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Psychiatry by Dummies
A light on the black
probing as an alien
looking at my cranium
with a red pick axe
When muscles fight back.
Closed, stubborn paper sticks.
Cheap medicine makes me sick.
The needle attacks,
and the chair they stack-
comforting pillows, satin.
My teeth against the baton,
sudden jolt, contact.
They say 'it's a fact'
'we know what's best for your health'
Zap my memories to death.
In the fatal act:
I sit and smile, blank
I think about tea, tuesday
knowing who I am one day.
Knowing what I lack.
Knowing what I lost-
and how to get it back.
probing as an alien
looking at my cranium
with a red pick axe
When muscles fight back.
Closed, stubborn paper sticks.
Cheap medicine makes me sick.
The needle attacks,
and the chair they stack-
comforting pillows, satin.
My teeth against the baton,
sudden jolt, contact.
They say 'it's a fact'
'we know what's best for your health'
Zap my memories to death.
In the fatal act:
I sit and smile, blank
I think about tea, tuesday
knowing who I am one day.
Knowing what I lack.
Knowing what I lost-
and how to get it back.
Published 23rd May 2018
Author's Note
This is dedicated to a friend and hospital room-mate of mine who was basically done more harm that good with electro shock therapy. The days when she would be returned after being spirited away at the break of dawn were some of the hardest. To watch her try to figure out where she was and who she was while trying to keep her calm will probably stick with me a while. Also dedicated to all the nurses who've spoken to me in mocking tones, and cornered me and begun to be aggressive the moment a symptom appeared. Dedicated to the asshole nurses who discharged me onto the streets, and one asshole nurse who made me patch myself up after self harming while she sat in the corner tapping her watch and sighing.
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24th May 2018 2:40pm
Well what a stunning write. It is emotional. Almost horrifying and really tells it like it is. Absolutely a story that needs to be told and you tell it well.
It must be almost soul destroying to have a friend in a situation like this. And I'd imagine it's a "what do you do" thing.
Thank you for the read.
It must be almost soul destroying to have a friend in a situation like this. And I'd imagine it's a "what do you do" thing.
Thank you for the read.
26th May 2018 6:17pm
beautiful Floralii this write deeply saddens me
I'm much older then you my son was given the same kind of treatments
and I was powerless to stop it..
this hit close to home
they have to kill what is different in this world it seems..
powerful write..
love Crim
I'm much older then you my son was given the same kind of treatments
and I was powerless to stop it..
this hit close to home
they have to kill what is different in this world it seems..
powerful write..
love Crim
26th May 2018 8:38pm
Wow! Loved the wording you used. After reading your notes about your inspiration and reading over it again it shed a whole new light on what I originally took from this. Much respect to you a great way to express your demons and awful experience that you have clearly gone through, sometimes the people that are supposed to help us can be the most evil. Great piece of writing.
