A Couple of Thoughts


1a.  Most psychiatrists are idiots.  If he is working for you then there is the possibility that he is not an idiot, however, if he is being paid by someone other than yourself, he is an idiot, e.g., if he is being paid by a hospital, government agency or any other source then he either is a fool and in the name-calling game or he is covering up the fact that he is dangerously emotionally disturbed.  Make him put in writing everything he does and then get a copy.

  1. Bad bodies lead to bad minds.  So-called “mental illness” is not to be found in the body, e.g., brain scans are not going to show you the source of your son’s schizophrenia.  Life is a social disease and that’s where emotional unhealth starts—from not knowing how to live right.  However, the sicker the body gets, the sicker the mind gets.  The more physical illnesses you acquire then the more likely you are to present with emotional illnesses.  Therefore, the best action to prevent mental illness is to get a good night’s sleep, eat a healthy diet and exercise as much as you can.
  2. The biggest purveyor of psychiatric stigma is the medical industry.  Physicians do not understand mental illness and are pathologically afraid of their own emotions, therefore every time they see a psychiatric diagnosis anywhere in the vicinity of their patient, they stick it on the patient with superglue and carry it forward forever and ever.  The medical industry nails psychiatric diagnoses to patients without regard to time or context.  If you break your leg, physicians will accept healing and stop reporting it.  They do not believe that you ever heal from a psychiatric disorder therefore they will carry the diagnosis forward for the rest of your life.
  3. If you have ever had any psychiatric diagnosis then you should never, ever, for any reason, authorize release of your medical records into any electronic system.  Your medical records will appear in the most unexpected places and a psychiatric diagnosis will damn you forever.
  4. REPEAT: If you have ever had any psychiatric diagnosis then you should never, ever, for any reason, authorize release of your medical records into any electronic system.
  5. Marijuana and morphine should be available on request to any person who is living in a nursing home.  “Happiness” can and should be chemically induced for everyone who is too sick to live in the community.
  6. The palliative care unit of the Iroquois Nursing Home is the only thing that has made me doubt God’s love.
  7. Psychologists generally are intelligent and emotionally healthy people who are helpful.
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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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