Joann Morris

…a Saint

There were a few I named at Haven Hospital Tower Unit in Reading and I just thought of Joann and I absolutely have to say that she was one out of that mysterious time in South Florida. It lasted for a long time. And Shu would want her privacy and Susan and Tammy and Margaret in the big yellow house around the corner; and Robyn and Tammy and John; And Shu’s husband David (?); and a Jewish woman who had a son who was a little like me. Ian used to go over there and play and I knew that he was safe with them and was reassured by being around her and her son.

But of all of these Joann was like a mother to him when I couldn’t b and it went on year after year. And, intellectually, I knew that it took away from her own family life, but with my ORGANIC PERSONALITY DISORDER (I think that she would probably like to know what the heck was wrong with that person) I didn’t feel things as others did. In fact, weirdly, it made me somewhat numb to pain myself. I had a lot of it, but I just sat with it. Because I couldn’t really do anything. People called me a lazy bitch et cetera.

With organic personality there is also the actual, physical aspects that produce the personality disorder, OBVIOUSLY, as well as the psychological problems, that need to be addressed and, OBVIOUSLY, that wasn’t happening in mu case. I was dismissed as a schiz, and couldn’t get any help for my physical symptoms. They were dismissed as delusional.

I have, first, the x-ray showing a fracture in my spine (a curvature) and, b, the recent removal of a mole-wart from my face that was causing unbelievably serious problems. It has been 16 months now. It was done at the end of June last year, I think. I couldn’t talk about anything else. It is hard to tell that I am the same person. It is causing problems in my mental health care because, OF COURSE, my diagnosis needs to be reevaluated and it is likely going to be a tough one to get a psychiatrist to do that.

But, oh, sorry,

I was here to talk about Joann, who used to come over to our place and sit with me to drink tea.

What a brave, caring, loving, and kind woman. I pray that you don’t hold it against me that I have put your name out here.