I put 10 years into alt-rock radio before settling in Austin where I live on psych disability and legislative tracking when the patriarchs are in session. I’ve been a burden on the welfare state since before you were born, in exchange for a colorful array of psychiatric labels. This is how it’s done, no such thing as a free lunch. I take this American safety net seriously, its bureaucrats less so.
My no-count husband, Major Depression, is the leading cause of disability in the United States. The black dog pounces and I wallow in squalor, when dogs run free, I try to, as they say, put it out there. I’ve been spewing my fortunate life history since 1989. This portal leads to the online archive. I am Robin in the ridiculous boots.
I have lots of stories about what’s out there. I’ve been a D V crises counselor, hotline volunteer, Alzheimer’s attendant, house manager at a residential flophouse, CPS intern, prison advocate, and patients rights liaison at Austin state hospital; all jobs lost to breakdowns and smashups, but I am, objectively speaking, a high-achieving nobody.
This blog, now defunct, is a timeless and enduring exploration of sucky developments in theory and treatment of mental distress — especially psychopharmacologicalism and insulting, vapid, short-term correction therapies, that too often translate to the denial of basic rights and resources for those unwilling to comply with dominant psychiatry, which increasingly controls social services and the law. You’ll come to see how diagnostic mislabeling is not a mistake, but a fucking political issue, linked to coercive policies, that together comprise the reigning (and speculative) biological model of mental illness under critique here.
It’s not the model I take issue with, but the dogmatism. Biopsychiatry is a single-minded approach that ignores simple, obvious and straightforward narrative explanations for psychiatric phenomena.
Maybe some folks have been harmed by their heredity, but my own genes have never broke my bones and dragged me down the stairs. People like me, who have been damaged by experience are not well served by the medical model. As a champion of humanistic psychology it just makes sense to take their dismantling of existential theory and application as a personal offense.
About blog comments:
Save them, you’re here to learn. If you get *triggered* that might be a clue you need to connect with a radical mental health professional. Meanwhile have a drink and try to relax.
Here’s to a little less behavior mod and a lot more uproar. Namaste, and enjoy your stay, it’s later than we think.