The Narcissist-Hating Movement is wrought with Eugenics and Racism.

Google the term Narcissist and you’ll come up with all sorts of blogs out there. You can even find books on Amazon and YouTubes galore talking about “I was abused by narc husband.” These are probably more plentiful than “I was abused in a nuthouse.” This is scary business and this is why….

It is scary because it’s eugenics. The same people who are complaining about the behavior of so-called “narcs” are also saying they’re hopelessly “damaged” by these “narcs.” They say they’re somehow “victims” of “narcs.” They warn others to avoid “narcs” on all costs, to stay away so that you too, will not fall prey to another scary “narc.” Oh dear! One is coming after you right now! Duck or something!

Wow, you’d think that monsters were roaming the earth, subhumans of sorts. Do you hear the separation, that somehow “narcs” aren’t human, and the rest of us, non-narcs, somehow are? Yet non-narcs are warned to stay away from the monsters. And told just how to spot one. This one is, and this one is not. A falsie here, and here’s a genuine one. Are you an expert at spotting a “narc”? Hone up y0ur skills! It’ll come down to that, since the “narcs” are taking over the earth!

What to do? Round ’em up? Kill ’em! Imprison them! Surely, those “damaged” by such subhumans will tell you again and again that a “narc” can’t change anyway. So why not? Lock ’em up and gas ’em. These folks are so damaged and so pissed. And so racist.

Look closely at what they are saying. The decision, to call a person a “narc” is based purely on how pissed you are. I, too, was treated terribly by another person whose behavior was classic “narc.” I do not associate with that person anymore, and have not for many years. I would not recommend that you associate with that person, either, but that’s purely your business. I do not recommend mass slaughter nor mass imprisonment of any class of people nor labeling of “narcs” EVER nor do I see it as a disease, communicable or otherwise. I simply see it as part of my past. Done and over with. A part I do not ever want to repeat.

I am not downplaying anyone’s abuse experience. It happened to me, too. In fact, by the time you’re my age, I’d be surprised if you don’t run into such characters!  I’m only saying, please, please, please, lay off the eugenics. If you don’t want to be called a “victim,” which could possibly also be called a disease, then don’t call a “narc” a disease, either.

According to Szasz

This is so, so true! An obstetrician  who refuses to perform abortions is not called an anti-obstetrician . A surgeon who won’t perform a sex change surgical procedure is not called an anti-surgeon.  Yet because psychiatrists are married to our legal system, should a psychiatrist refuse to perform commitments, he is called an antipsychiatrist. 

Thanks to fellow blogger to point this out….

Kindly note that despite the fact that this treatment center (can we even call it that?) obviously couldn’t possibly have “cured” anyone, they still managed to bribe, or threaten, or somehow manipulate people into stating the place “helped” them. This is just how it works. The average “rehab” may, or may not be as bad as the one we see in this link, however, they all rack up “success stories,” don’t they? They all puff up their success rates and make them look larger than life. That’s my point. How on earth could anyone leave this place and say it cured them?

http://www.dallasnews.com/news/crime/2016/10/05/irving-fort-worth-police-arrest-10-people-rehab-facilities-say-held-will

And yet supposedly a few did. If this place can somehow invent such claims, then clearly, so can every single rehab out there. So can every treatment center you’ve ever heard of. They ALL inflate their statistics about how great they are. If it means making money, of course they do.

And if they all do, and we all know it, their data isn’t worth much, is it?

There is no such thing as “victim mentality,” and here’s why

There’s no such thing as victim mentality. If you have ever been told “it’s your attitude,” this is a lie, a myth, completely untrue. If you have ever been told you were made into a victim due to personal weakness, this, too, is untrue, completely false. This is why some people end up victimized more than once:

First of all, why do some people commit crimes? I read in an article by a crimnologist that people commit crimes because they can get away with these crimes. Or think they can. Or are under the illusion of safety from prosecution. They think they won’t get caught. They might drive a car that isn’t registered simply because they think no one will notice that there’s no license plate affixed either in front nor in back, or that no one will notice that the license plate is fake. They might cheat on their taxes because they know the IRS is slow to catch up on paperwork. They might cheat on their wives, knowing their wives won’t find out. What’s a little dishonesty here and there? These are relatively minor things.

What about medical error, that truly harms another person? Doctors are human. To err is human. If the doctor admits he made a mistake, and apologizes, then this is not medical malpractice. It is a medical error and even if there is harm, the patient agreed to the procedure knowing there were risks. On the other hand, if the doctor makes a mistake, then refuses to admit it, and instead claims there was an underlying illness, an illness that didn’t even exist prior to the procedure and is only using this fake diagnosis to cover up the read harm done, then it is indeed malpractice.

This is pretty much the basis of all malpractice, the invention of a fake underlying illness that covers up the real harm. This is how patients are harmed repeatedly, since the harm from the fake, secondary diagnosis (and even treatment for it!) can be greater than the initial harm.

Here are some examples. A patient is given an antidepressant following the death of a close relative. This is a commonplace occurrence nowadays.  A number of my friends have been given anti-d’s after they lost their spouses. Let’s call our patient Rose. Rose was given Effexor. After a few weeks on Effexor (which Rose said “changed her life”) Rose stopped sleeping. She behaved erratically, showing signs of mania. She was hospitalized for “bipolar.” The doctor failed to see that the Effexor caused Rose to become manic. Instead, he claimed she had an “underlying bipolar.” After that, Rose was put on many cocktails, drugged to a stupor.

Here is another example. After many years in the mental health system, a female patient named Lily is given shock treatments. The doctor fails to listen to her family after they beg and plead to have the shock stopped. The doctor continues the shock even after Lily can barely put a sentence together. Finally, he stops the shock because he can see that any further shock will literally kill her. Now, it seems that the shock was not curative. Lily goes to many doctors and gets brain scans showing brain damage. The shock doc claims that Lily had “poor lifestyle” that caused brain deterioration, that it would have happened anyway. He suggests “coping skills” for her “bad lifestyle,” and because she refuses to be silent about it, he then recommends “more ECT.”

A third example. After decades in the System, a patient says, “ENOUGH!” The docs wonder why she is saying this. The patient says, “I believe in human rights, not this diagnosis hogwash.” The doctors look at her quizzitively. Human rights? Uh oh. This patient is on to us. Quick. Get out all the artillery! They diagnose her with paranoia. There. That will do it. “Any time she mentions human rights, call her paranoid. Rediagnosing person as paranoid is the best way to discredit a person, and the best way to get us off the hook.”

This is how it happens. No, it isn’t you. It’s because they saw they got away with it once, so they think they can get away with it another time. Don’t let them. Sue the crap out of them, or just say no.

The Keeping-You-Hanging Method of Job Discrimination

It’s so simple, and everyone’s doing it, so we can, too! Here’s how it is done:

We don’t want to hire certain people. We only want certain types and not other types.  We don’t want to admit we’re discriminatory, so we don’t want to send out “We’re sorry…” letters. This would give us away. The best thing would be to remain silent. The Silent Treatment is our way of staying out of trouble, out of the limelight, away from the risk of leaving a quotable trail for the attorneys to pick up on.

So here is the plan. Say nothing. Do nothing. Now we have our employees hired, and left out the ones we didn’t want. But as for the undesirables we did not hire, we aren’t sending out “We’re sorry….” letters. Instead, we’re leaving them hanging. They’ll never know. Months from now, they’ll still be wondering. A few have written to inquire, but we have not answered. Too bad! The Silent Treatment will work wonders!

Still they are wondering whether they are hired, yet we were finished hiring months ago. We’ve kept them hanging. And hanging. And hanging. They don’t realize we didn’t hire them due to discrimination. Our silence didn’t give that nasty fact away. Our silence protected us. Our silence makes us look golden. We hope we never see them again, and that they forget.

Now, six months have passed. We’ve sent out notices again. “Hey, we’re hiring! Come apply!” Problem is, those we have discriminated against have noticed, and are wondering what the heck we’re up to.

The Sound of the Siren

The piece below is part of a dramatic narrative presentation titled Behind Locked Doors, written and performed by writer, speaker, and psychiatric survivor Julie Greene. This is pre-recorded. Julie also performs her spoken word pieces before live audiences.

Sweet Evening Breeze, a love story….Oral narration about ECT and aftermath by Julie Greene

I wrote and recorded this in 2015.

I will be inserting this into my ECT pages so that it can be accessed right here.

My Marathon in Five Parts (audio piece by Julie Greene)

I’ve managed to obtain a WordPress plugin that enables me to embed audio right into my blog here. I no longer need to rely on Spreaker for audio podcasts, though it was nice to have the venue. However, I am planning more and more audio, so I figure I am less limited by being able to post my pieces here. If this plugin works out I will be making a PAGE of audio material. I have quite a bit of it to share with you all.

I did this piece early in 2014. I was dismayed that it was overlooked, barely noticed in fact. I had worked very hard on it. Then again, all my works that I did back then were underappreciated, deliberately ignored. I was not even recognized as a professional writer. I was only seen as a mental patient, a person people loathed.

To listen to my piece of spoken word art, please click “PLAY.” It’s as easy as that. No links to click on, no excuses now. I know who my friends are, and dear friends, I sure love you very much and appreciate you, whoever you are, wherever you are in the world.

You can talk all you want about drug harm, but that’s the easy part…..

As far as I am concerned, it’s too easy to blame the pills. I’m sick of hearing it. I’m sick if hearing shifted blame on chemicals alone. I am not trying to dismiss drug  harm, but we cannot ignore the harm caused when we incarcerate people who haven’t even committed crimes! Locking people up for “future dangerousness” and then, calling it “care” is not only a human rights abuse, it’s outright FRAUD.

So we stop the drugs. Get rid of them.  Then what? Keep on locking people up and calling them diseases? The harms will only continue. I doubt much will even change.

What needs to change is far greater than a handful of poison pills.

Persona

Now and then I consider stopping blogging due to ever-lowering readership. People do not like text-only blogs. They like cutesie “memes.” They like “pics.” I rarely post such stuff unless I have a decent photo of Puzzle to share. They like uplifting posts even if they are full of lies about how great life is. Or even boring stuff about television, celebrities, or the latest expensive fad product on the market. I do not blog about these things, so people I suppose that is why folks don’t bother anymore.

I have lost many friends, especially over the hospital abuse. They refuse to believe it really happened. They continue to default to the hospital’s side when clearly, the hospital was in the wrong. I’ve tried sending informational links about diabetes inspidus and how it’s dangerous to deprive a person with DI of water, how you can really kill that person, but they refuse to admit how serious it all was. Frankly, they are either naive to defend the hospital, or too stubborn to admit they were just plain wrong and totally cruel to accuse me of “water addiction.” They continue to claim I’m psychotic and that the whole thing never happened.

I believe this is because some people find saying “I’m sorry” incredibly difficult. It’s a lot easier to just say nothing and continue the false belief that the one you harmed (or those accusing you, which might be the same) is “crazy” instead. This staunch refusal to admit fault, this outright denial, which is painful, I must say, is a psychosis in itself. I believe murderers go through it, too. “I didn’t do it.” But they did.

I truly believe that when my minister sent the police to my home on the completely unfounded accusation that I was planning to murder him and possibly murder his family also, was a psychosis on his part. There was no evidence, no actual material evidence that I was planning anything of the sort. I had not threatened, nor did I have any weapons nor plans. In the past I had noticed his overly exaggerated fears of me. I wondered why he was so fearful.

Phobias are a psychosis. Say you are afraid of spiders. This is an unrealistic fear because it isn’t a fear based on a bad experience with a spider. Did a spider hit you or threaten you? Did a spider, or several, come to your home and beat you up? Did several spiders tie you to a bed, yell at you, inect you with Haldol, and leave you there to die? If so, you’d have darned good reason to fear spiders. If you’ve never even been bitten by one nor had a bad experience with spiders, then your fear is unfounded, but I’m not saying the fear isn’t real. it’s a metaphorical fear. You’re afraid of the idea of spiders. That’s what makes it a phobia, and also, a psychosis, in my opinion, but that’s just a word.

My minister, Mark, had an unfounded fear of me. He was afraid of me but I had never threatened him nor hurt him. He showed fear in his eyes upon seeing me and showed fear when I approached him. I was baffled by this but didn’t know what to do. One time (I can probably find this in my blog, as I recorded it) I showed up in his office with a handbag, a red bag with a letter I’d received in the mail inside the bag. i told him I had something to show him that I had inside the bag.

Wow, was he scared. I could see this. He wanted me to show him but not while we were alone in the room. I asked myself why and then, I realized he was phobic of me, in a psychotic sort of way. He actually believed I had a gun or knife in my red bag! No, I had a letter I had received that I wanted him to see. A piece of paper with words on it. I’m a writer, not a violent person, I wanted to say, but I withheld that thought.

This man was far “crazier” than I was to think that I had any violent intent. However, he had clout in the community and I was a known diagnosee. He had the power to send the cops and too accuse me of “planning murder” on january 10, 2014. I had no such intention at all. He was wrong. His actions, and the actions of the two church members who  went along with this stupid more to terrorize me, were following his orders which were based in unfounded psychotic fear of me.

Why me? Well, I have my ideas. Mark had his neuroses about weight, as do many people. Many people fixate on anorexics and place blame on us simply because we’re skinny. They finger-point out of jealousy. They know we struggle so they blame us for their own weight struggles. I truly believe Mark’s weight struggle went very deep. I suspect deeper than he wanted to admit. Had we had a different relationship instead of his fearing me and always taking the better-than-thou upper hand, maybe I could have helped him. Instead, he loathed me even worse, talking down about me behind my back, and never truly took me seriously nor believed me. He fixated on me because he needed to hate someone. Then, when things didn’t go quite right, he tried to have me put away on January 10th 2014 by sending the cops. What was that supposed to do? Get me incarcerated one more time? It didn’t work!

I’ve spoken with two state legislators about what happened, and also with a couple of lawyers. That little incident is a big part of what led me to leave Watertown for good. I couldn’t stay any longer knowing I was hated and feared so much.

My exfriends, likewise. They, too, developed a similar, exaggerated, psychotic fear of me. Lord knows why such a thing happens. “Lock your doors,” they were saying. Like I was going to come across state lines, thousands of miles away, and shoot them. I hope those of you who know me well are laughing your butts off right now at how unrealistic this is. I own no weapons, don’t know how to shoot one, don’t want one, and don’t have the capacity to travel at the speed of light to go on a shooting spree, nor want to. Yet I suppose their metaphorical fears became quite bothersome to them.

Maybe those paranoid enough needed a nice rest somewhere in the nuthouses they deemed only worthy of those they hate, or hated in the past. Those they considered “sick.” Those they saw as needing “treatment” and those they objectified and harmed in some way. Those they blamed. Those they pointed the finger at. The paranoiacs made their beds to lie in. The accusations were false all along.  They can all go have a nice rest now.