About “The Claw”

I just remembered tonight what it was about.

I used to be a Mackintosh, by marriage–Clan Chattan, Clan of the Cat,

so, back on the Pagoda Unit in Reading, everyone was stressing me out so I lifted up my hand and showed a cat’s paw with claws extended, I was just playing around. But then they kept making me do it…and it turned into someth8ng horrible. And things progressed from there. They were just doing it because I was from Allentown and i didn’t fit.

that was my theory. Then I realized it could have been doctors orders. But…let’s not go there.

Finally I am at peace in my own home again. And I have learned some interesting things about humanity in today’s psych world.

for me it was about learning that life is not about pleasurable moments but sometimes about fighting to stay alive. After 40 years of suicidal ideation this is a stellar idea that I am continuing t o work on. I understand why men and women go to war, and how. With my bizarre lifelong disability I could never shoot for anything like that. But I am out of infancy now and beginning to embrace maturity in the present world.

after 40 years of being misjudged in the system and by my family, and now findng my way, I won’t go down easily ever again.