Carol Hayes Collier, Truth and Sex: Answers to Questions


What to do if you catch patients having sex on a psych unit

If it appears consensual, then honor the celebration of life, walk away and keep your mouth shut.  If it appears nonconsensual, scream bloody murder to get staff members to come break it up.

Nonviolent communication disorders

As opposed to violent communication disorders?  You were probably looking for nonviolent communication, which is a way of talking to each other, not a treatment for a disorder. https://behindthelockeddoors.wordpress.com/2011/04/11/non-violent-communication-felon-v-patient/

Human beings are made not born

How can human beings be made not born?  Maybe you were searching for “Made, Not Born,” a two-part essay about how inpatient psychiatry changed me.  I was born human; inpatient psychiatry made me a violent radical. https://behindthelockeddoors.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/made-not-born-an-end-to-inpatient-psychiatric-hospitalization-part-i/

CPEP intensive care

CPEP is not intensive care; it is emergency care.  Medically, intensive care brings the most sophisticated, comprehensive and constant treatments to your bedside; emergency care is frontline, fast treatment when you’ve just gotten sick or injured.  Psychiatrically, there is virtually no intensive care, and CPEP emergency care is not treatment.  It is basically a holding cell with drugs.  You get no other kind of treatment (no individual or group psychotherapy or anything else).  The main purpose of being admitted to CPEP—as opposed to being treated and released—is to keep you off the streets.

How to switch psychiatrists in a locked down hospital ward

Good luck with that.  You cannot be on voluntary inpatient psychiatry without an attending psychiatrist, which means you can’t fire one psychiatrist until you have a replacement.  If you’re involuntary then I think that legally you cannot fire your psychiatrist.  Finding a replacement is the problem.  I’ve seen inpatients talk to one psychiatrist after another, asking if the psychiatrist will take a new patient.  One problem is that one doctor will not take another doctor’s patient because it’s considered stealing.  You think you’re a free agent, but you’re wrong.  You “belong” to the doctor who brought you in—unless, of course, you’re a royal pain in the ass and your first doctor is dying to get rid of you.  The problem with that is that if you have a reputation for being a pain in the ass then no other doctor is going to want to pick you up.

Once upon a time, I was admitted to a private hospital by a new doctor.  Within 48 hours it became apparent that there was something really off the wall about her way of relating to me.  The director of one of the other units was a friend of mine, so I went to him and he arranged for a new psychiatrist to pick me up.

Can a locked-in patient recover?

No.  What a locked-in patient can do is be drugged into submission, or learn the skills for appearing reasonably normal.  This will get you discharged.  Once you’re free you can then go about your own growth process to become the person you were meant to be.  Locked up on inpatient psychiatry, you can only become what other people want you to be.  You cannot be yourself.

Carole Hayes Collier

Carol Hayes Collier is ostensibly an advocate for psychiatric patients.  She has made the claim that she was co-founder of the Mental Patients Liberation Alliance.  I worked for The Alliance for two years and it was my understanding that George Ebert was the sole founder.  I never heard or saw anything to substantiate the claim that Collier was an equal partner.

The NYS Office of Mental Health made money available to create a peer support center.  At the time, Collier was working for Transitional Living Service, which was setting up a peer center.  Collier ran the organizational group, of which I was a member.  One day we were to meet to choose a name.  Collier already had chosen a name—Unique Peerspectives—and would not tolerate the peers changing it.

At a later time, I was on inpatient psychiatry at St. Joseph’s Hospital and I saw and experienced many things that were in violation of NYS Office of Mental Health regulations.  After I was discharged, I sought support for filing complaints and getting the wrongs righted.  At that time, Collier was working as an advocate in the NYS Office of Mental Health field office in Syracuse.  She offered no assistance or support in righting the wrongs, but told me that if I was really upset about what happened then I should see a therapist.  Collier made it my problem when it was the system’s problem.  She was being paid by the system.

A couple years ago, I spoke at Unique Peerspectives about my journey through quitting drugs and getting a life.  To those gathered, I offered my email address and the willingness to talk to anybody about anything related to healing.  Collier was not present.

The following year, Collier was back working at Transitional Living Service and I was receiving case management services from TLS.  My case manager wanted me to do a presentation to the staff at TLS but he kept getting turned down.  Collier was in charge of staff development.  I called her up and asked why she was blocking the opportunity for the staff to learn from my experience.  She said it was because I had refused to work with people at Unique Peerspectives.  When I denied that, she adamantly stuck with her “inside” sources and would not believe me.

Carol Hayes Collier is part of the psychiatric system, not an advocate on behalf of patients who are being abused by the system.

Do you tell the truth as a psych inpatient?

No.  Inpatient psychiatry is a corruption of every good thing in human relationships.  Psychiatric “professionals” certainly are not telling you the truth—if they were, then the reporting that is done at shift change would be public.  Given the fact that they have taken away your freedom and locked you down, you have the moral right to lie whenever it will benefit your circumstances.  If you find any single staff member who is worthy of your trust—and there are some—then feel free to be truthful, but be very careful.  The more they know about you, the more they can control you.

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About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2
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