My fundraiser

Please check out my fundraiser here:

I want to ask reader opinion of the fundraising page. I plan to start a companion fundraising information website or page where further information can be accessed.

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Stigma…..The Stop the Stigma campaign is a vehicle for Big Pharma and the APA


Excerpt: McLean Hospital

In 2000, I was hospitalized three times. The first time was for five days only following a panic attack that occurred right outside of Dr. Myers’ office at McLean’s outpatient clinic. A well-meaning doctor called Security, without realizing that my therapist was within a few feet of us. Summoning her would have cleared up the misunderstanding, and saved public tax funding for the unnecessary hospitalization that followed. I was taken to McLean’s Clinical Evaluation Center. I knew this place well. It was almost like a deceptive front for the inpatient units. The CEC appeared posh, non-clinical, friendly, and patients were allowed to wander from room to room instead of being held in a cell-like room in a medical ER. This luxury was no reflection of the inpatient units, however, which over the years became more drab and institutional, appearing like any other psych units. I noted that McLean staff were now even less trained and less qualified than staff who worked in other places. I had the feeling that McLean would hire as “counselor” anyone that passed a basic background check, had reliable transportation, and was willing to work odd shifts if necessary. I knew many “staff” were not college educated at all. Some were working their way through college, but studying unrelated, more lucrative fields such as technology. I knew by now that psych units hired inexperienced staff to work the night shifts, known to be “easy” since all the patients were given sleeping pills. I also noticed many night staff at all the units had poor social skills, just like the staff at Gould Farm that I remembered. Most were uninteresting conversationalists, or could barely speak at all. These were supposedly people whom we could approach if we had important psych-related questions. Usually, though, if the patient group was congenial, we relied on each other for more accurate and thorough answers to our questions.

The practice of psychiatry negates feminism.

Shrinkage negates feminism. The original words of Christ reflect that he was a feminist, but this of course was seen as far too radical almost immediately. Dan Brown’s fiction book on Mary Magdelene illustrates theories that are not original to him. These are borrowed from earlier feminist Christian thinking. I’m trying to dig up some writings of Mary Daly and another writer I love, Rachel Conrad Wahlberg. Both demonstrate how the original Christian feminists were suppressed, first by Paul, then, the popes. Western society’s medicine and its shrinkage represents the takeover of healing, traditionally female, as a male entity.
That which is considered feminine is seen not only as weak and inferior, but now, as illness. Nursing theories are based on touch, nurturing (mothering), and caring, nurses of course traditionally female. Shrinkage is anti-touch, anti-body, and anti-nourishing. Creativity, intuition, sensitivity, spirituality…all now disorders.
Blood is a female illness, seen as disgusting. Cutting is seen as illness, too. Menstruation brings with it discomfort and moodiness, which shrinkage medicates away whenever possible. Pain is feminine, since the ultimate pain, childbirth, remains exclusively the realm of women. Phlebotomists have told me that a large majority of those that faint at the sight of blood are men.
Fight back.

Puzzle’s birthday!


This photo was taken on the morning of Puzzle’s ninth birthday, November 26, 2015, while on her daily run in the nearby field.

Puzzle has a new boyfriend, which seems to be more important to her than eating! She didn’t eat much recently, but as of a few days ago, decided she wanted to chow down after all. She is eating everything now, but turning her nose up at beef, and honestly, I don’t know why.

Today I gave her chicken for breakfast. Just now, she had muzzarella, carrots, and rice, sprinkled with a thin layer of pure de zappallo. I rarely give her cheese, but today, I did!  Only a little, though.

I am celebrating Puzzle’s birthday by having something I’ve never eaten before. i made Fried Zappallito and Eggplant. I didn’t even bother looking up a recipe. In honor of Non-Compliance Day, I invented my own.

Peel half a zappallito. slice it up into chunks. Also, slice up a small section of eggplant. It’s not necessary to peel it.

Then, crack open a raw egg and beat it in a separate bowl. Either pour some of the egg over the veggies, or dump the veggies into the beaten egg. Mush this around until all is coated.

Melt a small amount of coconut oil in a pan.

Roll the coated veggies in harina de garbanzo.  Sprinkle with ground cayenne pepper.

Slice up a few thin slices of fresh onion. Chop up a clove of garlic as well.

Cook the veggies in the coconut oil until you are sure the bottom is brown, then, remove from heat and flip the whole thing over. Top with onions and garlic.

Finely chop some fresh basil.

Now, cover and remove from the heat.

In an ungreased cast iron pan, toast a spoonful of sesame seeds. Keep the pan covered. Once they start popping, remove from heat and set aside.

Coat the entire veggie mixture with tomato sauce and cook some more. Add the fresh basil, cover and remove from the heat.

Wait a bit, then pour the whole mixture into a serving dish. Top with toasted sesame seeds.

Enjoy! Eat it yourself, don’t give it to your dog!

If I were to do this over, I’d  have doubled the garlic. In addition to the sesame I might have topped it with shredded cheese. However, Puzzle ate the cheese first.

¡Feliz Cumpliaños, Puzzle!

Puzzle’s ninth birthday coming up! Tomorrow!


Two days till Puzzle’s birthday!


Eating disorders online meeting tonight! 5pm New York time!

Here is the information:

Support for eating/ food challenges. Call toll-free 855-661-1243 or web-in to: Details below.

This is a group for those of us who identify as having eating/ food challenges. Gather virtually to enjoy a meal together, take back our bodies and celebrate our freedom to choose. No assessments, no monitoring, no force. Bring your food to the computer or your computer to the table. If you don’t have a mic (these are generally built-in to newer machines) then you can call in by phone! Video (always optional) coming soon.

We celebrate freedom to:

• choose our own food, according to our bodies’ unique needs
• reclaim authority over our bodies
• celebrate our unique food histories and preferences
• eat without intrusive monitoring, judgment, threats, or force
• celebrate the joy of cooking and the variety of and abundance of our planet’s resources
• understand the politics and economics of food and agriculture
• speak our minds, voice our thoughts – without fear that we will be censored or ‘trigger’ others
• speak up, voice discomfort and take responsibility if we want to change the topic.

Our only rule is mutual respect and some level of table manners. Remember we are each other’s guests! Let’s have fun!

To Join the Group:

-Call Toll-Free: 855-661-1243 No Pin Needed
-Alternate number: 331-205-7196
-Web in:

For Added Privacy:
Please use the *67 feature to block caller ID. For instructions on how to do this:


This event is part of the Virtual Drop In/ Respite, a project of the Wellness & Recovery Human Rights Campaign,

For a complete schedule of events at the Virtual Drop In/ Respite,

For more information about the Wellness & Recovery Human Rights Campaign and what we stand for,

Who prescribed Seroquel to Robin Williams?

Seroquel Warning

The above is the black box warning on Seroquel. I want to know who prescribed this drug to Robin Williams. I want to know the rationale for disregarding this warning that was issued well before Williams’ death.

hot off the press

This happened late 1997 into 1998:

I was able to learn Windows 95 quickly, since my father had already taught me computer basics. I learned to install programs and do basic operations such as moving files and cleaning out the junk. I was able to sign up for AOL quickly and easily. Then, I found a location on AOL where I could put up an ad, “Pen Pals Wanted.” I was overjoyed to receive hundreds of responses. Through correspondence, I began to realize the doctors were wrong about me. I was indeed capable of meaningful relationships. I was capable of helping other people as well.

On my fortieth birthday, I awoke and found that the intermittent confusion was gone. I had no explanation. I was overjoyed. I accepted that sometimes, things happen for no reason and I might as well go on with my life.

Now, after having convened with other ECT survivors, I have learned that it’s not uncommon for the confusion after ECT to go on for years, and also the confused state can disappear rather suddenly. However, I was told I made a “remarkable recovery,” from a bogus disease I never had. I accepted this, not wanting to dwell on it any further at the time.

I enjoyed writing so much that I decided I’d try to write a short story. I kept writing and writing, then realized my story had gotten so long I might as well make it a novel. This was how my first full-length book, “Tilting The Thing,” was born. It wasn’t well-written, but served as practice for further writing. One day, I received a catalog in the mail from a local adult education center. Why couldn’t I take a writing class? The doctors had said I wasn’t capable of sitting in a roomful of people, but I didn’t believe that! So I decided to give it a try.

My first class went fine, without any difficulty, so I decided to take another writing class. My writing was soaring at this point and I wondered if college was on the horizon for me. One day I received a mailing from Emerson College’s Adult Degree program. I looked through available classes and found one that I thought I might enjoy.

Now, my tendency to arrive early (for fear of tardiness) worked to my advantage. I could relax before class, knowing I wasn’t arriving at the last minute nor rushed in any way. At first, I felt intimidated and feared being “found out” as mental patient. The content of my fiction indicated the possibility. One other student who had mentioned being “bipolar” (in a rather offhand manner) winked at me a few times during the class, but other than that, no one seemed to see me as anything but a regular student. I loved not being singled out, nor treated with tokenism. Not only that, but I excelled in my studies. I took the course again, and then, during that semester, applied for admission as a matriculating student. My instructor wrote me a glowing recommendation. My life as college student had begun, at the age of 40.

Quote of the day!

Kennedy Quote


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