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“In India when we meet and part we Often say, ‘Namaste’, which means: I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides; I honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, there is only one of us." ~~Ram Dass~~
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4 thoughts on “Terrified Patient in Restraints”
Perhaps you mean seclusion, not restraints? I am not talking entirely about seclusion, though a freezing cold concrete room without access even to a human voice is not in my view humane or safety-inducing..by restraints i mean the leather straps that bind your wrists and ankles so tightly to the sides and corners of the bed you are in pain and cannot move a muscle for hours or even days at a time. This does not help anyone, not even if they have been brainwashed by psychiatry to believe they “need” it, which happened to me for years… NO ONE needs that sort of brutality, no one! I understand that you and i felt OOC, nevertheless we had to be TAUGHT that we needed to be treated with barren seclusion rooms and/or brutalizing four point restraints, but that never never made it true. Do you can you understand this? Feeling OOC does not mean you must be secluded. There are other ways for staff to deal with you, even before you feel OOC. In fact, if seclusion were not an option, if the staff did not even have a seclsuion or access to wetpacks or restraints, i have a feeling they would have been imaginative enough to sense *before* the crisis that things might come to a head and help you deal in such a way that their NON-existent seclusion room would never be needed. I know this is possible, in fact, because some hospitals do operate this way. But both patients who believe they need such brutality and punishment, and staff who think a hospital can’t operate without it, need to open their minds to the alternatives and the healing and ultimately more effective ways of kindness.
Ironically, Pam, when I have been restrained – in the Quiet Room, or maybe Locked Door Seclusion, it is then that I feel safe. I know, quite different from yourself. When I have needed those things, it was because I felt so terribly out of control, and having the perimeter of a quiet room to ‘boundary me’, did help. I had an experience, though, with cold, wet packs, and that humiliated me beyond belief. Thanks, again. Have a good day, Pam.
Thank you, leslie. It is also the terror i feel when restraints, that trauma, are added to the agony of mental illness! I appreciate your taking the time to comment. As with any art work, what matters is the viewers interpretation in the end, not my intent. So again, i thank you!
The expression you portray, Pam, is one I identify with mental illness symptoms. That’s how I often feel, and you express it well. Cathartic.