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Psychiatrie Macht Frei…(huh?) Art Work

All i can say is everything in this picture was as deliberate as i know how to make it, without planning it at all, and it contains symbolism both public and private. With reference to my signature quotation, (see below)  it makes use of what the negative spaces  offered me without leaving any in the end.

“There is no negative space, only the shapely void. Hold your hands out, cup the air. To see the emptiness you hold is to know that space loves the world.” P. Wagner

(for those who are not familiar with WWII, over the gates over Auschwitz, the notorious concentration camp where Jews and many other despised groups were taken to be tortured and killed, were emblazoned the words: ARBEIT MACHT FREI, or “work will set you free,” which was of course a lie and a horrible joke, because it was only meant to kill you at what was not a labor camp but just a death camp. )

PSYCHIATRIE  MACHT  FREI?

Psychiatrie Macht Frei? Mixed media anti-psychiatry picture, 24"by 19"
Psychiatrie Macht Frei? Mixed media anti-psychiatry picture, 24″by 19″

Psychiatrie Macht Frei? Mixed media anti-psychiatry picture, 24″by 19″

OPEN LETTER TO JOSEPH LASEK MD: I FORGIVE YOU

Dear Dr Joseph Lasek, as a recent Alyssum guest, i loved your testimonial on the Alyssum website. Your compassionate writing painted an entirely different picture of the man who just a year ago signed an order refusing to release me, a woman who had not been able to speak aloud for days, (indeed i have a history of having been completely mute for months at a time) from 5- point restraints until i spoke out loud.

Yes, the nurse Annette Brennan wrote that order, and informed you not only that i could speak but that i “refused to” and so you, yourself told me in no uncertain terms, that i would remain in restraints until i obeyed your orders.Despite lying quietly and complying with the restraints, triggering an assessment every 15 minutes, your staff refused to ask me the necessary questions to remove even one restraint and left me alone in that room, time after time, motionless and mute, all because they and you had decided to force speech out of me.

Why? Did you believe you had the right to do this? What had i done to you to make you so angry with me? Why didn’t i have a right to communicate however i chose to or needed? I understand that you believed that i *obstinately* refused to speak to you…and you may continue to choose to hold that belief. I cannot change how you think and i refuse to defend my muteness in the face of your ignorant assumptions.

What i will assert is that the use of restraints has never been or should never be about the power you hold over one of your patients, and it should never be about your power to force a patient in restraints to do something you want her to do. In most parts of the world, and in most people’s minds, for you to force me, by means of physical coercion, to speak out loud would be called torture. What else is it?

What did it matter really why i did not speak? So what if i was obstinate, or unable to form words…neither reason matters a fig. Your only justification in keeping me restrained was if you knew or had determined by communicating with me that i was a danger to myself or others. But time and again, you did not even try to find that out, no.

You assumed things, yes, you assumed that if i kicked the nurse, whose groin inappropriately pressed against my bare feet, a sexual maneuver on her part, that i was aggressive. But you refused to ask me what happened or how i felt or what was going on. You used none of your apparently great capacity for empathy when it came to finding out from me what was going on and how to end the situation as quickly as possible (as you claimed was your desire).

If you really wanted me out of restraints asap, why did you refuse to let me communicate in any fashion except speech. You would not even phrase your sentences in such a fashion that i could answer them with a shake or nod of my head.

So this went on for hours, my frustration and anxiety growing since i was told you refused me even 1/2 mg of Ativan for sleep, for mercy sake. Finally nurse Manusukhani asked me the safety questions at 5:00 am and i answered them all, still mute, but satisfactorily. But the restraints were not removed. No, i was left alone for another hour. When the nurses returned they wanted me to write an essay with a safety plan with one hand, upping the humiliation and degradation till i could not take it any more. I simply shut down and refused.

You won, then. You broke me. I have suffered from that torture every day since that night, a year ago. i did not speak aloud that night, and the next shift took me out of the restraints even though it contravened your orders, because they understood it was an illegal order.

How did you feel about that, feel thwarted, angry? Probably, since you had not been able to successfully break me, break my back and force me to speak…sorry, sorry sorry,

The thing is, my speaking had nothing ever to do with you nor my refusal to speak, that was always only your interpretation. Alway only yours and the nurses interpretation. No one ever asked me why i did not speak, they just made assumptions and always they had negative connotations,,,

Why did they always think the worst about me? They knew nothing at all about me. Dr Malloy had never taken any history, and never talked to me, except to talk at me and dictate to me what he would do if i did not obey his orders. What did i do to deserve this? I had an advance directive before i came into VPCH. Did you ever see it before or during the time i was in restraints? It advises to never use restraints or seclusion as i will only get worse and be further traumatized, but it also provided multiple suggestions for what nursing staff can do instead of restraints or seclusion, none were tried in the minutes before Brennan brought that restraints bed into the room.

I think, from your Alyssum testimonial, that you are probably a very nice guy. I liked very much what you wrote there, and i think alyssum is a wonderful wonderful place. I will never go back to a hospital so long as alyssum, is available to me in any fashion. hospitals only and always torture me. People like you misunderstand and hate and torture me, and seem to get pleasure doing so. I do not understand why…

Now i have to tell you, if you have gotten this far, that i have filed a formal complaint against you with the board of medical practice. If i had been been permitted to speak with you and nurse Brennan and the others face to face and use non violent communication techniques to resolve what happened between us, maybe i would not have had to do so. But the psychologist Elliott Benay would not get people to talk with me, as i proposed and instead told me to do what i had to do.

So complaints were filed and the hospital has already been cited for violation of my rights. What will happen will happen. It wont be bad for you, as you can imagine, nothing bad ever happens to doctors, who always walk away from their misdeeds with a slap on the wrist with a wet noodle; their patients suffer the agonies of hell or iatrogenic illness,you know this or you ought to. I dunno what else to say, you are likely preparing a mental defense of yourself and your actions even as you read this, rather than seeing that perhaps i write the truth, and preparing an apology that might go a long way towards healing the suffering you caused me.

Do you think psychiatrists ever apologize for anything? No, i think it is something they cannot bring themselves to do, not to a patient, it would cost them too much pride and suffering, they would rather the patient suffered…

Nevertheless, I forgive you.

Sadly, forgiveness does not seem to heal or help my suffering, or not yet, possibly because i do not believe you will read this letter. Much less respond. Of course you will not respond, who am i but a stupid mental patient?

no, i will tell you who i am. I am a three-time author, one book of mine was a best selling memoir from St Martins Press for many years. I am also an artist and poet, who, if you will forgive me a tiny bit of pride, will one day be more famous than you ever will. Mark my words. *You* may never hear from me again personally, but someday you will see and hear my name often, just wait.

Sincerely, from the 63 year old woman you kept in 5-point restraints last November, because she could not speak.

Pamela Spiro Wagner

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so i went to the commissioners hearing to appeal the APS unsubstantiated decision about Annette brennans part in the above, you can find my account of these events elsewhere in my blog if you do a search on VPFH…anyhow, she took umbrage at my asking her not to call me Pam but Miss Wagner, and rubberstamped the Aps results despite my lawyer arguing on my behalf and my presenting a half hour case…here is her decision, which says nothing about the hearing,

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Pamwagg’s Art from the Wonderful “Care Bed” in Northeast Kingdom, Vermont

BioHazard Head and Face with Bugs...first drawing done at Care Bed in St Johnsbury Vt in Nov 2014 by Pamela Spiro Wagner
BioHazard Head and Face with Bugs…first drawing done at Care Bed in St Johnsbury Vt in Nov 2014 by Pamela Spiro Wagner

 

Silent Scream by Pamela Spiro Wagner, 11/2014
Silent Scream by Pamela Spiro Wagner, 11/2014 Drawing # 2

 

Fist Protesting Restraints
Fist Protesting Restraints Drawing #3 (restraints would NEVER be used at Care Bed)

 

Listen Up Collage -- A message more than art.
Listen Up! Free Your Soul! Collage — More a message about my treatment in Connecticut hospitals (never at Care Bed!) than “art” (#4)

 

Rocking Chair at VT "Care Bed"
Rocking Chair at VT “Care Bed” Drawing #5

 

Care Bed Living Room with bedroom in background
Care Bed Living Room with bedroom in background (at night) Drawing #6

 

Mischief and Kitten among Ornaments!
Mischief and Kitten among Ornaments! Drawing #7

TO MY “PROTECTOR” AT THE MENTAL HOSPITAL: NO THANKS!

 Mushroom-Head in Four-point Restraints: Cannibalism as RAPE by Michael Edward Balkunas, MD, the instigator…

Raped at New Britain General Hospital thanks to  Michael Balkunas MD's orders...
Raped at New Britain General Hospital thanks to Michael Balkunas MD’s orders…

TO MY “PROTECTORS” AT THE MENTAL HOSPITAL

You nurses who, wanting a quiet shift, shackled me into four-point restraints: you ought to have known better: violence only begets more violence…

I came to you, broken —

speaking only splinters of syllables –

“ma-ta-o-tam, ma-ta-o-tam..”

on fire to burn down

the house of my body,

for the meaning of my life

but I was not nice,

not nice, not nice, no,

I was not nice and quiet enough

for the balm of art supplies and human kindness.

Your uniforms ex-cruciated me, tying me

me naked to the four corners of a bed

so your eyes could flay me, the silent shame

gouging my brain to a darkness

years later still vacuumed blank.

Nurses, healers, thieves,

racked there, I lay helpless before you,

even as you raped what was left

of my human dignity.

So intent on getting satisfaction,

you violated my soul

with your smirks

and conspiratorial smiles.

Mental Patient Anti-Psychiatry Rap

AAC FILE (MIGHT PLAY WITH INTERNET EXPLORER

TRY ON IPHONE OR IPAD OR APPLE …DOES NOT WORK ON INTERNET EXPLORER…Okay, this may not please everyone and it isn’t exactly ready for Primetime, but if you can’t hear the lyrics (and in any rap song it is difficult to catch all of them the first time, you can read them along below…Enjoy?? Or at least you  will understand, if you are familiar with Wagblog, where I am coming from. Please let me know if this file does NOT play for any reason.

Mental Patient Rap

by P.Wagg

CHORUS:

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab.

They say fake it till you make it, so I take it, take it, take it,

Careening through a maze of rules that make me wanna break shit.

Sanity won’t save me, nor all the pills they gave me.

Their remedy’s my enemy, so we mad go fucking crazy.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab

VERSE 1:

I remember being locked in, tied down, drugged up,

nurses in control of me, rushing me, coercing me.

Worse than their forcing me was all the pills they pushed on me

then Thorazine or Stelazine jammed into my ass cheeks.

Abuse was inexcusable. Psychiatric orderlies

cuffed my wrists and ankles to a bed when I refused them.

Bruising me, mis-using me — and black and blues-ing me,

A/C cold as ice; retaliation taken twice.

Tied down, naked, there, I shit myself but who cared?

Just another everyday mental patient nightmare.

CHORUS:

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab

They say fake it till you make it, so I take it, take it, take it,

Careening through a maze of rules that make me wanna break shit.

Sanity won’t save me, nor all the pills they gave me.

Their remedy’s my enemy, we mad go fucking crazy.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab

VERSE 2:

As bad as leather cuff restraints their isolation cell was hell.

so supermax it made me faint, don’t tell me they meant it well.

No one should have dumped me there, hearing voices, terrified

they stripped my clothing off then left me locked alone inside.

and told me that they had the right to keep me there both day and night

or as long as it would take, for me to learn from their mistakes

I might never get out, never get out, never get out, never get out–

but I started freaking out. I shouted, “I will not bow down

to those with nothing more to do than cause me pain, you cowards, you

you have no heart, you’re inhumane. You torture me to entertain.

CHORUS:

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab.

They say fake it till you make it, so I take it, take it, take it,

Careening through a maze of rules that make me wanna break shit.

Sanity won’t save me, nor all the pills they gave me.

Their remedy’s my enemy, so we mad go fucking crazy.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab

Verse 3:

Let’s sing ring around the posey-o: “Hospital Guantanamo!”

Isolation, prison SHU, and mental patients just like me who

traumatized and tortured just go c-c-c-crazy, too.

Abuse is S.O.P. from doctors of psychiatry,

Pusher docs who love to dish out electro-shock therapy

and chemical lobotomies, but it’s all about their money.

Crocks of shit! You’re so wack. You psycho-quacks, you pricks

sized us up and tricked us. But didn’t we wise up quick?

We won’t take no more horseshit, we won’t take no more crap

Take your fucking psycho-meds and ram them up your —-!

CHORUS:

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab

They say fake it till you make it, so I take it, take it, take it,

Careening through a maze of rules that make me wanna break shit.

Sanity won’t save me, nor all the pills they gave me.

Their remedy’s my enemy, so we mad go fucking crazy

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, c-c-c-crazy, mad and bad.

C-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-lazy, I ain’t nothing but a nomad

in the white-coats’ lab

Oh, you know, you know, yes I know you know,

that I ain’t nothing, never been nothing, never been nothing…

I’ve never been nothing, except a lonely nomad

in the white-coated doctors of psychiatry lab

Spoken CODA:

PT:“I want outta here.”

RN: “Uh uh, not so fast. We’ve got your ass for fifteen days.”

PT: “Fifteen days?! No way, José. You can’t keep me here. I want a lawyer!”

RN: “Doctor, we need to calm her pronto. She’s disturbing the whole unit.”

MD: “I agree. Give her 20mg, IM Haldol, stat.”

PT: “What do you want? What’s going on?! No no! Don’t touch me…Wait!

He-e-e-elp! Help me! Please somebody! Help! Help me…!”

Four-point Restraints at the Institute of Living, Hartford Hospital for 19 hours +

Restrained at the Institute of LIving for Not Following Directions....Dr Amy Taylor presiding
In Restraints at the Institute of Living, Hartford Hospital, 2013, for Not Following Directions….Dr Amy Taylor presiding