…and my recent experience of it.
there is a problem of cross-cultural misinterpretation and thst has been my problem in it.
I hav been treated so badly by doctors, fellow patients, nurses, who don’t know where I come from snd what I’m about and don’t care. I just sit in my 40 year place in the system getting a little help to go by and a lot of lashes,
but it all works together in the end, I didn’t know it, but I was erroneously pursuing the imitation of Christ. I started that in High School not knowing what it was called or what it meant. I was taking other peoples’ problems on myself. I was trying to BE Jesus to others. I left it aside in college but picked it up sgain in spades at Wetnersville state hospital.
recently I picked up the imitation of St Mary Magdelan instead, reasoning that a woman shouldn’t practice the imitation of a male figure. I dont know about that as I write, now; but I sense Jesus setting me free right now as one of the things I was doing at Wernersville was to use my body–which was all I had–to comfort certain men. Which was obviously very inappropriate and also very dangerous to ME AND TO THEM.
I guess that had to come out.
because that wasn’t what I meant to say. I meant to say that that started at Haven, in Reading–the imitation of St Mary Magdelan. It was a rich experience there.
That was one of the things that kept me in the system, the fraternizing among the patients. Cutting out the smoking was a BIG step in the right direction.
these are my comments on attempting to b resolve a problematic psych set-up after a year long hospital stay. My so is reminding me to be of few words.
I’m also remembering to EMPHASIZE that I had to get out of Philhaven but it helped.
that’s s glimpse of how things DO work out in t he MH System, despite my many cries.
in the absence of a state religion we have the MH System. You persist until you finally find your way.
and I have,
my father and I are friends today.
that’s all that needed to happen.
for now.
Un.Bon.Mot 