“concentual sex in locked inpatient mental health settings” The word is “consensual,” from the base word “consent.”
“stony brook cpep” There are a lot of queries about Stony Brook CPEP, located on Long Island. Apparently there is a serious problem there.
“dr levine psychiatry syracuse ny” Roger Levine is director of the inpatient psychiatric unit at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Syracuse. It is currently under investigation by the NYS Dept. of Health.
“have to go to cpep first before inpatient” No, you do not have to go to CPEP in order to access inpatient psychiatry. Your psychiatrist—or possibly your psychologist or social worker—can arrange a direct admission to an inpatient psychiatric unit.
“schizophrenia and the brain” Schizophrenia is not a brain disease; it is the result of trauma, often repeated, and can be cured with empathic psychotherapy. If you take antipsychotics on a continuous basis then you will suffer loss of brain mass.
“why belief is crucial factors in recovery” Belief in what? Believe in yourself. Nobody knows you like you do.
“paul cohen, phd, psychologist , syracuse univ” Paul Cohen, Ph.D., is a psychologist located in Fayetteville, N.Y. He is a graduate of Syracuse University but is not currently affiliated with it.
“what are the regulations for cpep” Complete, total, absolute subservience in mind and body.
“where to get inpatient psych help that isnt degrading” A private, for-profit, treatment center. Any good businessman knows that he has to treat you nicely if he wants your business. I spent 120 days in a private psychiatric hospital, paid for by Medicare. Check it out and see if you can still get that.
“involuntary commitment straight jacket” I haven’t seen a straight jacket used in decades. Now the “straight jacket” is chemical—drugs. I have seen straight jackets and I have seen lobotomies, and you don’t ever want to see either.
“what happens when inpatient psych drugs don’t work” They give you more drugs. There is no end to the quantity of drugs they will use.
“inpatient mental health unit use of handcuffs” Hand cuffs are used by law enforcement, not mental health. Mental health uses “restraints,” which just as effectively limit movement, but they are padded four-point restraints that limit movement of the feet as well as hands. Handcuffs would only appear on inpatient psychiatry if law enforcement was transporting a patient to or from the unit.
“psychiatric evaluation by psychiatrist evaluation done my nurse practitioner” A properly trained nurse practitioner can do a psychiatric evaluation—happens all the time in Emergency Departments.
“inpatient mental health hell” Sure is, babe. As soon as you know you’re going there, call a lawyer. Lawyers are the only thing doctors are afraid of. In NYS, call the Mental Hygiene Legal Service.
“ecmc cpep” Erie County Medical Center—what’s up with that?
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