a medical diagnosis to condemn a person to torture. Hearing voices is a natural human experience, it is NOT an indication of being inhumane, it's actually about people who attempt to think about other's points of view, that the individual does not agree with, but because those opinions have been imposed on people, the cornered person has to think about them, in a way that doesn't change their core identity. When a person is upset by voices, it's generally an indication of a societal problem, a silence, abuse, vilification and secrecy, that needs to have open, but safe discussion with people who are trustworthy, not bio-psychiatrists who are liable to drug a child/ adult for attempting to speak out against bullying and discrimination, because they are expressing this in a symbolic way, or from another point of view, as well displaying emotional distress, or shock.

Seclusion and restraint of the alien

Dragged in, as I passively

Resist – no kicking, no punching

And yet they restrain me

On a stretcher, arms and legs

Tied down in the ambulance

As I am taken to the unit

Where there’s a room

With a mattress on the floor.

They hold me down

And inject me

With Acuphase,

Used on cattle, a major tranquiliser

That causes utter pain and fatigue.

I know they will use this on me indefinitely,

As they have before. I know, I am in for,

At least a year of this drug, or many, many more.

But I still hope, my friends will burst in,

Tell the psychiatrists to go to hell,

Drag the bastards into court, or threaten to

And I’ll be released from the massive suffering

They’ve begun to subject me to.

But at that time, I had no friends that supportive.

Flash back to the muscle-memory of

The nurses undressing me

And putting their ugly baggy pyjamas

On my body.

Then, they locked the door, locked me in.

I, singing and moving around

Until I’m thirsty

And tired from the chemicals

And need to urinate.

I bang on the door,

Demanding what I need, bang for quite a while

Before they give me

A bedpan and a cup of water

On the floor

And the door is locked again

For many more hours.

I can't get away from that horrible feeling easily

That memory of being violated with the approval of government.

If I’d been violent,

I’d be so ashamed

And fearful of myself,

I doubt I would ever

Fight the wall of prejudice

Enough to be heard.

I’d probably agree

To be compliant

With continuing prescriptions

That rotted my insides

And kept me sleepy,

Shamed and disabled,

Hating myself

Until I died swallowing

Their lies and abuse.

My life shortened –

Only two thirds of what

It should be.

My suffering not allowed,

Not given validation,

Made the subject of ‘jokes’,

Of prejudiced accusations,

My life turned into

Someone else’s living.

Their intelligence qualified,

My thoughts and insights

Derided and shut down.

But I was not violent,

So they had no reason

To attack me,

No warrant for arrest,

No crime to be confessed.

I was outraged;

I was protesting in symbology;

I wanted something to shift

In them and me,

So I didn’t feel like an alien

And they didn’t act

Like I was nobody

And tell me what I had to say was nothing.

I heard crap on the radio,

I heard piss on the television,

Nothing but psychiatrisms

Eroding my life with  forced treatment regimes.

But the internet changed everything.

Suddenly gone were the censors

And those who labelled me.

I got to choose

Who I connected with.

I got to agree

And gain agreements,

Even tell my story

And attend a like-minded conference.

So long had my thoughts

Been trapped in seclusion

And actively restrained

By a derogatory word,

Or look from those

Who were not my friends,

That threatened more violations

Should I attempt to argue back.

They could make that call,

They could put me away

Have me drugged

And so scared of knock-out

Anaesthetics and electro-shocks,

Or higher doses of what I was given,

That I’d let them mock me,

And let their voices echo

Within me to make redundant

My bright insightful intelligence

That kicked their bigot nonsense.

I turned into self-hate,

Instead of protesting

What made me furious.

So long had bastards

Been standing on my breasts,

I could hardly breathe without

Thinking if it was okay with them.

But I could not say

I needed to get things

Off my chest, if I did,

I’d be dragged off again.

So many times they did that,

For so much of my youth.

But now I’m speaking

And people are starting to listen.

Society is coming out of its trance.

They don’t all agree

To salute psychiatry.

Protest is being allowed.

Sometimes that protest

Even peeps into television and radio

And the public glean

An inkling of our distress.

It’ll be a long time

Before people stop using

The derogatory terms.

It’ll be a long time

Before people understand

How to assist a person in crisis

Without getting frightened and angry

At the person’s grief, causing more distress.

It has to be soon,

Our government must stop

Allowing psychiatry to abuse us.

They harm us without us committing a crime,

They harm us for one reason –

We are already in distress.

Give us validation,

Give us understanding,

Actively listen

And realise it is in your interest.

We are all different,

But we are part of one thing,

A planet called Earth,

Even if we feel like an alien.

 

 

(image (c) Initially NO, volume 6 of the adult picture book series BEINGS. The CAT team are, a group of thugs who drag people away to psychiatric facilities, drug and electrocute them, and that's not fiction anymore than the above confessional poem. The CAT team think they are 'trained' to be the handler of people, who are in crisis and their torturous handling can be called 'care'.)

Victoria wants to continue electrocuting children

Do not allow the state of Victoria (Australia) to continue its barbaric practises. It's amazing how psychiatrists and their cult following, can claim using Propofol (the drug that killed Michael Jackson)  to knock a child out, every week for at least 10 consecutive operations of brain-damaging electrocution can be called 'health care'. Especially when the children suffering emotional crisis, alienation, grief, have not had their truths witnessed or validated. Perhaps abuse hasn't even been stopped, rather the child is made to feel they're 'wrong', 'faulty' and must be punished with electrocution like a US mass murderer on death row, and must 'put up with' the other abuses as well.

Victorian people must gain understanding of what they're doing to children, who do not want to be harmed this way, who are often victims of crime, or suffering loss, or had trauma while they were in the womb.
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Adherence to the system, so 'to avoid confronting repressed early suffering'. (The truth will set you free, Alice Miller, 2001). This is the reason why some children who've suffered psychiatric abuse, might later, while still in 'care' defend psychiatry vehemently. 'Talking liberates prisoners from their blindness, giving them access to awareness and protecting them from mindless acting out... The recognition and admiration desperately needed, which was denied them in childhood... Unlike adult survivors of torture, children subjected to organised humiliation do not recount what has been done to them. They are too ashamed.' But will, 'inflict their own children with the same treatment they endured.'

Here's a direct link to Victoria's new draconian Mental Health Act to be put into for July 2014.