Am I Still Ill?

Hello peace-loving peeps. My head is god knows where, I am confronting the violence inherent in the system as we speak even if that makes me sound like the politicised peasant in Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

These arseholes, these mindless arms of the strong arm of law-enforced psychiatry have falsely imprisoned me in a hell hole called St Ann’s Hospital, Haringey not once but TWICE in the last month.

And then they talk about wanting to work with me. Where is their basic psychology? Would that not appear to be a prerequisite for the job? Apparently not.

They have taken thirteen miserable cursed days from my life.

No more cooperation with the system. It’s over.

No more taking these stupid meds that don’t work, and did I ever seriously believe they could or would?

I am who I am, I harm no one, I’m a bit different and I am proud of who I am.

My mother and my son support me, if anything they are proud of my fighting spirit. My friends support and love me for who I am. My partner ditto. None of them would dream of such violence against a peace loving soul. For what and for why!

When will you understand oh mindless minions of the psychiatric state! I don’t want to be like you!! I see through you, you are all dodgy weird hypocrites wanting to out-normal others because deep down you are the sick ones!!!

What is your vision for me, oh mindless ones without an original thought in your heads? Tell me your vision. You want to make me like you? Who do you think I am, tell me that to start with.

You don’t have the first clue do you? Not the first clue. But I know about you and I could devoutly wish every single day that I had never had that ghastly vision of an evil mindset.

When you intrude into my home I feel besmirched. You are sexually odd. You are weirdly excited by the spectacle of a real human being, because that is what I am.

You are bizarre. You are disinhibited. You are DEEPLY inappropriate. You are deluded. Tell me, can I help?