The punishment for psychosis is a stigmatising label and forced drug treatment if non-compliant or resistant. Never mind if the altered mind state was reasonable in the circumstances, a coping mechanism for dealing with trauma or body changes. Daddy knows best. Close your eyes, hold your nose, open your mouth and swallow the pills. Or else.
I'd been in the habit of choosing the "or else" but in 2002 did as I was told and swallowed the pills, and was the worse for it. I ended up having to swallow a lot of pills, anti-psychotics and anti-depressants, that weren't "anti" anything. In fact they made me more depressed, flat, humourless and obedient. Good girl. Then when I made a feeble protest at a psychiatrist appointment I was given lithium to "augment" the anti-depressant. Daddy knows best. Still no change, flat as a pancake, no singing voice, grey days. Time for action but difficult to do when unmotivated and having got used to obeying orders.
You see it's easier to control the mad people if they become like children. The difficulty is when they resist, refuse to obey and remain in their psychoses or mad states. That's when the schizophrenia label appears and remains in psychiatric notes to warn the world that this person is a troublemaker. They won't lie down and take it. How dare they! We'll sort them out. With indelible labels and slanderous accusations wrapped up in medical jargon to fool the world outside the system. Stigma will keep them chained. Self doubt and shame will keep them silent.
But some of us won't lie down or be quiet. Our voices keep rising up, speaking out, whatever the cost. Especially if they try it on with our children. A step too far.
In 1982, four years after my first psychiatric inpatient experience, following what the psychiatrists called a "puerperal psychosis" due to hormone imbalance, I was invited to speak at a church event about how I came to faith. Part of my story included running from the psychiatric hospital to avoid ECT, and then the escape from psychiatry by tapering and getting off the psychiatric drugs.
At the end of my talk a woman came up to me and said she'd had many courses of ECT and was still under psychiatry. She seemed OK about this and that somehow I was the odd one out. Ar 30 years old I realised that my story of resistance was not "normal". In 1984 I had another baby, they were looking out for signs of psychosis and I ended up in the psychiatric ward only a day or two out of the maternity hospital. Again I was forcibly injected with chlorpromazine, separated from my children, tapered the drugs within a year and got back on with my life.
In between this episode and my 2002 incarceration I had good mental health, no more babies (my husband got a vasectomy or I would have had a fourth child) and I supported other family members in and through psychiatry. My mother, two younger sisters and my oldest son who had a breakdown in 1995 after leaving home to go to university. My middle son experienced similar in 1999 after leaving home but I made sure to get him out of Fife and back to where he was living, in a different health board area. I didn't want a repeat of what had happened to my oldest son, physical injuries in the psychiatric ward, complaints made by me, attempts to label him, forced ECT and a critical incident. The same ward I entered in 2002 and where my youngest son was an inpatient in 2005, 2008, 2010 and 2012. Ending in psychiatric abuse and bullying of mothers.
I moved my mother to Fife where I live, in 1993, where she continued to go for her 3 weekly depixol injections until her death in 1998, a gentle woman who led an ordered life and did the best she could for her children. The system now had our family's psychiatric notes from mother to daughter to grandsons. Family history of. I believe this is why it was more difficult in 2002 for me to both resist psychiatry and to recover. Fortunately my mother wasn't around by then, for her sake, although I miss her a lot.
Since I got my life back in 2004 I have continued to advocate for family members while also getting deeper into mental health involvement, activism and campaigning. It's not been easy, I didn't choose to get involved but sometimes circumstances compel you to take a stand, to speak out and to resist. There's nothing else for it.