anti-psychiatry – “the every person walks thru labels” factor

Anti-psychiatry – “The every person walks thru labels” factor

John Hopkins

When you actually study psychology at univ, the first people you are told about are the people who are opponents to it’s use. You are given a caution about the weight of what you are about to do. You are told that as you are learning, you have no ability to actually USE your knowledge.
You are told about who actually gets studied to put together the theories that are currently in use. The prisoners in prisons and forensic hospitals. And college students volunteering to get studied for extra textbook or beer money.. They look at youth and insanity to decipher what normal isn’t.
And they also look at far more men than anyone. So women by default are excluded. Women who Freud referred to as hysterical, liars and malingerers are not usually the subject of their studies. Repeat that until it actually sinks in. Because women are more likely to be seen as ill, due to the tests. Tests based on Freud’s neurotic theories.
Someone who isn’t from the Western or first world would be found ill. If you looked at the APA standards for the DSM. In other words, the tests could easily be called racist, certainly biased. And if you aren’t raised Christian and practicing, you will trigger the Schizophrenic alert for having “odd beliefs”. Which is why the WHO uses so few of them.
If you aren’t raised urban, you’ll likely not have the same schooling as those who are urban, or the same experiences and will likely get tested as delayed by the IQ components. . You’ll likely trip the “odd perceptions” trigger for Schizophrenic also. They test you as presumed excelling at left brain tasks and thinking. So if you are right brained, look out! You have “odd patterns of thought”. For something you cannot control and isn’t a flaw either. When you excel at tasks eventually it’s the type of thought you’d hope to achieve.
If you have family challenges, ie addictions and abuse, you will in many ways be blamed for your lack of secure attachment to them. Esp if you are estranged from them. Like somehow you are at fault for not much liking getting abused anymore and leaving. Most rational people would leave an abusive environ. But you’re blamed if you do by the testors. Same as you will be if you get a divorce, no matter who is at fault.
At the base, there is no balance or area which allows you to be a growing, self-aware, recovering, separate, independent being from your family or culture. No matter what changed your mindset. And if you were once a youth who erred or strayed, there is no forgvenness for you. If you admit to these flaws, it’s like you’re trapped by the tests as forever that person. They don’t at any point ask you when it was and what has changed.
So anyone having had any kind of past will walk thru the tests and be diagnosed with several issues.
Anyone who has chronic pain will be more likely to get labelled as having a somatoform disorder/being delusional, as malingering, or having a clinical depression than to be seen as mature or independent. Which is also a more likely to be female category.
A stay at home mom will face an uphill battle with the testors.
Let’s remind you here that Freud had negative opinions about women and the tests are mostly theorized about men having taken them.
Every human being has had moments when they were less than stellar in their beliefs and actions. Does this make us all ill? Of course not! Yet the tests ask for those very things and blame you for them.
And at the bottom, even if you do pass or fail, the next time someone assesses you, they’re likely to label you as something else. Because many of the issues they fear cross the axes. So one moment you’ll be called a schizophrenic, the next a bipolar. Or gawd help you, both of them.
My psych profs might not like me sharing this with you all, but my sociology profs are clapping and cheering. Trust me. lol
Just be careful who you let label you. It can cause you a world of grief!

Dark Voyeurism (a horror story?)

Dark Voyeurism

They used to say that the radio and modern music turned children, esp teens toward the devil. Or the devil spoke to kids thru them. Maybe? Maybe it was the other way around?
When you hear the story I’m about to tell you, you might think either way. Was the radio the tool? Or was the exchange of spirit the issue?
Was it about a young innocent dancing in her room alone, or at least thinking she was? Or the town boy who thought he could have a peep show, when he crawled up outside her bedroom window, one night when her parents were away? Or did he want more?
Or was the devil reaching out on a warm night, making kids turn to his will… and all he needed was one radio to turn on…
Just one…




there… hiss


The Beach Boys

Feel the music in the air
Find a song to take us there
It’s paradise when I lift up my antenna
Receiving your signal like a prayer
Like a prayer
That’s why God made the radio
(Or was it the Devil?) – sic
So tune right in, everywhere you go

that’s it little girl
Just perfect.
Come here my son…
A little closer now.


Steely Dan

Give her some funked-up Muzak, she treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae, she’ll love you twice
The girl don’t seem to care tonight (sic)
As long as the mood is right
No static at all
No static, no static at all
FM, no static at all


Nothing to worry about kids.
All I need from you is to be here.
I’ll do the rest.
Your mama and daddy were right, ya know.
It’s all in the devil’s hands now.



All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio, what’s new?
Someone still loves you
Radio ga ga
Radio ga ga
Radio ga ga


Youthful desires can be turned monstrous
On such a warm night
It soothes my evil soul.
Well it would if I had one.



Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price
Almost free
All this machinery
Making modern music


It won’t be much longer now.
The stars are almost perfectly alligned
Ready set,
There you go son. …
You’re her dollie from now on.


Helen Reddy

Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
With evil on his mind
Cause he’s been peeking in Angie’s room
At night through the window blind
I see your folks have gone away
Would you dance with me today?
I’ll show you how to have a good time, Angie baby
When he walks in the room, he feels confused
Like he’s walked into a play
And the music’s so loud it spins him around
‘Til his soul has lost its way
And as she turns the volume down
He’s getting smaller with the sound
It seems to pull him off the ground
Toward the radio he’s bound
Never to be found


The headlines read that a boy disappeared
And everyone thinks he died
Except a crazy girl with a secret lover who
Keeps her satisfied
It’s so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain

…. bwa ha ha ha

And it is done!
(the devil sits grinning)


( I look at the radio playing and turn it off quickly!)

forensic profiling of sex offenders/with cautions

forensic profiling of sex offenders/with cautions

the longest caution/waiver I’m ever likely to write

Antipsychiatry- JohnHopkins

Whether you look at the critics’ worry about the definitions of illness, or you look at the history of madness and it’s theories, forensic profiling seems more like junk or pseudo science. Like something you see on tv, like on Criminal Minds.. More meant to entertain than to catch or treat the offender. To understand why. To stop the next generation.
But can you replicate your findings? No. Two “experts” given the same information won’t arrive at the same conclusion. At least there is no guarantee they will.
It in no way helps their target protect or heal themselves. So does it do any good? It does help the police to feel like they have a tool…
Motives would more readily be linked to personality disorders, ie sociopathy, psychopathy, narcissism, conduct or impulse disorders. Which again could be viewed as junk or pseudo science. It’s a very grey area of psychology/psychiatry. That is still in development and a woo-woo branch of those fields. So when someone speaks with authority, you have to look at them like they’re David Copperfield. Good at magic, illusion. But how real is it?

Why? Because twin studies don’t show identical twins, with the same genes, and similar life experiences having the same disorder. Shouldn’t they?

Why? Because people with the exact same ear marks don’t show the same behavioural patterns. If they were causal, shouldn’t they?

If it is the person at fault, then why are there so bloody many of them??

Yet they are or appear to be real enough that the World Health Org has the ICD-10. Good enough that the APA has the DSM in it’s fifth incarnation. But lest we forget, they are about getting funding for research. Still being argued. Not proof.

But widely accepted, even outside the context they are supposed to be used in. They have life altering effects on people. Beyond what they are truly capable of. And that is why there is an antipsychiatry movement at all.

They cannot prove their theories beyond that of junk science. They can’t prove cause, and they cannot replicate them.

Because talking motives or personality is junk. Like having chips for dinner.

And the numbers show the very things that people toss around like it’s gospel, are statistical anomalies. The very things that prove someone is an offender mean nothing scientifically. Most of what they “know” at the APA, the WHO tosses out as not relevant outside Western Civilation or first world countries.

It’s like looking at black or white and seeing colour because light has gone thru them. They are there, but it’s near impossible to quantify them. No two people will see those colours in the exact same hue. And you can’t describe colour to someone who has been blind from birth. All they might know is light and shadow, grey or black.

Understanding why is unachievable, because it is a subjective, dynamic experience. It is changeable and flexible. Always in flux.

And worst of all, profiling is immediately discardable as it’s based on Freud’s theories. He’s been mostly laughed out of field authority. So how do we see these profiles as credible enough to use them? I have no clue!

Knowing that we now only have just studied 5% of the human brain and are currrently working/tweaking on the Genome Project. Your guess is as good as mine. Literally. (No that doesn’t mean you get to go up to your neighbour and diagnose them!)

Every function we “know” might have a counter mechanism which stands guard to stop that function from impacting someone in any meaningful way. It may all be in what we don’t know.

the piece

(will it be longer than the waiver? :P)

As with everything else, motivation is directed by self or other. We might be looking in the mirror when we look at others or deal with them.

We might also be using them as a surrogate for someone who we feel has wronged us. It might be someone who hurt us as a child and we react in child-like ways.

Or it might be someone who hurt us as an adult.

But we’re reacting out of trauma of some form when we act out with aggression. Anger is a symptom.

We might be acting out of “sober” judgment or at some point in the users/addicts’ cycle.

But whatever state we are in, we usually have formed a relationship with this person. And there is basically a seduction period before the first event. Or grooming. Which may involve promises, gifts, threats, or offering attention that the target doesn’t get otherwise.

Which forms dynamic interactions of relationship and/or sexual factors/fantasies. Which increase in intimacy. Until the target feels like they are part of the problem. like they are complicit in the crime. Which is why they often don’t tell. They are manipulated into feeling like they are to blame. Like they deserved it. Like they caused it. it was their idea. They were the aggressor.

It isn’t often violent. Because violence would disclose that a crime has occurred. They’re often trying to blame the target, remember?

And it isn’t always sexual (wait! What did I say??) Not every rapist uses their sexual parts to gain power or control over their target. (Yes you heard me! Yes I mean it! Really!)

Some rapists use some kind of sexual “tool” or device instead of THE PENIS! It could be the threat or use of a weapon ie a knife. It could be a dildo. It could be their hand.

Some offenders warp the relationship and there is no sexual contact.

Some “experts” claim this is because they are impotent. Some claim it’s a forensic counter-measure. (You can’t find semen if there was no ejaculate, can you?)

Some rapists use drugs to sedate and/or confuse their target, so they can’t testify against them. Even to the other parent, cuzz now they’re in trouble for drinking from the family liquor cabinet for eg.

There are many variations of how this could play out. It really does come down to what happens between you two + so much, that anyone who says they know the motives of a rapist or the reaction a victim will have is talking off their head.

but hey if anyone CAN talk off their head…

how about these guys? – resources.

forensic talk
Nat’l Center for Missing & Exploited Children
Office of Justice Programs

Psychology Today

he was THAT guy (a story)

He was THAT Guy…

Ok if you have ever studied or worked in a small group, you have met hims or hers who do it. They take YOUR idea and run with it. Take all the credit for your brain child, like they birthed and reared it. Never once considering that you should get the praise, the awards. They shout louder, so their voice is the one everyone hears.
And if you stick your hand up and say “hey, that’s mine!!” you look like you’re trying to ride on their coat tails, cuzz they’re louder and more popular. So they get the credit, right? And you fall further and further behind in the estimations of your peers and bosses, because he’s a liar, a cheat, a thief, a fraud…
Well that was who Ryan H. was. That guy.
And I was the target this time. I had made the mistake of pointing out that something the opposition was doing was wrong and we could discredit them if we came forward with it. I told Ryan H. my take in a small crowd of what I thought were friendlies, and his eyes lit up and he ran with it. All the way to the boss’s desk.
Suddenly Ryan H. was the office hero. He could do no wrong. And I was the fool who kept trying to say, “hey, that’s mine!!” I was finally sent down to HR for a chat about whether or not I needed to get a psych eval. To be able to keep my job. I was crushed.
I did get a minor amount of support from the OG friendlies, but Ryan H. was a formidable opponent. So they didn’t want to get his eyes on them and have their careers ruined by his intimes and by him. So they kept silent and made me wear the fool’s hat even though they knew I was the architect of our company’s new wealth. Even though they knew I could face serious consequences from their silence.
Finally, I left the office and took another job. No Ryan H. was going to get my ideas again! And time would tell if he ever came up with his own. Because some people in the office were onto his games. And they’d be sure wherever he got his brain fodder from, that it wasn’t going to be them.
They just never spoke up for me when I needed them, so all I saw was them being self protective. Hypocrites. They were on to Ryan H. But I was onto them and him.
I just left it all to karma and walked away.
I had to live to fight another day.

Above Her Station (a story)

Above Her Station

Otis Redding & Carla Thomas – Tramp

She went from Daddy’s lil princess, being read stories from fairy tales, to believing she could have any man she wanted. Prince or King. That was the life of Miss Hoighty-Toighty Vanessa Insane.
So out she went to where the rich men gathered. Only those with a pedigree would do her. Royal lines, family estates, and billions in long sustained industries. The upper crust. The hoi-palloi. But she’d pass on the nouveau riche.
Or so she thought anyways.
Then she went to the stars, those from the athletic world, the arts, even taking a whiff from the rising in the field of entertainment. Only the best would do her tastes.
Or so she thought anyways.
She spent everyday researching what to say, even for soft chat. More time put in to getting that perfect man than into her own character. Her own talents. So even supposing she found this man, what would she have to offer?
She learned how to be a brute to the staff and trades people, cuzz that’s what she thought it took to be a rich, successful man’s wife. She practiced on the wait staff whenever her daddy took her out. She didn’t see his look of shame. Even her loving daddy found her hard to take. He took her out, less and less often.
She sewed and made her own clothes when daddy stopped paying her a randsom for the wardrobe she thought she needed. And even began selling a few to neighbours who liked her eye for fashion. She could make anything she saw in a magazine.
But she was losing hope, thinking of movng to another town. So she could have all the things she thought belonged to her.
It’d be anyday now when she found him.
Or so she thought anyways.
Every couple of years, she’d move again. Farther and farther from home and daddy. The only man who had ever loved her. Even though he was getting older and sicker. And really he needed her.
It seems like every man on earth was nothing but a TRAMP! Maybe even her adoring daddy?
Or so she thought anyways.
Daddy died, but she didn’t go to the funeral. She thought she finally had one on the leash. And she need some more silk and lace for her best dress yet to snag him.
Or so she thought anyways.
She sat in a back room of a factory, where the finest of knock offs were made. Until the day she died, she looked for him. The prince or king she had a right to!
Or so she thought anyways.

incest – pro links and factors

incest – pro links and factors


A) incest in Canada is defined as having sex with a first degree blood relative:

which is a grandparent
a parent
a sibling and a half- sibling.

B) Where there is not a blood relationship, but a person is acting “in the role of” or “in lieu of” a first degree blood family member

would be a step parent or sibling, a foster or adopted parent or guardian, or sibling.



in some ways, a child and a woman have been treated the same historicaly. They were their father or guardian’s chattel. They had no autonomy or agency, other than what was gifted to them. No legal protection either. They were at risk of death every day. So there is that element of societal power involved.

Plus having the (presumed daily) care and control of the child. The role of a parent to someone who has no other model for how things are done appropriately, is/can be too free to someone who has incestuous designs on the child.

Women as chattel of father or husband…

children as chattel of father…

If someone thinks they have ultimate power, and society agrees, they feel they can do as they wish, with impunity.


There are neurobiological factors that are studied, which vary between those who are attracted to children and those who have the relationship in spite of this lack of attraction.…


There are inter-generational factors. Which vary by being the incestuous parent when they had been abused, or being the enabling parent.


and can continue to siblings committing incest on each other.…

drugs and alcohol

There is also a higher correlation of drugs and alcohol use by the parent in incest than those raping an adult have. So it’s clouded judgment(?) Or using the fact they imbibed to justify their actions/defend themselves, to assuage whatever negative feelings they may or may not have about it(?)

ncbi -About two thirds of incest perpetrators report using alcohol directly before the offending incident
nih- alcohol approx half x………

overt and covert incest

overt – sexual acts

and covert – innappropriate relationship

like having a spousal relationship beween parent and child. – confidante, caregiver when drunk/high, creepy sense of a romantic liaison, coparenting other kids in the house……

wrong was done to you

And somewhere in these “known” principals of incest, you exist. And it doesn’t really matter why, when you’re the child involved. Wrong was done to you. And I hear you.

demographics –

siblings (unsupervised) , then father-daughter (many factors) , mother-son (often linked to absent father), blended families

(reminder about stats – there are many unreported cases presumed, and partially reported as well, esp re:boys/men who were victims. Statistics are guess-timates. But nobody presumes that the demographic possibilities are in error. These relationships do exist)……

like a bag of marbles,

you as a human “pick” out of the “choices” available to humans. No two + are exactly alike.

what is this world coming to? (a story)

What is this world coming to?

She was told to take it as a compliment. That she obv had the hots for her. “Ugh! But i’m not gay!” was her response.
Ok, maybe it was a thing about her being attractive … at first. But when it started to be more and more frequent. More and more intrusive. When it infringed on her peace and quiet or scared off those who she might have been interested in, was she still supposed to be flattered?
When it actually threatened her safety, was she still supposed to be flattered?
So she’d be a pretty corpse, if this person had their way?
Did it matter if it was a man or woman? Women can kill too. And they do!
This person refused to take no for an answer!
And they were coming at her full on!
She tried to call the police. She tried to hire a lawyer. And she even went to a women’s shelter. She got asked to leave when they found out the person stalking her was a woman.
Even though she could prove it.
She’d still be dead though… did that matter to anyone but her?
How many times was she told to quit over-reacting? That she was being a drama queen?
Women kill too.
She quit her job, moved from her apt. She quit phoning her friends. She started staying in more.
She stayed out of the web sites she had enjoyed before…
But this person kept following her… and following her…
She didn’t know what to do.

news broadcast

A woman was struck down and killed by someone she claimed had been stalking her. But nobody listened. Her funeral is this Friday, Wait… did you say it was another woman?? Man, WHAT is this world coming to! ?

speechifying (a story)


That is what my grandma called it when someone’s mouth was so full of words they must be finding it hard to get air to their lungs. She didn’t draw much distinction between whether or not they knew their subject, or were telling the truth. Nor did she draw it between those who had the rights to tell the story and those who were just a dirty, old gossip. She got so she could tell by certain cues when it was coming into someone’s soul by the look in their eyes too.

She knew if they were being ornery or innocent, ready to cut your throat or pass the time with you in their words too. To her it was all part of speechifying.

But grandma was an old soul like that. She didn’t have much formal education, but she sure knew people. Nobody could pull the wool over grandma’s eyes. Lessen she wanted to be fooled.

And she taught me those cues and a spell or two to get rid of the demon, if they were in the room.

These spells came in handy when I wanted to speechify too. I could turn the room into an echo chamber for my words. By casting the spell in reverse. Those who wanted to derail, mock or naysay what I was talking about were soon disturbed by it’s effects. They became far too distracted to interrupt me when my mouth was full. And the only person ever it didn’t work on was my grandma. She was wise to what I was doing. And she’d stare me down.

It was fun watching the people in a room who were under the spell though. They’d start up and look at their chairs, clasping their butt like someone had just goosed them or bit out a hunk. Confused cuzz no matter how close they looked at that chair and their neighbours, weren’t nothin’ really wrong. But they felt like something had gone the wrong way in their arse hole. That was the effects of the spell.

It’s kinda hard getting ready to raise your hand up, when you’re distracted like that. And your hands are worried about covering your butthole, aiin’t it?

Well, it always made me giggle and grandma’d wink at me. Let me know she knew exactly what I had just done. And she’d settle in with pride to her grandbaby getting ready to speechify and mystify the crowd again.

Now don’t you want to know what the spell words were??
I ain’t sayin’ ! Grandma’d whip my hide!

wishing on a rune (erotica)

There was once a lovely little cottage, beside a lovely river, near a lovely forest. And a lovely young woman lived inside.
One day the lovely young woman invited three of her friends to have a sleep over at her cottage. She wanted to share her new thing with them. It was a magic rune that she had found on the shore of the lovely river when she had been out for a lovely evening stroll. She had done a bit of reading and thought she understood what the rune was supposed to do.
The lovely young woman set the stage for when her friends arrived. There was chocolate, strawberries, wine and candles. All on the table in the lovely cottage.
The lovely young woman was excited, nay thrilled, to have these friends come over. Whenever they talked, they seemed to understand each other. They appeared to be sympatico. She couldn’t ask for better friends.
Which is why she wanted to share the powers of the rune with them.
When they arrived, she explained the powers of the rune:
It was said that the rune would give them a glimpse of their future in a dream. All they had to do was agree what they wanted.
So they began to talk as lovely friends do.
Here was their lovely fantasy:
They each agreed that they wanted to have a strapping, handsome hero who would treat them as a damsel. One with no mind of their own or will beside his.
They wanted this strapping, handsome hero to tie them up and have his way with them.
They wanted to be bound with chains, and whipped by a hero who couldn’t stop touching them.
They wanted a night of passion with a strapping handsome hero who would never let them go afterwards.
They had all agreed that is what they wanted. So the lovely young woman said the magic words to seal the dreams her young friends would have into the rune.
And they went to bed. Eager to go to sleep.
Soon after, the young ladies began to dream.
The first lovely young woman had a dream that she was by a lake and wishing for her lover to come to her. And out of the lake rose Nessie. The monster came to her and bound her with chains, and whipped her, then stuck a tentacle deep inside her and fucked her with it till she came. This lovely young woman woke with a horrified mind, and what bothered her most was her panties were soaked. Then again, so was the bed. She went to make a soothing cup of tea and sat shaking in the corner, waiting for the others to waken.
The second lovely young woman had her dream. She was walking by the ocean and picking up stones. Along came a pirate’s boat and the pirates kidnapped her and threw her onto the deck and tied her with chains to the mast.
Each of the pirates took their turn blowing their loads into her mouth, then they each shoved their cocks into her ass. She came and came till her shaking woke her up. In horror. All that stuck in her mind was their shark-boned skulls. She went to have a tea with her friend. They didn’t speak.
The third lovely young woman dreamt she went walking in the forest. She heard something moving behind her and started to run. She began to scream. She tripped and fell and tried to scramble back to her feet. But a werewolf’s big hairy arm grabbed her and took her to his cave, Where he tied her with chains and called his mates. They sniffed her and bit her many times over. Then they finally screwed her ass over and over while she shivered and shivered, then much as it bothered her, she came. So hard it shook her awake. She went to join her friends in their quiet cup of tea.
The last lovely young woman, the hostess who thought she had read enough and knew enough to keep everyone safe, dreamt and found herself walking in a field. Where she found herself greeted by a farmer, who chained her to the plow he had been pulling. She aimed to please him, so she tried the task, just for him. She went around the field clockwise, then widdershins. And a minotaur rose from where the farmer had been. And he fucked her mouth, then her ass and whipped her for her bad luck in finding him. And as he laid the whip on her for the tenth time, she came and came and came. Till she woke from coming. And she went to have a cup of tea with her friends.
Finally, the friends shared their horrific dreams and the hostess understood they might have forgotten one simple thing in the incantation for their idea of perfection… they had forgotten to ask for a LIVE HUMAN MAN!