I got arrested for public intox in 1995 and because I was already on probation and I could have gone to jail they threw me in a hospital for a 4 or 5 days with all these lunatics. One kid thought he could do magic, there were a few droolers, and a few kids who were like drunken delinquent gang members who were probably there because of some technicality that their lawyer pulled off for em.
It was an interesting place to be for the short time I got to be there. I became the hero of all the crazies inside when they had to let me go. I mean, if you’re not crazy, you’re not crazy no matter how much money a hospital or pharma company wants to make. I should probably be quiet. I have a lot of grievances with the “mental health” system as it is. No need to go on a tirade any longer than this.
But the fact is fuse, he very well coulda been telling you the whole story. The sick part of all this is that as they’re destroying your life and raping your freedom and prodding you and violating your privacy and your personhood and treating you like some specimen they actually in their minds believe that they are helping you and they’ve got a whole cookie cutter line about denial and self control and how the brain is a mystery that they understand but can’t explain to you in any proper way. One of the worst feelings in the world is that of being overtaken by a bunch of people that you know are not as smart as you. Especially when it’s via the use of some kind of force. I had to ride almost 200 miles in the back of a van with my hands and feet zip tied together when I was 15 or so because my parents thought I was on drugs. Insanity. I wasn’t.
Ok. I’m stopping.