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AlanFromWichita
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I’m trying not to focus on myself as the topic, but I have direct experience with something not a whole lot different from how this sounds. Maybe my story will help explain why I am so interested in this thread, and give some insight as to dealing with mentally ill people.
On June 8, 2001, I was “captured” against my will and after walking into a trap where I had been lied to, based on the orders from a woman who had never met me or talked to me, who based her decision hearsay from a company psychologist whom I never met who was contacted by company managers who didn’t know me (above my boss’s head, when my boss knew what was going on and knew I had begun receiving treatment) based on hearsay of a meddling clerk that thought I had a “problem” and as a friend, decided to “help” me by going around my back.
Sigh, one of these days maybe I’ll get over all that. Anyway, the real story here is what happened within five minutes of when I got locked up.
In a mental ward, patients often take emotional cues from each other. They quickly learn to trust one another, often more so than the staff, and there are good reasons for that. For one, wackos can often have meaningful discussions with each other, but when interrogated by an incompetent, even disinterested, psych tech or intern, they ask questions but don’t really listen for the answers; they just check the boxes on their forms so they can decide whether to change my medicine or not, and move on to the next one.
That is important, because they see those running the ward as oppressors who “just don’t understand and can’t hear but must be in control” and the fellow patients are comrades in a world that doesn’t understand them. That leads directly to my explanation for something that could have looked for all the world as a woman, tongue tied, and with a few words from me she was freed from the demon or psychological issue or whatever that was making her incoherent.
So when I was brought into the ward at one end of the hallway, from the other end was a very strange sound that was of a human being crying out in a strange, confused gibberish. When I got to the other end of the hallway, I saw a large woman, with two white coats around her trying to take her blood pressure, etc. She looked as scared as I’d ever seen anybody look and was making the strangest noise. She was calling out, loudly enough to be heard over the whole ward,“LAAAH duh DAAA duh DAAA duh … sort of thing.” Reminded me of when someone doesn’t want to hear what you’re saying, except she had her eyes open and was looking around, scared, while she made that noise. It reminded me a bit of this, only without the fingers in the ears:
http://bestsmileys.com/notlistening/2.gif
At this time, I was having a deeply religious experience because when I was captured and taken against my will and for no reason they would actually tell me (unlike criminals you don’t have the right to know why they brought you in) it trigger a great deal of fear and confusion, and I somehow thought I was in unity with Jesus, being taken away from society for having said and thought things that other people – those in control – didn’t understand. Some of those things, I was objectively right about, btw.
So I sat down near this woman and looked at her intently. She glanced at me a couple times, but only yelled louder and louder. I asked her, “are you trying to tell me something,” and she looked at me, then at the white coats, and got even louder. The white coats assured me, “don’t worry about her, this is all she ever says.”
So I sat there, convinced that the Holy Spirit must have led me there and that I felt I had something to do with this woman. I kept watching and listening, and listening and watching how the white coats were talking “at” her in their efforts to talk “to” her. Then suddenly, the woman was yelling and I heard a couple words. LAAAdaaDAAAdaaDAATODAYS THE DAY daa DAAA daa DAAA!!!
What? I looked around, and nobody else seemed to notice that she had yelled English words. Now she was more scared than ever and I said to her, “is there something about today?” She kept up her noise for a while, then suddenly yelled at me, “It was YOU! You KILLED him!” and then went back to her drone, and this time the others noticed it and a couple other white coats started moving in, in case they needed to control her.
So I said to her, “I didn’t kill anybody; I would never do that. Who got killed, and who killed him?” And then she broke from her drone and started yelling other things in English, and turning to the white coats, she started yelling in their direction, not at them but toward them, and suddenly all the faces of the white coats started turning red.
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On June 8, 2001, I was “captured” against my will and after walking into a trap where I had been lied to, based on the orders from a woman who had never met me or talked to me, who based her decision hearsay from a company psychologist whom I never met who was contacted by company managers who didn’t know me (above my boss’s head, when my boss knew what was going on and knew I had begun receiving treatment) based on hearsay of a meddling clerk that thought I had a “problem” and as a friend, decided to “help” me by going around my back.
Sigh, one of these days maybe I’ll get over all that. Anyway, the real story here is what happened within five minutes of when I got locked up.
In a mental ward, patients often take emotional cues from each other. They quickly learn to trust one another, often more so than the staff, and there are good reasons for that. For one, wackos can often have meaningful discussions with each other, but when interrogated by an incompetent, even disinterested, psych tech or intern, they ask questions but don’t really listen for the answers; they just check the boxes on their forms so they can decide whether to change my medicine or not, and move on to the next one.
That is important, because they see those running the ward as oppressors who “just don’t understand and can’t hear but must be in control” and the fellow patients are comrades in a world that doesn’t understand them. That leads directly to my explanation for something that could have looked for all the world as a woman, tongue tied, and with a few words from me she was freed from the demon or psychological issue or whatever that was making her incoherent.
So when I was brought into the ward at one end of the hallway, from the other end was a very strange sound that was of a human being crying out in a strange, confused gibberish. When I got to the other end of the hallway, I saw a large woman, with two white coats around her trying to take her blood pressure, etc. She looked as scared as I’d ever seen anybody look and was making the strangest noise. She was calling out, loudly enough to be heard over the whole ward,“LAAAH duh DAAA duh DAAA duh … sort of thing.” Reminded me of when someone doesn’t want to hear what you’re saying, except she had her eyes open and was looking around, scared, while she made that noise. It reminded me a bit of this, only without the fingers in the ears:
http://bestsmileys.com/notlistening/2.gif
At this time, I was having a deeply religious experience because when I was captured and taken against my will and for no reason they would actually tell me (unlike criminals you don’t have the right to know why they brought you in) it trigger a great deal of fear and confusion, and I somehow thought I was in unity with Jesus, being taken away from society for having said and thought things that other people – those in control – didn’t understand. Some of those things, I was objectively right about, btw.
So I sat down near this woman and looked at her intently. She glanced at me a couple times, but only yelled louder and louder. I asked her, “are you trying to tell me something,” and she looked at me, then at the white coats, and got even louder. The white coats assured me, “don’t worry about her, this is all she ever says.”
So I sat there, convinced that the Holy Spirit must have led me there and that I felt I had something to do with this woman. I kept watching and listening, and listening and watching how the white coats were talking “at” her in their efforts to talk “to” her. Then suddenly, the woman was yelling and I heard a couple words. LAAAdaaDAAAdaaDAATODAYS THE DAY daa DAAA daa DAAA!!!
What? I looked around, and nobody else seemed to notice that she had yelled English words. Now she was more scared than ever and I said to her, “is there something about today?” She kept up her noise for a while, then suddenly yelled at me, “It was YOU! You KILLED him!” and then went back to her drone, and this time the others noticed it and a couple other white coats started moving in, in case they needed to control her.
So I said to her, “I didn’t kill anybody; I would never do that. Who got killed, and who killed him?” And then she broke from her drone and started yelling other things in English, and turning to the white coats, she started yelling in their direction, not at them but toward them, and suddenly all the faces of the white coats started turning red.
(continued)