(if i were to write in honor of Kathy A this would be where i would say so)
I am fourteen and I am filling up the water bowl.
I am taking off my shirt. Continue reading “ROBBIE B”
ROBBIE B
The Therapist and The Two Realities of Power
There is a difference between a ‘fabricative realist’ (one who invents a reality for the purpose of manipulating or holding control over another) and a ‘deluded realist’ (one who believes in the reality that a person with more power convinces them to believe).
Neither fabricative realism nor deluded realism is realist realism: it is a situational realism that forms between two parties in a relationship that is built on a significant power differential, a power differential primarily based on access to information.
A perfect example of this might be found in the traditional therapist-client relationship. Continue reading “The Therapist and The Two Realities of Power”
Part of MITA’s literacy mission is to empower through education. We hope to inform institutionalized individuals and people affected by the mental health industry about commitment, mental hygiene law, and their rights. Continue reading “A Cognitive Autonomy Information Sheet”
Jacqueline Wilson
Exposing Psycho: How Hitchcock’s Famous Film Aided in My Recovery from Trauma
For Becky and Ryan
“Film should be stronger than reason.” –Alfred Hitchcock Continue reading “Jacqueline Wilson”
Justice for Barbara Warren-Jones
In 2017, while I was incarcerated against my will in a psychiatric institution in Buffalo, NY for ten days, I shared a room with a woman I will never forget.
She was Barbara to me at the time, although on one occasion, I asked her for her last name and I wrote it down in my composition notebook. Tonight, I looked through the pages of that notebook for her name. I have not been able to bear to look at what I had written during my time in hell with my friend until now. I found what I could handle reading for tonight. Three words:
Barbara Warren Jones. Continue reading “Justice for Barbara Warren-Jones”
Lisa Carter
Ashes To The East
Francine Bankowski handed the neatly wrapped bundles of cloth to the woman before her—her slender, icy hands trembling—noting her customer’s look of distaste when they touched.
I’m cold and tired, not filthy, Continue reading “Lisa Carter”
Viv
“dust”
be beside yourself,
as your petal becomes a garlic skin skeleton,
stay near yourself so you do not
turn to nothing. Continue reading “Viv”
Melissa S. Bennett
The Comfort Room
I sat in an old, ratty recliner
In The Comfort Room.
With supervision, of course
Someone to judge my every facial expression
A bout of laughter
Or a single tear Continue reading “Melissa S. Bennett”
Madwomen in the Attic 