agony week ·
29 January 08

So I’, back from hell after my stint in a cesspool of vile and disgusting peasantry. The psyche broke my trust, and therefore I am going to be careful from now on what I show her, or the new guy who’s taking over my case as a key worker. Basically the current shrink is leaving to pursue other goals in another field I think, and so she has has to off load the case (me) to someone else. I’ve only had one experience with an Occupational Therapist, and I detested the girl and everything she embodied and represented. I would have...Twist the teats for more

under duress ·
18 January 08

I tell them what I think. I tell them what I feel. They tell me it’s bad. They tell me I need to go away. I tell them I don’t want to. They tell me if I don’t, they will call upon the mental health act and force me to go to hospital. I back down. I tell them ok. I tell them I won’t resist. They say good. They say get ready.

I should have killed them when I had the chance.

besieged ·
15 January 08

I have a million thoughts rushing around my head. I have neither the desire or the energy to write out how I feel. I am doing this as best I can. My arm is in pain from holding the phone for so long, talking to my psych. The topic of conversation was my last blog entry. It triggered some silent alarm bells I think, or perhaps that’s exaggerating the truth a little. I’m not certain. It’s difficult to type when your arm feels locked in position, a position which to get out of you have to suffer some mild pain. There’s...Twist the teats for more