Why Are Suicidal People Handcuffed By Police? Do they really think they have the energy to become violent? So why are we treated like criminals when we’ve done nothing “wrong?”

Look what popped up on my radar yesterday!

It’s been an extremely busy week, with all kinds of Advocacy communications initiated by me, which appear to have rumbled the Earth below us, and rattled a few nerves, and, produced some incredibly bizarre behavior on the part of those responsible for managing and dispensing Mental Health Services at the State Level, and, their bosses at the Federal level. 

And they think we’re crazy!

Anyway, yesterday I was sitting at a Starbucks at the Mall, drinking my coffee, when I noticed 2 County officers approach a man at a table, not far from me. This man was almost invisible. I hadn’t even realized he was there, until the officers approached him. But there he was, just a few feet from me, quiet and soft spoken. 

The sound in the video is terrible, because of the mall music, which drenched everything around and almost muted it. But you can pick up enough to realize this is a law enforcement intervention in a man reported to the police as suicidal

I was really impressed with the officer who handled the situation. He obviously had additional training in Mental Health, but it was his even and calm approach and empathy that resonated with me. 

However, the handcuffs, at the close of this scene, are disturbing. And this is something that must change. People cannot be treated like criminals when they’ve done nothing wrong, as the officer tells the man. But I’ll have more to say about that later. 

The video is 4:12 minutes. 

Suicidal? Sheppard Pratt may be your cup of tea. 

Go there and come out stark raving mad?

Hm. 

Tough choice. 

Sheppard Pratt Asylum Is designed as a Critical CARE Psychiatric Stabilization facility for those who struggle with medical conditions such as Bipolar Disorder (like myself) or any other psychiatric “diagnosis.” It has an impressive and illustrious history as an innovative facility when it was first conceived and built in the mid-19th century – a refuge, with its concentration on humane treatment. 

However, reputation, to be sustained, must demonstrate consistency of those values and principles, rather than regression from them. 

Undoubtedly, Sheppard and Pratt are totally turning in their graves. 

The isolation we feel exhaustively, all by ourselves, ripens there. 

So there are parallels to the real world. Severe Depression, which is just a hop, skip and jump away from Death, actually spikes exponentially there. 

The Human Spirit is crushed, until we finally, breath by breath, disappear. This, my friend, is where you go to watch yourself become one of The Invisibles. 

Now when you are on the outside, you have some wiggle room. You may choose to remove yourself from the Kingdom of Ignorance, if only for a breath of fresh air, and focus on the brightness of the Human Spirit. 
We have choices. 

Smell the fragrance of a lovely flower. 

Meditate. 

Listen to music. 

Dance. 

There we have no choices. We are at the mercy of Stupidity, Ignorance and Fools, and we have nowhere to go, locked between two nightmares. 

There is this clearly defined and unshakeable and raw feeling that they do not care. 

Then again, if you wanna but haven’t yet experienced depersonalization, it’s available there. Think of it as a lean, introductory course on the subject. And since I am naturally an optimist, I feel compelled to plug the positive spin here. 

First, your empathy and understanding have grown for those who do experience such devastating psychological symptoms. 

Second – 

Who knows? 
This accidental slip, for example, allows you to drift into unknown territory altogether, as you wonder if you really did, in fact, erase your memory of an entire day of your existence, because someone is insisting you did – when you didn’t. 

Luckily, there are other patients there who know that you didn’t – just as you had thought. And they are now your salvation. 

But this additional drop of uncertainty and confusion has now bloomed in your head. 

Shit happens, right?

Be forewarned, however, any heroic attempt to battle the trolls and the slugs just makes you crazier. Totally not worth it. 

They follow whatever code they’ve culled and pinned to you from the Diagnostic Statistic Manual, and we all know how that keeps expanding with each new edition. 

But that’s exactly when the epiphany occurs …

I had never truly understood what I Am Not My Diagnosis meant until I realized that that is all you are there – a code. 

Yep. 

Hey!  Look at me. I’m still here.  

Sadly, they do not hear or see you.  You have disappeared. 

So when the object of hospitalization is to support and help you shed the nasty symptoms of Depression, and instead you are fighting to be seen and heard – those are the exact type of challenges we do not need. 

The salt on the wound is the absolute isolation from the actual world. This is the abyss. Isolation is not good. They keep preaching that. And then that’s exactly what they do. 

So what do you do?

Well, trying to pry open their eyes is futile. They get really, really pissed at you. And that makes them more sinister and deadly, while they sharpen their ignorance from unbelievable heights, as you are fighting for your sanity …

The plus?

You are too fucking busy to be worrying about Suicide. So in that sense they have met their goal. You have shifted from suicidal ideation to absolute self-preservation. Plus, Existentialism is the only dish on the menu. 

Yum. 

Reminds me of a poem by Stevie Smith. An attempt to communicate with those on shore, while being swallowed by the sea …

“Not waving. But drowning.”  

Who are the Mad Ones and Who Determines Who the Mad Ones Are?

If you’ve ever voiced dissent or opposition or questioned the status quo, you are a likely candidate to acquire the title of The Mad One

Questions, which should encourage even more questions and growth – that’s what they say, anyway – are often met with what appears disdain when the Bona Fide Academics talk.  

But the notions they appear to hold – these people who want to prepare for future mental health care services – are often obtuse to the layperson and appear disconnected to the actual experience of living with a psychiatric diagnosis. And that makes me wonder how connected they actually are to the experience … 
They might say, “Well, we’re Scientists.”

Yeah …

And?

My guess would be:  
These Academics probably have a relatively meager understanding of the disease. But if that is not the case, no one offered a link proving otherwise. 

But the language, especially, is indicative of the disconnect between these trained experts and the subjects of those abstract ideas for sale. 

And that makes me wonder about the applied value of all that pseudo-scientific knowledge – and that’s exactly where all the action begins –   

The Lampoon

I suppose it’s hard to recover from that type of attack, but someone could at least try to. In all honesty I cannot really explain it because I do not fully understand it. Not one person challenged me afterwards. NO Sense of Humor. Is it that dry up there?

Or –
Studying theory and numbers is fine …

But the subjects of that theory and its application should be in on the conversation, since they are the vital link in the equation.  Without them, the equation is meaningless. 

Plain theory doesn’t work when you’re dealing with people. And if it doesn’t connect to actual people instead of just numbers, then, that theory belongs in the trash. 

My approach is to say what I think, regardless of conclusions others make about me. 

But if you start whining and shouting but still manage to raise valid questions …  

Do you think they like you?  Highly unlikely. So rather than examine their own intellectual growth and perspective and its relevance on actual organisms, they ignore you, and behind your back, they say, 

“Oh…  Her? 

She’s The Crazy One.”  

And thus, in one swift move you are  socially demoted and intellectually isolated from others, as though something is wrong with you … 

When in fact they are …

The Mad Ones.

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.
They squeeze the solutions out of their users.
SO …
And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.
So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.
But it sure is lots of fun!

_______________________
So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …
At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.
It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.
As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)
I made it!
Yay…………
________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?
Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.
Dynamite stuff.

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.
They squeeze the solutions out of their users.
SO …
And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.
So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.
But it sure is lots of fun!

_______________________
So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …
At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.
It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.
As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)
I made it!
Yay…………
________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?
Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.
Dynamite stuff.

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.
They squeeze the solutions out of their users.
SO …
And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.
So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.
But it sure is lots of fun!

_______________________
So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …
At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.
It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.
As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)
I made it!
Yay…………
________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?
Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.
Dynamite stuff.