Saturday, September 24, 2022

I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh yeah... (Gabby, Faiza)

I don't know the history of remote viewing research, at least not as well as I know the history of LSD research. American intelligence officials and psychiatrists were in thrall to both subjects at different times from the 1950's almost through the end of the century, back before the study of the mind became a much duller, fully medicalized subject.

But the old song by The Who is relevant to this blog article. It's kind of the only way I can explain how I know the stuff I will describe here. If I didn't make that point right up front, I might precipitate a totally unnecessary freak-out over who on K Unit talks to Kretchmar. There could be frantic calls to Michelle Evans and Vicky Ingram, and maybe even IDHS counsel downtown: "What can be done about this lawyer?" Innocent low-level staff might be called in for questioning and the union would have to get involved. Innocent "patients" (slaves) would be subject to retribution, creating the royal nuisance of future legal claims.

K Unit at Elgin Mental Health Center is run by a psychiatrist named Faiza Kareemi, M.D. She will almost certainly deny that she's the boss -- but as the M.D. psychiatrist, she is undeniably "more equal than others" on the unit, and in theory she has real science of the brain at her disposal (right?) so she's just a little bit more adept at perceiving and predicting human behavior. Substantially lower on the K Unit food chain is an STA named Gabby Garcia. Gabby is only a small step above prison guard status, although that might make her good at hiding things from anyone less expert than Dr. Kareemi. Even lower than Gabby is one "patient" (slave) named Latwon, who lives (sort of) in room K 113.

Well, I have recently "seen" Gabby in Latwon's room, more than once. Other EMHC staff have seen this same violation with their physical eyes (not that I believe traditional visual perception is more reliable than my own weirder remote viewing), but the thing is nobody ever reports it. Gabby and Latwon used to be on L Unit together, where people started thinking of them as a romantic couple. They frequently sit at a table in the day room playing footsie and holding hands. Gabby puts her cell phone down by a deck of cards and Latwon picks it up for a while, maybe taking a picture or accessing the internet. (I don't know -- for some reason, electronic screens don't appear in my remote view, they're always blank.)

It's ironic that this has happened before to Faiza Kareemi. Her very own K Unit was where an infamous love affair between a staff and a patient crashed and burned big-time, in 2017. That Juliet and Romeo couple, who also got started on L Unit, accidentally locked themselves in an office (which just happens to be very close to Latwon's current room), and awkwardly alerted the whole facility to their trysting. Of course, Faiza was conveniently not at work that day, or otherwise credibly (she thinks) clueless.

I don't know whether Gabby Garcia is married with a couple of sons the same age as Latwon. That was the rather disgusting story in 2017, with that social worker and her patient who got caught. But then and now, the criminal allegation is "custodial sexual abuse". Gabby, I don't know you, but I rather hope they will not indict you or send you to prison or make you register as a sex offender.

On the other hand, Faiza! You are right there five days a week. This is happening only a few feet away from you and you don't see it because you don't want to. I do see it, though. Remember the words to the song:

Here's a poke at you, you're gonna choke on it too, you're gonna lose that smile, because all the while....

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

F Unit idiots

Some frickin' idiot on F Unit recently tried to talk one of the slaves there into compliance by telling him I took drugs once when I had brain surgery, therefore he shouldn't listen to me. A couple of things about this are interesting.

First... the fact that some low-level, support or pseudo-clinical staff, whose name I've never heard and don't even care to know, would bother to read a blog article that I wrote years ago, and go to the trouble to so crudely misinterpret that article in a way he thought might help control one of the slaves... must be quite a complement to my own intellectual or philosophical influence and authority inside EMHC, one of the most renowned psychiatric institutions in the country!

Second... the particular article was one of the most personal I ever wrote. It revealed my feelings and thoughts in a most vulnerable moment. With that article, I kind of opened myself up to people who consider me their enemy. I probably sacrificed my own HIPAA privacy right (although that is merely comedic). It is just very slightly unnerving, to hear that someone could read about surgeons breaking open my skull and scooping a bloody mass out of my brain while my family sat in a hospital waiting room wondering if I'd ever be the same, and then use that information to attempt to interfere in my relationship with a client.

Third... after rereading the article from January 14, 2018, I think it's pretty good, maybe even important, and I recommend it to everyone! It details my own subjective experience, which demonstrated to me the stark difference between competent (even miraculous) modern medicine and psychiatry. Good medicine helps people, even saves lives. Sometimes a patient has to be talked into it, like I had to be. Psychiatry never helps, it only insults and debilitates. People only accept it under duress or as a result of fraud.

My brain surgery five years ago was good medicine, it helped me, and the people who did it were brilliant and kind. There's no chance that B'Rock, the F Unit slave, will remember the staff who told him not to listen to me as helpful. He'll remember them as incompetent idiots. He'll probably get them fired, or at least nuisance transferred.

I'm not afraid of drugs, giving orders, taking orders, receiving force, administering force to others... but I know what help is and what it isn't. People who need to pretend that brutal, cynical, arrogant, lying control is medical help, or any other kind of help, are cowards.

Psychiatry then and now (same-same)




(These are ugly, historically related lies.)




Thursday, August 18, 2022

COWARDLY psychiatrists (LIARS!): Khan, Hussain

Testimony under oath, in open court, has to be true. So does a written report that is considered as evidence in any legal proceeding. If testimony or documents are untrue, that can be perjury, which can be prosecuted. At the very least, perjury discredits the perjurer.

Psychiatrists lie all the time, most fundamentally to themselves, about what they do. They tell everyone they help people with medical problems. But the only medical problems they deal with are the ones they invent or create. Occasionally psychiatrists do help people with problems in thinking, feeling or behaving, but these do not become medical problems unless or until drugs are prescribed, at which point the problems usually get worse, which means there is no help, but rather the opposite of help (harm).

This makes psychiatrists cowardly: they are being paid for something they know in their hearts they cannot do or deliver, and they are afraid that people might find out and stop paying them. So they have to lie more and more every day, they have to steal, and hide.

Syed Hussain recently testified in court that one of his patients is "not willing to take a paternity test..." (That's a quote from a transcript, by the way: page 15, line 6.) But that patient repeatedly asked to take the paternity test in question, as his social worker and his psychologist both confirmed in the presence of Hussain himself, who never bothered to contradict them. So the psychiatrist lied. He perjured himself.

Qura Khan recently wrote in a progress note, admissible as evidence, that one of her patients "...has factual knowledge of fitness material but does not have rational understanding due to psychiatric illness and refusing to take psychotropic medication." The only possible significance of that opinion is, the patient remains unfit to stand trial and can't get out. Yet, on the same day Khan wrote another note about the patient's "...fabricated statements (he reported that he was told by this writer that he will not get out of here until he takes meds)...". This second note was hand written by the lying psychiatrist! Again, perjury.

These people tend to complain that I am confrontational and hostile toward them, or that I threaten them, or that I presume to question their psychiatric "diagnoses" despite the holy and omnipotent authority of the Almighty DSM5.

They are correct on all accounts, but to no avail. I do confront them, I do call them liars, and I will sue them when they commit torts against people whom I represent, or if they violate the law. 

I certainly insist that their so-called "diagnoses" and their Almighty DSM5 are utter nonsense.

But I can honestly help them. And I don't have to pretend I'm a doctor.

Sunday, July 31, 2022

Redux: Abused by a COWARDLY psychiatrist (Dr. J and the advice of J. Duncan Dooglethorpe)

    I can't help noticing that among the most popular articles I've ever written on this blog is my note about an ARDC complaint from more than eight years ago, and my attendant speculations at that time.

    I have been practicing law for a bit longer now, and I rather regret having created any impression that I would laugh at the Attorney Registration and Disciplinary Commission of the Illinois Supreme Court. That could be perceived as disrespectful. My actual disrespect was in fact not toward the ARDC, but toward anyone who would file an anonymous complaint and expect to get action.

    When I complain or make an accusation, I put my name on it! I usually add my address and phone number. That's because I am fully confident that any person who intends me harm will run away when I confront them, and any person with good intent will be amenable to my sincere apology if the complaint or accusation turns out to be unfounded.

    I remember Dr. Alicia Martin, although not very well. She probably was not a bad person. I was critical of her (I called her an abuser) because she was a psychiatrist who coerced someone I advocated for. But I honestly don't remember the details behind what I wrote. Now, nearly eight years later, staff at EMHC apparently still read that one blog article more than almost any other....

    Or maybe it's just one person who is obsessed. Maybe it's a psychiatrist to whom I once referred as, "Dr. J". Maybe this is the same person who told the state police that I hated her, although I most assuredly never hated her. Maybe this is the "expert" in mental illness and human behavior who worked very closely, on the same clinical unit for many years, with a serial sex abuser of young black men in custody, the "expert" who now claims she never had any slightest clue (!), the "doctor" who could never act to protect her own patients.

    Or maybe I'm wrong, and you guys will all be laughing at me because Dr. J was so innocent and just couldn't care less about my opinion of her or of Dr. Martin, and never tried to get the ARDC to come after me by filing a complaint from "Anonymous". Maybe Dr. J was a victim, along with her patients, of the criminal genius abuser who had sex with involuntary patients many times over a period of many years, in offices within a few feet of Dr. J's own office, and nobody knew, nobody ever thought to look in through the large window in the office door....

    It may have been J. Duncan Dooglethorpe, who once said, "Never be afraid for people to think you're a fool. Never be embarrassed or intimidated! Just learn quickly enough that you can sneak up on the motherfuckers!"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Friday, July 15, 2022

"Time for a closer look..."

A series of articles is appearing on the website rxisk.org, about the Marilyn Lemak case (Naperville mom killed 3 kids, circa 2001).

Coincidentally with the appearance of this series and the recent Highland Park tragedy, my law partner and I are negotiating settlements and/or preparing for trials in six federal lawsuits against individuals in Illinois’ so-called “forensic mental health system”.

One of those defendants is James P. Corcoran, the top psychiatrist working for this state. In 2001, Corcoran was part of “Team Mental Health” in the Lemak case, and he reportedly interviewed Lemak 43 times. For many years he has appeared to me to be an archetype source/perpetrator, of one very BIG American situation which includes: failed mental health solutions, higher disability rates, higher depression rates, more suicides, more mass shootings, social despair, youth cynicism, drug addiction, etc., etc., ad nauseum

This top state psychiatrist’s evident lies and manipulations once caused my favorite judge, Earl B. Hoffenberg, to comment on the record in court, “I don’t even know what they’re doing anymore, at Elgin Mental Health Center!” 

Corcoran’s office and the Elgin plantation will likely be an early destination for Bobby Crimo III. You may recall that on two or more occasions in the past, the police investigated threats from this killer, but they never took his guns away, because "...mental health professionals were handling the matter." I think everyone can agree that if this is how mental health professionals handle threats, if this is the way they deal with insanity, if this is the "protection" they offer our communities, then we don't need them.

If the forensic mental health system were actually, openly selling Illinois taxpayers dead innocents, terror, tragedy, degradation... we would certainly refuse to buy it. If the taxpayers notice what they are really getting for their money, they will stop paying. Each one of several thousand individuals being held in psychiatric slavery in this state costs $800-1000 per day. When they are released, they will each be a greater threat than they ever were before. They absolutely will not be "cured" by psychiatric "treatment".

Since the pandemic, and maybe since the publicity in late 2017, about events behind our current lawsuits, Elgin Mental Health Center has been falling apart. In the last few days I've had conversations with patients and staff about unprecedented numbers of retirements, unprecedented simultaneous pressure from up the food chain in the Illinois Department of Human Services and from patients down on the clinical units, unprecedented levels of stress on the administration.

The author of the second article in the Rxisk.org series wrote, “…in many cases, the shooters had been ‘in treatment’... It’s time for a closer look at the nature of that treatment.”

A closer look at the psychiatric plantations in Illinois will get lots of people in trouble. Here's the solution. Quit now, and close it down!

Thursday, July 7, 2022

Over the target

 It's fascinating how people give themselves away. I recently watched a TV series, The Lincoln Lawyer, which depicted an attorney who hired a professional poker player to consult on jury selection. What an amazing tactical idea! Witnesses who are lying, or who desperately try to avoid testifying so they won't have to lie, stand out like a sore thumb.

I almost have enough business, enough cases now, that I could be tempted to "save time" by backing off from resistance when I encounter it from opponents in litigation. My idol, W.T. "Billy the Torch" Sherman was supposedly more circumspect than his contemporaries Grant and Lee, preferring to break off combat when it appeared too costly, in favor of operational and strategic maneuver. It's a normal human reaction: "Hey, let's look for an easier hill to take, this one is too strongly defended." Sherman was brilliant.

On the other hand, the flak gets heaviest when you are over the target. If you are not attacked you might not be on target. I have frequently been attacked, by the plantation overseers and the slave masters at Elgin Mental Health Center; and funny thing (!), the attacks are almost always about this blog. It rather amazes me that virtually all of my readers are EMHC staff (plus an occasional family member of an EMHC "patient", and one notable Assistant Illinois Attorney General). I usually tweet about each new article when I first post it. But the one thing that predictably increases my readership the most is when I put some overseer's name in the headline.

I'm not putting anyone's name in today's headline. But I'm as convinced as I've ever been that we are over the target. The sexual abuse cases keep on coming to our law firm, and there will be several new filings before the end of this year. Almost everyone who ever calls me has some story, mild or severe, that dovetails with the theme that forensic psychiatric "patients" in Illinois are seen by the people running the system as property. If a social worker or some other kind of middling overseer wants to use that property for their private sexual gratification, they feel entitled and everyone else will turn a blind eye. Sean Gunderson's recent article for Mad In America is probably the best explanation of this.

Elgin patients are psychiatric slaves. They know it very well. The public knows it, too, when they hear or read about custodial sexual abuse. Hitting that target will be effective.

Thursday, June 16, 2022

Cara Wueste, and other details

Some months ago, I wrote about the glaring contrast between certain elements of orthodox psychiatric faith on one hand, and the reality of individual human experience and society, on the other hand. My article was somewhat of a self-reflection, but I tried to assume the point of view, as best I could estimate it, of a representative or typical Elgin Mental Health Center staff member.

Cara Wueste is one low-ranking overseer on the Elgin plantation. Her supervisor is probably (not 100% certain) Peggy Gibble, a somewhat higher-ranking overseer. But in any event, both of them are among a dozen or so people who might have considerable perspective about sexual abuse of psychiatric slaves, and complicity in the institution. I called Cara this morning to see if she would have a simple conversation with my partner and me, at a time of her convenience and place of her choosing. She responded that she would have to check with her supervisor on that.

The fact is, we would prefer to avoid issuing a subpoena for Cara's (or Peggy's) formal deposition under oath. What a supervisor at EMHC might have to do with whether Cara could have an informal conversation with us is a matter of some curiosity. After all, if she's not even under oath she can theoretically lie with impunity; and she's every bit as able to avoid disclosing information that would be confidential or HIPAA protected. 

Are plantation staff so controlled that they must ask permission to talk to anyone who asks them about their work? Certainly there is no liability to the plantation (EMHC/IDHS), and there are potential advantages, if Cara speaks to us informally. She could give us any false information or positive reports that might be to her employer's advantage. She could just find out what we want to know or what we think, or what our current attitude is. And if she's a loyal employee and we are considered to be opponents of the institution in legal matters, Cara could absolutely refuse or avoid giving us any helpful information, while scoping us out and reporting back.

My impression is that the reason Cara Wueste would have to get permission from her supervisor to have any informal conversation with the Law Offices of Kretchmar & Cecala, is that everyone on the plantation has been told explicitly not to talk to us, ever, at risk of losing their jobs. 

The masters up in the big house do not trust the lowly overseers, who actually supervise and care for the slaves, who are the masters' valuable property. The masters don't think the overseers are smart enough to know what to say or what not to say to dangerous opposition lawyers.

Or... maybe they want to hide the truth. Maybe they know that the overseers are not all willing to help with that. maybe they just don't trust their own employees.

And you guys better be careful.... If you read this or hand it around, don't get caught!

Thursday, June 9, 2022

Intimidation of witnesses

There are almost as many witnesses to abuse in the psychiatric plantation system as there are people. The overseers have to prevent all those witnesses from publicly testifying about it. 

Consider what could happen if the public knew, e.g., that one young woman just gave birth to a baby conceived while she was an involuntary psychiatric patient; that another female patient who had been “passed around” among male staff was taken for a colonoscopy which turned into a secret hysterectomy that she had never consented to and that she only found out about many months after the fact; that female clinical staff frequently sexually harass and even rape male patients with impunity. What if the newspapers and TV networks suddenly came out with all these true stories from Elgin Mental Health Center?

What could happen is... public cynicism about so-called “forensic mental health.” There could even be demands for compliance with United Nations standards and recommendations: involuntary “hospitalization” and forced “treatment” could become illegal, as denial of substantive due process, and torture. Then the plantations would be closed. The public fisc would be rejuvenated, and justice would be better served; but lots of state employees would be out of work. A horror show — they can’t let that happen!

Hence there must be intimidation of anyone who would speak poorly about psychiatric slavery. Patients and staff who might say “diagnosis is bullshit and treatment sucks” must be convinced that they will suffer longer incarceration, or lose their jobs and licenses. 

Anyone who wants to tell the truth must be threatened into silence. They must know they will get in serious trouble. Even when they have been retired for years, they must still be made to feel the power of their former bosses. They have to be made to understand that the overseers and the masters can accuse them of anything, anything at all, and make it stick.

Thus for example… if a member of the clinical staff has a sexual affair with a patient for years, under the noses of supposed experts in human behavior, frequently in full view of security, with constant rumors circulating throughout the facility, and with explicit warnings issuing from comrades about the suspicions of administrators… no one talks about it, no one reports it. They are all afraid of what will happen to them if they get involved. It’s just a lot easier to say, “Well you know, I never actually saw them having sex myself.”

But the story doesn’t hold up. There are leaks and obvious lies and, here and there, people who aren’t afraid. Slowly, panic creeps higher and higher up the food chain. Somebody gets stupid, and they threaten a witness.

At the Elgin plantation it’s second nature to threaten a witness. Everyone threatens patients after all, that’s the primary modus operandi for obtaining compliance. You can’t convince anyone that the drugs are really good for them, or that the diagnoses make any sense. So you tell them that unless they comply with debilitating treatments, and swear fealty to arbitrary, dehumanizing labels, they’ll never get out. Once in a while you make an example out of some non-compliant slave: you keep them locked up longer; you get a goon squad to hold them down and force a needle into them. 

But ultimately it’s not easy. You may have to commit, or be complicit in crimes. That’s what’s happening now.

Don’t mess with my witnesses, guys! I’ll nail you for it. 

Sunday, May 29, 2022

Give my love to Drew Beck

There are actually a lot of EMHC staff who do not abuse patients. This is a good thing. 

On the other hand, there are little groups, or cliques which form, as in any human society. Customs and politics get subtle and complicated. Soon enough, almost everything turns into policy and procedure.

If somebody is part of your little group, if they are your best friend, you don’t want to be too different from them. You want to enjoy what they enjoy, or be interested in what they are interested in. At least, you want to understand what they are thinking. And you usually want to give your own people a break. Your own people inspire more loyalty than the abstract rules.

In the nuthouse there is supposed to be a high common purpose: to “treat” patients effectively so that they recover from their mental illnesses. The trouble is, nobody really knows what mental illnesses are to begin with. Plus, bad behavior is also commonly punished. These things get hopelessly confused, and the high common purpose is rather discredited. A renowned mental health center degenerates to a psychiatric slave plantation.   

One of the more ironic things about “treatment” is how the models have bounced around among mutually exclusive concepts. Not so long ago, psychoanalysis held that sexuality was fundamental to being human, and mental heeling necessarily had to traverse sexual aberrations. But as soon as the profession started forgetting Freud in favor of "medical science" (meaning really "drugs ├╝ber alles"), sexuality was excluded or even (in institutions) actively suppressed. This proved to be an extremely dicey project. At the Elgin plantation, most psychiatric slaves are allowed pornography, but nobody ever dreams that professional staff would ever have sex with a patient, perish the thought!

Since it is felony sexual abuse for staff to have sex with a patient, or to allow patients to have sex with each other, there is a whole lot of detailed policy and procedure about this, most of it misunderstood and/or neglected. Right now the Illinois psychiatric plantation system is being sued by at least half a dozen plaintiffs seeking tens of millions of dollars in damages, all because the idiot slave masters failed to confront, and remain incapable of confronting, the truly complicated nature of a human being.

My law firm will have an unlimited supply of plaintiffs and claims going forward, until the so-called "forensic mental health system" as it now exists in Illinois is completely dismantled. Sooner or later the taxpayers (not to mention the well-intended people who are working inside the system and therefore know its corruption best) will say enough.

There was once a discussion among several EMHC staff with whom I have had the pleasure to work, about the incoherence of trying to run a Moral Reconation Therapy program alongside the absolute demand for "insight" into mental illness as a brain disorder. That was minor, even subtle-bordering-on-invisible incoherence, compared to saying, "Of course we never suspected any sexual activity between staff and patients...."

It would make me laugh, but for the suicide attempts, unplanned pregnancies, bloody malpractice, etc.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

What Corcoran and his ilk wanted to prevent

 

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CONGRATULATIONS
to Sean Gunderson
Northeastern Illinois University
Graduating class of 2022
"summa cum laude"

Friday, April 29, 2022

Michelle Evans: How can mental health be taken seriously?

Recently Lucy Johnstone, a well-known British psychologist, tweeted about an article in The Guardian. The article leads with a tale of a mother devastated by her son being locked in a cell for stabbing a woman. This situation is apparently unjust because the son had just been to a hospital asking for help with schizophrenia. Shockingly, he had not been helped!

Hmmm. It seems to me that we do lock people who stab people in cells. “Schizophrenia” is only an issue for those who imagine they should be excused for committing violent crimes or other offenses against their neighbors, because they claim to be afflicted by a mythical brain disease that was never proven to exist and is now a discredited, pseudo-medical concept, like “hysteria” or “drapetomania”.

Instead of punishing people who stab people with honest prison sentences, we sometimes prefer to enslave them on plantations that we pretend are “hospitals” specializing in such mythical diseases as “schizophrenia”. That article in The Guardian merely laments in a characteristically British way that we don’t do this more often, because we don’t have enough plantations masquerading as “hospitals”. They figure it’s all politics and money, which is true in that money from the public fisc is controlled, quite properly, through political processes.

If the man who stabbed someone and ended up (so unjustly in his mother’s view) locked in a cell for that violent act had done his ugly (schizophrenic) deed in Chicago, he would have very shortly been consigned to Elgin Mental Health Center (EMHC), the premier plantation pretending to be a “hospital” in Illinois. EMHC is currently overseen by its slavemaster, Michelle Evans. Dr. Evans is a social worker, who has a slightly regal bearing (I would hate to say condescending). She is white, of course (i.e., not African-American, Hispanic or Asian like the majority of clinicians on the plantation), as any real slavemaster traditionally should be.

I will shortly be touring Dr. Evans’ plantation, with herself as my guide! I am very excited for this opportunity. The occasion is a well-financed, formal legal investigation into certain extremely discreditable events that occurred some years ago, which the Illinois plantation bureaucracy has been trying to hide from public view ever since. 

It turns out that there is a great deal of sexual exploitation of psychiatric slaves, and lascivious misbehavior by staff. It’s very hard to cover up stuff like this, so of course it will all probably end up in a big trial covered by the newspapers and TV, somehow. Tom Green will have some busy time, like back in the good old Rodney Yoder days!

Michelle Evans almost certainly is not looking forward to this errand of being my tour guide. It’s a losing, even dangerous, situation for her to be in. I’m not sure she’s actually a doctor, by the way. Lawyers I know call her “Dr. Evans”, but I’ve never seen M.D. or Ph.D. after her name. (People have called me “Doctor” plenty of times, too, so I guess that’s an easy mistake to make when you hang out in the mental health field.) Anyway, I’ll do my best to be empathetic and put her at ease.

Ms./Dr. Evans and I worked together on a case or two, back in pre-pandemic days. She always seemed like a true believer in psychiatry and in the holy mission of the plantation. She also made a few errors in professional judgment, and she seemed willing to lie under oath (a truly terrible idea), but that’s all just typical. Michelle will probably use the link I’ve provided in this blog to read the British article that Lucy Johnstone tweeted about, and she’ll be sympathetic with the mother whose son ended up locked in a cell for stabbing somebody. 

Just think, if that kid had only been American, he’d be a proper psychiatric slave by now, earning federal money for the plantation and contributing his labor and even his body for the advantage of its psychiatric masters!

That’s much better for everyone, right Michelle?

Saturday, April 2, 2022

"The Enforcer" and "Dr. Emperor" -- Sean Gunderson nails it!

From Mad in America

(Published 04/02/22)


Inside a Forensic Psychiatry Unit: Calling in AIR Strikes 

 Editor’s Note: This is the fifth in a series written by Sean Gunderson, who was detained by the criminal justice system for 17 years after receiving a “not guilty by reason of insanity” verdict. The series documents the life of a forensic psychiatry patient—a world that few know, and which has rarely been written about by a former inmate. New pieces will be published the first weekend of each month. The full series is being archived here.

IIn this scenario we will learn about a new “weapon” in hegemonic conflict; that is, conflict that seeks to control others through consent, not violent force. As an inmate, our objective is to survive the detention center (DC) and we will need to employ a variety of tactics to convince the authorities to consent to our release.

We have already learned about our standard issue weapon, awareness, as well as the Mother of All Tactics of Hegemony (MATH). While our standard issue weapon is ready to be used at any moment, it is not all that powerful by itself, certainly not to convince particular staff who promote the medical model ideology that we are appropriate for release. However, the MATH is such a complex and powerful tactic that it is not always practical to use it in situations where the standard issue weapon alone is insufficient.

Here, we need to find a tactic that is somewhat more powerful than our awareness alone, yet far easier to wield than the MATH. In this scenario we will discover the importance of Advocate Intervention Response (AIR) Strikes. These AIR Strikes are precise operations, so we will need to learn how to effectively call them in.

While I was detained in the Elgin Mental Health Center (EMHC), I became the go-to inmate to call in AIR Strikes when needed, and I did so with significant efficacy.

Briefing

In the Illinois mental health system, there are two advocacy agencies for people with “disabilities” which includes those with so-called mental illness. One agency, the IL Guardianship and Advocacy Commission (IGAC), is a state agency that is tasked with, among other things, investigating claims of rights abuses within forensic psychiatric DCs. The other agency, Equip for Equality (EFE), is a private agency that is part of the federally-mandated and funded Protection and Advocacy (P&A) system that has generally the same task as IGAC.

It is worth pointing out that both the state and federal governments recognized that abuse of people with so-called mental illness was so common that specific agencies needed to be designated by law to protect them. It is these agencies to which we will be calling in our AIR Strikes.

The challenge with an inmate attempting to call in an AIR Strike is that IGAC and EFE are not just understaffed to meet the demands placed on them, but also that they have to play a complex game of politics that resembles a chess game with the DC Administration (ADMIN). That is, in order to help an inmate on one issue they may have to give in to ADMIN on several other issues brought by other inmates.

It turned out to be a relatively effective negotiating tactic, even if it disappointed numerous inmates in the process. However, many inmates could not handle this disappointment as many of them brought legitimate issues in their darkest hour of need. They felt abandoned and resentful of IGAC and EFE and I would hear numerous inmates openly refusing to work with these agencies.

The mental fortitude required to not react emotionally in the face of a refusal to help or a shoddy investigation that resulted in a favorable ruling toward ADMIN was so great that even the strongest of inmates would routinely give up on IGAC and EFE. I was not one of those inmates as I saw a great potential if one could learn to tolerate the disappointment.

Scenario

One of the few things in the DC that I could honestly say helped me was the activity therapy. I loved going to the gym and weight room. It allowed me to forget about the nightmarish circumstances in which I lived for an hour or two in the day. When I was playing basketball or soccer or in the weight room, I was in my own world. It did not matter where I was, I was working out. I could have been playing a pickup game of basketball at a local gym, park, or the gymnasium of a DC. Location did not matter as we inmates were there to have fun playing sports and exercising, we just happened to be in a DC while we were doing it. It was my near-daily escape from the psychological pressures of daily life in the DC.

Activity therapy was a unique phenomenon while at EMHC. It was simultaneously acknowledged to be a legitimate form of treatment to which inmates had a right, yet it was also acknowledged to be enjoyable, so it was subject to restrictions if an inmate violated rules. Moreover, on and off-unit sedentary group therapy always took precedence in the minds of the staff over activity therapy.  If an inmate broke a petty rule, like sharing a protein bar with another hungry inmate, then they would be subject to various restrictions, including being unable to attend the gym or other activity therapy department events. Such restrictions generally did not apply to therapy groups.

I do not care much what the official reason was. On the ground, in the minds of the inmates and staff stuck in a class struggle, the reason was that inmates enjoyed the gym and not sedentary groups (in general) and so, as a means to control the inmates through consent, special restrictions could be placed on activity therapy that could not be placed on group therapy. Put simply, staff recognized that inmates liked the gym and not group therapy, so for that fact alone activity therapy was restricted as a form of punishment.

I made it a point to frequent the gym as much as possible. Other inmates generally had difficulties with their respective treatment teams when they wanted to attend the gym. Generally, for inmates, if gym time conflicted with a group session, then the inmate would be coerced to attend the group, even if they wanted to attend the gym. I was generally able to avoid such coercion as I built a strong micro-narrative over time that the gym was my preferred form of “treatment” and that I would be rather difficult to deal with if I was not allowed to go to the gym. Most staff recognized that it was more trouble than it was worth to try to coerce me to go to a mental health group instead of the gym.

Furthermore, by this point in my detention, most staff recognized that I was not going to earn my release the “traditional” way through unquestioning obedience to the treatment team and ADMIN. Rather, it was well accepted that I was either going to die in there or find a non-traditional path to my freedom.

I knew that the gym helped me to deal with the adverse effects of being detained; it also helped me to work through my so-called mental illness. You see, in the gym I was allowed to express myself more fully and forget about what was going in within and around me. This small, yet consistent reprieve from daily life in the DC gave me inner space to work toward being a better person. However, as a result of my regular gym attendance, I needed a lot of clothing.

I prided myself on being a clean person while in the DC. Not only was it an expression of who I truly was, it also helped build a micro-narrative that I had good hygiene. Indeed, poor hygiene could be interpreted as a sign of so-called mental illness, so I was incentivized to stay clean to protect myself. I would shower every morning soon after I woke up. I would also shower after the gym. I always made sure to put on clean clothes after my showers.

As I was working out in the gym, yard, or my cell 1-3 times daily, I was going through a lot of clothes on a weekly basis. At EMHC, there was a laundry room on each unit and inmates were expected to do their own laundry. For years, this was not an issue. I took responsibility to keep my clothes clean and all my clothes were able to fit within the storage space provided.

However, as I neared the end of my detention, EMHC ADMIN decided to come up with a new restrictive policy. As inmates at EMHC, our lives were characterized by policies that allowed us to have a decent amount of personal property which was slowly being whittled down by ADMIN over time. When I left EMHC in 2019 we were allowed far less personal property than when I first arrived in 2005.

As ADMIN came up with new rules frequently, inmates would be left with a choice to acquiesce to the new rules and give up some of their personal items or resist and advocate for the upholding of their rights that initially allowed for the personal items. This was an ongoing years-long battle that I doubt will ever end, unless ADMIN is able to take nearly everything from inmates and there is simply nothing left for them to take.

As my petition for release was playing out in the court system over the course of about 18 months instead of the 4 months required under Illinois law, ADMIN decided all of a sudden that they wanted to come after inmates’ personal clothing items. At first, my unit, N unit, was unaffected. As the new policy came down through staff channels, it arrived on other units first. Some unit cultures were more conducive to new restrictive policies as the inmates were not strong advocates.

However, other units, including my own, were not so easy. Usually led by me, the inmates on N unit would complain, write petitions, contact outside agencies and even file pro se lawsuits (the MATH) to defend what little we had. I used to garner support among both inmates and staff by explaining that these restrictive policies served little purpose and that they were analogous to stealing personal items from a homeless person that one would see on the street. That is, as inmates already had so little, to take from us was cruel.

Upon hearing from other inmates that a new clothing policy was being implemented on their respective units that allowed for a mere 10 outfits, I struggled with what to do. Not only did I have an ongoing court petition for release, at this point the policy had not yet been implemented on my unit. Using my position as the unit liaison, I conferred with the unit staff in my “Staff Hinder Interference, Effectively Limiting Destruction” (SHIELD) defense. (By this point on N unit, the SHIELD defense that I began on M unit many years ago had extended to nearly all the unit staff, save for a handful.)

I received a general consensus of these staff that they did not want to implement the new policy. However, they acknowledged that there might come a point when they could not refuse to implement it.

I decided to do nothing. I had seen policies that were in full effect on other units, but never made it to N unit. I was able to go on like this for a few months. However, at one point the unit staff were directly pressured by ADMIN to implement the policy. As all the unit staff knew that I would not tolerate this policy, they decided to move in to implement it when I was off the unit at the gym on a Saturday morning.

I had gotten advance word that this was coming, and I was prepared to be civilly disobedient by telling the staff to take my clothes instead of me handing them over to them voluntarily. However, this did not come. I arrived back on the unit to stories of other inmates advising me of the implementation of this policy. I waited all day for the staff to come for my clothes and they never did.

Days later, the 3pm-11pm staff were ordered to take my clothing. First, the charge nurse advised me that they needed to take my clothes. I pleaded with her to allow me to keep my clothes, making it clear that this would result in a situation of neglect whereby I would end up living my daily life in dirty, sweaty clothes as I would not have enough clean clothes.

Neglect is a “reportable offense” to the Illinois Office of the Inspector General (OIG) and could result in serious disciplinary action if substantiated. My implication to her that this was neglect bought me about 1 week as the charge nurse could not find it in her heart to take my clothes and risk her job in the process.

Finally, ADMIN got word that I still retained my clothing. They personally came to N unit to order the treatment team (who were now on my side, advocating for my release) to confiscate my clothes save for 12 outfits as the policy had been amended prior to its implementation on N unit. That evening, the same PM shift charge nurse advised me that she had no choice. I reacted with my civil disobedience and allowed the staff into my room. I instructed them to pack my clothes and they asked me which ones I wanted to keep.

The AIR Strike

All this time I had been advising EFE on the situation. I had learned many years ago that the most effective way to get them or IGAC to help me in a time of distress was to develop an ongoing rapport with them and be seen by them as an accurate source of “on the ground” information. One of the greatest challenges for these agencies is that they are dealing with secure institutions that restrict the flow of information.

Even though state and federal laws allow staff of these agencies to show up unannounced at a DC and inspect whatever they want, they still had trouble determining what was really going on. They would often get conflicting reports from inmates and staff and sadly many of the inmates just did not have the ability to clearly and effectively relay information to them.

I had decided early on in my dealings with EFE and IGAC that I would not let any negative emotions shine through and that I would always use my attitude of gratitude sight (AGS) to identify what parts of my interactions with them were positive. This allowed me to maintain good rapport with them, and I am confident that it also gave them a morale boost as I believe that throughout the years many disappointed inmates let EFE staff hear their disappointment without a filter.

Sometimes as an inmate one was so controlled by the staff in the DC that any opportunity to let one’s emotions out without inhibition was prized. Some inmates would even brag about how they told EFE or IGAC how they really felt, as displaying such emotion to DC staff was rare and dangerous.

From about 2012 until my release in 2019 I gradually developed such a strong rapport with EFE that I convinced them to regularly attend Inmate Council Meetings (ICMs) These meetings allowed for elected inmate representatives to meet with ADMIN to discuss anything and everything about life in the DC, including new restrictive policies. They were very powerful and prestigious positions for inmates to hold, and I was consistently elected as a representative by other inmates.

As the laws governing EFE and IGAC allowed them to show up in the DC whenever they wanted, ADMIN could not stop them from attending the ICMs. I recall that EFE began attending our ICMs in or around 2014. This could be understood as the DC equivalent of the “Shock and Awe” campaign in the Iraq war. ADMIN never expected this, and it effectively made their corrupt behaviors far more difficult to realize on a regular basis.

At first, ADMIN found ways to outright avoid attending the meetings with EFE. While this was somewhat inconvenient, it also gave inmates some breathing room from new restrictive policies as ICMs were the appropriate forum to announce and discuss implementation of new policies. It took years for ADMIN to regain composure and be bold enough to attempt their corrupt actions with the presence of EFE at the ICMs.

This was the context into which I called in the much-needed AIR Strike regarding my personal clothing items. EFE trusted me to provide them with accurate and useful information and I did not let them down. I maintained contact with them as I heard of this policy being implemented on other units, although they could not open an investigation into possible human rights abuses until my clothes had been taken.

I had devised a long-term strategy to get my clothes back. I was going to continue my high level of physical activity and when I ran out of clean clothes, I would put on the dirty smelly clothes that I dug out of my hamper. I was confident that no micro-narratives would be constructed against me by unit staff; however, I could not so easily predict what ADMIN would do if they found out I was engaging in such civil disobedience. I also planned to let ADMIN know how abusive their new policy really was by writing an internal grievance each day that I had no choice but to wear dirty clothes.

At first ADMIN tried to appease EFE and me by allowing my unit to have 2 days for inmates to wash their clothes instead of 1. Normally, each unit was responsible for determining how many wash days inmates had and the times they could access the laundry room; however, in this situation ADMIN ordered my unit to allow inmates 2 separate days to wash clothes. I knew that this would not eliminate the problem but would result in slightly fewer internal grievances. This worked out well as I was able to wear dirty clothes less often, but still maintain the regular internal grievances and keep the EFE investigation open.

As time went on, I wrote more and more grievances. ADMIN stood their ground in their responses and the facility director made it a point to respond to nearly all of my grievances, which when it was all said and done amounted to around 50. Despite ADMIN attempting to appease me and EFE by allowing a second wash day for all inmates on N unit, EFE refused to settle for this. They continued to assert to ADMIN that this was a facility-wide problem that affected all inmates, not just me.

EFE recognized that I was the ideal case to use as the basis for an investigation as I was the most adversely affected inmate in the entire DC by this policy. Indeed, both EFE and I were well aware of this the entire time as no other inmate could have brought such a compelling argument. I was literally coerced to live in my own filth. Of course, ADMIN tried to blame me for choosing to exercise as much as I did, despite unit staff consensus that it was integral to my ongoing “treatment” and “mental health.”

Staff in my SHIELD defense empathized with me and would routinely overlook my attempts to sneak in more “contraband” clothing. Under state law, inmates could “receive, possess, and use personal property” unless it was deemed a danger to oneself or others. I convinced staff in my SHIELD that if 12 shirts were not dangerous, how could 20 shirts be dangerous?

My parents would drop off packages of personal property for me weekly, which included snacks and other items like clothes. When security opened and inspected the contents of the package, they would check for real contraband like drugs or weapons and then advise the unit staff that they had the responsibility, not security, to keep track of how many outfits an inmate had. In this manner, I was able to sneak in a few extra outfits.

I did not want to call attention to myself, as by this point I was writing a few grievances weekly. If this stopped all of a sudden, ADMIN could have figured out that I circumvented their policy and retaliate. Furthermore, it was in the interest of all inmates that I resolve this issue. This meant that I had to continue wearing dirty clothes even though I could have snuck in enough clothes to avoid this.

After several months of this terribly abusive living situation, the AIR Strike finally came fully to fruition. EFE had completed their investigation and determined that EMHC could not create a blanket policy restricting the number of clothing items for all inmates. As inmates have a statutory right to “individualized treatment,” such blanket policies that could directly affect the treatment of an inmate were considered illegal and a rights violation.

As a result, ADMIN was forced to amend the policy to allow the respective treatment teams of inmates to determine how many outfits were appropriate for them. In practice on N unit, this effectively opened the door for inmates to have as many outfits as they wanted. Generally, N unit staff did not want to bother with policing the number of outfits an inmate had. Other units adopted a similar attitude; however, other units continued to enforce the 12-outfit rule.

I continued my subversion by distributing copies of the new policy to inmates on all units. While I was not in a position to continue to fight this battle for them, I did give them the tool they needed to stand up for their rights themselves. This act compounded ADMIN’s hatred for me as they made it a point to limit inmates’ access to any and all policies, despite them being considered public documents. Indeed, this got so bad that several years prior to this issue, ADMIN had stopped giving me copies of policies upon request and advised me to submit formal Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requests to obtain them.

With the policy change, I was able to return to being the clean individual that I was. I never had to wear a dirty outfit again in there. However, I knew that ADMIN was very upset with this, as I had rarely seen them stand their ground so firmly on a new policy. I had obstructed their long-term plans and belittled their egos in the process.

While an inmate must remain hypervigilant in a DC under normal circumstances, I was a little extra vigilant as I knew ADMIN wanted to retaliate against me. I had always dealt with their retaliation in the past, so while I was confident that I could triumph over it, I nevertheless was extra concerned about this one, in part because I had an active court petition for release.

In this scenario, the retaliation came in the form of a very bold ambush on my court process for release. I had honestly expected the retaliation to be “in house”; that is, that it would happen in the DC itself. I suspected a room search, as these were the most common ways to harass inmates. I had seen numerous room searches that appeared to be ordered by ADMIN as retaliation against me or other inmates. When I suspected such retaliation, I would hide fewer “contraband” food items in my room so that they were easier to conceal during a room search.

However, ADMIN’s ambush this time took retaliation to a new level.

The facility director was a man whom I will call “The Enforcer” as he would act as an enforcer for the whims of a much more powerful member of ADMIN who preferred to remain in the background while pulling the strings. I will call the master of The Enforcer “Dr. Emperor.” The Enforcer was called by the prosecutor to testify against me in my petition for release.

The testimony of The Enforcer did not discount my substantial progress since the finding of Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI) in 2005. However, the retaliation that I was waiting for became apparent when the issue of my complaints against the clothing policy were brought up. By this point, the policy had been rescinded months ago and the culture on N unit had all but forgotten this unpleasant detour. At no point was I accused of being “symptomatic” by anyone, including ADMIN, despite the fact that I was wearing dirty clothes regularly for a few months. In other words, the micro-narratives in the DC remained favorable to me.

When The Enforcer got the chance to tell the story of my complaints against his clothing policy in his own words, the picture that he painted to the judge was shocking. Furthermore, in a court of law, I could not cry out that he was lying and misleading the court. I could only strategize the cross examination with my attorney who was well aware that The Enforcer was perjuring himself.

The Enforcer told a story of a confused and mentally ill man who was acting against his own best interests. He portrayed me as complaining that the policy had been changed to allow for more clothes. He tried to characterize me as complaining for the policy to return to its original and highly restrictive form despite it resulting in me wearing dirty clothes. He tried to characterize himself as being the “sane” one who chose to change the policy to allow for more clothes so that I would not have to wear dirty clothes.

His only supporting evidence for this was the label of “mentally ill.” This label allows staff in DCs to concoct any story they want about an inmate and in many circumstances it gets accepted as fact. Had I not been the fierce and articulate advocate that I was, had my attorney not been adequately motivated to provide effective cross-examination, and had the judge mindlessly given deference to The Enforcer as the facility director, he might have gotten away with lying under oath to sabotage my petition for release.

Tragically, in all too many situations, the inmate is not articulate enough, the attorney too apathetic, and the judge too eager to buy into the convenience of the “presumption of correctness” that our laws grant mental health professionals like The Enforcer. This results in the truth getting buried alive along with the inmate in the DC.

My attorney was able to get the judge to realize that The Enforcer had made up the whole thing during cross-examination. While this was obvious perjury, the judge stopped short of such accusations to give minimal respect to The Enforcer and the “presumption of correctness.” Indeed, had the judge made outright accusations of perjury, he would have opened a highly complicated can of worms that he did not want to. He saw how well I was doing during the 18-month petition and seemed eager to finish so that he could grant my release.

However, at the end of testimony that day, when my attorney and the prosecutor were scheduling the next hearing date, the judge made clear that he did not understand what was going on with the staff at EMHC and that he did not like it. This was a huge victory for my attorney and I as we had broken through the societal narrative that justifies the legal “presumption of correctness” and truth was victorious that day.

Debriefing

The actions of The Enforcer are all too common in psychiatric DCs. The label of “mentally ill” is not even understood adequately by the professionals who are responsible for treating it. What chance do lay people have to truly understand the epistemological bankruptcy of the concept of “mental illness” when confronted with the assertions of professionals who expect deference to their knowledge and experience? I like to say that when nobody knows what so-called mental illness really is, then anybody can pretend to know what it is.

Compound this with the “presumption of correctness” that the court system formally gives mental health professionals as well as the behind-the-scenes influence of Dr. Emperor, and it should be clear why The Enforcer believed that he had a chance of successfully sabotaging my petition for release with such a bold and risky action. Indeed, the potential existed for him to be criminally charged for this.

However, The Enforcer overlooked the uniqueness of this situation as I was supported by EFE in my successful AIR Strike. There was extensive documentation of EFE’s involvement and the legitimacy of my complaints. While I had certainly experienced my share of disappointment at the hands of EFE and IGAC, I never gave up in seeing the potential they offered. I had used my “true vision goggles” to see that these were well-intended people who truly wanted to help but who were stuck in a terribly broken system that tolerates all sorts of corruption from mental health professionals who may even honestly believe that they are helping the inmates with their corrupt actions.

I do not doubt the possibility that The Enforcer and Dr. Emperor may have genuinely believed that they were really helping me by providing knowingly false testimony under oath in an apparent attempt to sabotage my release and confine, or “treat” me for years to come. This deranged sort of patriarchal “help” can be seen as analogous to NGRI inmates who harmed other people based on a delusion that they were helping those people. Indeed, in 2002 I was one of those people.

While I learned the hard way that harm is not help, and no amount of delusion can make it such, I pity those mental health professionals who still cannot figure out this obvious reality.



Wednesday, March 16, 2022

20 Steps for Fraud, Obstruction of Justice, Modern Slavery

 Here’s how it works. 

1. Somebody does something so ugly that virtually all of his/her fellows just want him/her gone. 

2. The person is arrested, charged and taken to trial. 

3. The prosecutor, judge, jury, and/or other people involved see no real hope for justice because the offender is too damn crazy, and cannot apparently understand or be understood. 

4. All involved agree to pretend that the offender has a brain disease that can be cured by psychiatric “medicine”.

5. The offender gets locked up in a “hospital” operated by the Illinois Department of Human Services. 

6. A “Treatment Plan” is written to slowly disable the offender from ever being able to do ugly things in the future. 

7. The “Treatment Plan” is followed in such manner as to dehumanize the offender without grossing out the public, and allow anyone directly involved to say they are “helping”.

8. The offender quickly learns that the whole “medicine” and “treatment” pretense is a charade, but he/she copes and plans to get out. 

9. The offender is an object of constant close surveillance from a team of professionals to make sure he/she never tells anyone that the whole “medicine” and “treatment” pretense is a charade. 

10. Illinois taxpayers foot the bill at $800+ per day. The people putting on the charade get their piece of this action.  

11. Rarely (but increasingly more often these days), somebody complains that this whole system is destructive and ought to be abolished. 

12. The complainer is said to be crazy like all the locked-up offenders, and his/her complaints are ruled “unfounded”.

13. Very rarely, the complainer is able to offer good arguments and/or proof. 

14. In exceptionally rare instances, some public authority like a court, or somebody in the media, starts to believe the complainer. 

15. Some of the people who get paid for putting on the charade feel threatened by exposure. They look for ways to reduce or eliminate the perceived threat. 

16. The threat reduction tactics include perjury, intimidation, and defamation, at least. But occasionally they go so far as murder.

17. Meanwhile completely unaware, Illinois taxpayers continue to foot the bill, not only for the vast “medicine” and “treatment” scam, but also for lawyers to protect the scammers from exposure. 

18. The lawyers gradually learn or suspect that the scammers are in fact scammers, but they try to do their jobs and represent them anyway

19. The lawyers end up violating rules and codes of ethics, and getting caught. 

20. Almost everyone laments. Only a few learn something and start over in more honest jobs. 

Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Guys! You should refuse to tolerate me, publicly or privately...

I'll start out this article by apologizing for my recent relative absence. It has been several months since I've published an article here, and I know EMHC employees have probably been pining away, anticipating my latest words of wisdom or insult, for far too long.

Two discoveries motivated my (gracious, I hope) return today.

The first was the fact that one earlier article (my discussion of MRT back in October, 2016) received very positive reviews, and stimulated excellent conversation among Drew Beck, Faisa Kareemi, Hasina Javed, and several others. 

I should probably clarify something for Drew. I was not agreeing with psychiatry in opposition to MRT, or with MRT in opposition to psychiatry, in that article. My point, rather, was that patients at EMHC are required, simultaneously or within a continuing process of "recovery", to profess full faith and belief in two directly contradictory concepts.

Such an incoherent demand on drug-suppressed cognition is probably not quite as destructive as, e.g., years of sexual abuse at the hands of "beneficent" captors, or a forced pregnancy.... But it surely can inspire profound distrust.

Right, Drew? You said you had been making the same arguments in my blog article on MRT yourself, for a long time. I was very happy to find out we were on the same page, in a sense, philosophically. And, it seems to me that MRT is not quite seen as the panacea that it might once have been. years ago, at Elgin. Maybe that's a joint, small victory that you and I can share some pride in?

On the other hand Drew, you were baffled about how I could agree with psychiatry if I didn't believe in mental illness. First of all, I'm a lawyer. Thus, I'm trained to agree with almost any idea for a moment or two, just in order to better understand and more effectively refute it.

But I honestly was not favoring the psychiatric view (that people only do bad things because their brain chemistry is out of tune) over the MRT view (that people have to admit being evil and repent), in my article. I think both sides of that argument are impractical.

I should also hasten to add, FYI, that there is no Scientology belief that "mental illness does not exist." The relevant Scientology belief, as it is clearly stated in the published Creed of the Church, and as I explained more fully in the first article I ever published on this blog, is "That the study of the Mind and the healing of mentally caused ills should not be alienated from religion or condoned in non-religious fields." Either educate yourself, or be more polite!

Which brings me to the second discovery that motivated this article, especially it's title.

A February 24, 2022 article in Psychiatric News is entitled, "Let's End the Destructive Habit of Doubting Psychiatric Illness." The author is Daniel Morehead, M.D., a veritable scion of the royal American psychiatric establishment. His rather aggressive admonition to  all of you mental health professionals is, you sure better toe the line, actively defend the psychiatric faith, and never tolerate people who don't believe in it (like me); in fact, you'd better fight all those crazy anti-psychiatrists (like me)!

The article itself is transparently weak and illogical as an argument. But it makes up for that with sheer aggression and fear mongering. 

Morehead doesn't seem able to acknowledge that "medical" is not exactly the same concept as "real". He appears to think mental illness being "real" is the same issue as mental illness being "medical". But in fact, the only way to tell if something is medical is by asking yourself whether medicine treats it. An obvious example is homicide: do we give the perpetrator anti-psychotic drugs, or prison? If we give her drugs, then the homicide was a medical issue; if we give her prison, it wasn't. Only our actions and opinions after the fact provide the distinction. However, either way the homicide was real.

He also conflates "biologically abnormal" with "damaging". But surely a marathoner who runs 26.2 miles in two hours is biologically abnormal, although his ability is not damaging.

Morehead also seems to have no question whatsoever about whether psychiatric "treatment" is a categorically wonderful thing, even in the face of so much evidence that, e.g., disability due to mental illness has continued to increase rapidly in the last half century, and that people diagnosed with schizophrenia are much more likely to fully recover in third-world countries where drugs are not available for it.

I think most mental health professionals would feel nervous reading the argument in this article. It's too childishly shrill, even when you don't consciously identify the precise logical errors and missing or contrary evidence. The first time I read it, I seriously considered that it might actually be satire.

However, Morehead has impact. What he does, really, is declare war on anti-psychiatry. He demands that all mental health professionals must recognize the danger posed by people like me.

Morehead says you guys should refuse to tolerate me. What's unreal about that is, you already recognize me as a human being who might be tolerable. You even agree with me sometimes, or find me interesting. Drew Beck, Faisa Kareemi, Hasina Javed and others liked my article about MRT. Years ago, an EMHC psychiatrist told her boss, "Mr. Kretchmar is a valuable part of our treatment team!" (I thought that was a bit exaggerated, but I didn't mind.)

Hey, it's true that I'm a long-time Scientologist. But I also have plenty of credentials as a tolerable person: college degree, license to practice law in Illinois, a wife of 46 years, three kids and three grandkids, dogs, a nice house and neighbors who are all good friends, good Scotch whiskey.... 

It would be a pretty safe bet that any one of you would find it far more natural to come over to my house for a Fourth of July party, than to "refuse to tolerate" me, as Daniel Morehead demands that you must.

Morehead is a fanatic. I think you guys can read his call to arms and recognize that. The top of the food chain in psychiatry, those arrogant, racist leaders like Jeffrey "freak of nature" Lieberman (and perhaps a couple M.D. psychiatrists at EMHC, whose initials could be JPC, RM, SH), are just delusional. I don't believe they'll get many of you to enlist.