How to Make Your Schizophrenia Beautiful

 Now on the outside of it that may sound like a charged term, but if you're already rolling your eyes, you've clearly never been placed on a form. I can only speak to my experiences, and draw parallels from the stories of other survivors. Naturally, people believe that if an individual has been subjected to "treatment" its because there is something wrong with them. I would contend there is something wrong with the world. We that are in sane, can clearly see what that is, in moments. In this piece I will have to rely on my subjective experience and share the insights gained therein. 

When I was five, I was raped by a neighbour. I stopped growing mentally at that point. Now this might be a tough pill to swallow for some readers to swallow, that this piece is written by a five year old, but it is what it is. I smoke, I drink, drive a car, participate in sexual relationships and all the rest of the trappings of adulthood, but there's one key difference, I don't understand what's going on half the time. I'll smoke too heavily, I won't understand why my relationships turn sour so quickly and I don't know the first thing about managing time or money. I look at my car the way a five year old looks at their bike, and I'm an excellent driver. 

On Tuesday night, I performed in two comedy shows, which went fairly well. On Wednesday morning I conducted a Quantum experiment. I had stayed up all night with a fellow comedian. We can consider this stage one of the experiment. We stayed up all night smoking weed, and watching an Alan Watts talk. I had have heard of Alan Watts but had never heard his work before. Before we watched the talk, I told my friend I would probably agree with the majority of what Mr. Watts had to say, but that I would disagree/ have a different perspective on a few point. This can be verified as true by my "student". After the talk my student pretended to be asleep, and I gave him a PHD lecture on dealing with schizophrenics. He now has his level one. Side note, university logic courses teach a flawed logic. The state of our world should clearly demonstrate that. 

I was driving from Toronto to Mississauga, listening to 102.1 the edge, listening to fearless Fred. Fred said something to the affect of this 'being the day" and that people should take their time with it. I noticed the amount of congestion in traffic was slightly heavier. The song "I bet my life on you" by imagine dragons came onto the radio. I tried to call into the station for a superior trivia game, but couldn't get through. So I tweeted to Fred, that I bet my life on getting through, and I remembered the name of the girl who got through, Jenna. I also pointed out I was five years old, and asked if anyone else that was 28 was also five. Fred responded that I needed a hug. A good man. 

At that moment I felt inspired to try and make contact with my high school writers craft teacher, Mr. Gregory Bowering. I had sent a rough copy of my book, 'A walk through The Mormon Paradox into the New Age Quantum Shift of the interconnected Conciousness throughout the parallel universes, galaxies and the vast reaches of the Cosmos?!" to him. I pulled into the schools back parking lot and set up phase two of my experiment. I had a brown envelope with a picture of King Tut inside. The envelope was intended for Mr. Bowering, and Mr. Bowering alone. And had a space for him to sign and date when he had received said material. While setting up this experiment in the schools back parking lot I noticed someone with a walkie talkie notice me, and then I realized it would be improper to enter the school from the back parking lot. 

SO I moved my vehicle to the front parking lot. I grabbed my envelope and walked towards the schools front entrance. A strange bell sounded and I asked the two young men walking in behind me if there was some kind of lock down procedure going on I had never heard of, they laughed. I had explained I was an alumni. As I entered the schools front door, Oh Canada was playing and the students were in the hall were standing at attention. In the hall was another adult, an American, who was standing easy. (Attention is when you stand up straight, Standing easy is a derivative of standing at attention) He explained he was there to pick up his daughter, which seemed odd, school just started. After Oh Canada, I walked into the front office, (where visitors are supposed to report in) and explained I had a package for Mr. Bowering. The secretary said she would put it in his mailbox. (this did not happen)

When I walked out of the office, ready to get back in my car, I saw Mr. Bowering, what a coincidence! I walked up and shook his hand and he knew who I was. He said something that confused me, which was that he didn't work there any more. He walked into the Library. There were a couple students sitting in the hallway, and I engaged them in some small conversation. I don't know why I went into the Library after Mr. Bowering, but I did. I didn't trust the secretary to give the envelope to Mr. Bowering for some reason. Something felt off from the moment I walked into the school and I couldn't place it. So I went into the Library. After all Mr. Bowering did say that he didn't work there any more, what could be the harm. But maybe I misread what he was trying to communicate to me. 

I walked around the stack of books for a minute. Checking to see if there was something that I wanted to read and then I remembered that I was in the middle of an experiment. So I went and sat at a table where some kids were doing some math studying. Quadratics, I love math. Most teachers suck at explaining math. It was at that point that the VP came up behind me with a walkie talkie militantly ordering me to come with her. I wasn't sure if she was actually the VP so I asked the kids I was sitting with if it was, and the girl was unclear if this person was actually the vice principal.  Another man walked in, who I'm guessing was the other VP also with a walkie talkie. Before this happened I explained to the kids I was a Quantum physicist conducting a physics experiment. I got an eye from the teacher in the library that I had overstayed my welcome and at this point took the VP up on their offer to go and chat. 

When I left the library I was detained by the police. I was not told I was under arrest, I was told I was detained. I submitted to the search and being detained. I was placed in hand cuffs, I did not resist. I was escorted out of the school, there were 5 cop cars parked out front and from what I understand, the tactical unit was also deployed. I sat in the back of one of the cruisers and referred to it as a cab. Constable D'souza came to talk to me, and was fairly belligerent. She noted that I was not welcome at the school where I am an alumni, ever. She spoke to me like I was a dog. I invited her to sit next to me in the cab so she could better explain her point. She refused and said something along the lines of 'I drive the cab, you sit in the back of one'. As if she didn't know that I was innocent until proven guilty. 

While in the cruiser I saw the VP carry the envelope for Mr. Bowering into a portable outside of the school. At this point I was driven to the trillium hospital, stripped of my clothes and locked in solitary confinement for 36 hours. During my confinement I paced in circles to fight the boredom. I was in MH 32 (I think) and MH 31 (I think) is the booth the shrinks would observe me from. No psychiatrist would open the door to speak with me. I used bathroom breaks as moments to get some fresh air/perspective. Around 3 am some fat nurse took it upon herself to inject me with haldol. Whether or not there was an actual treatment order for such an action is highly contested. When I was formed, I asked for the MD to print his name bellow his chicken scratch signature, he refused. Which in turn contests the validity of the form. 

The room I was in was not the end of the isolation unit, however, it was due to renovations. I shudder to think what happened on the other side in order for the renovations to be justified in the first place. My whole time in isolation, I pointed out that the UN defines solitary confinement as torture. After my injection I became agitated. See the side effects of haldol for a clearer understanding of why this would happen. Doug was a psychiatrist that refused to open the door and converse with me. I met Doug while on one of my bathroom breaks. I think he is the Doctor that issued the treatment order, however, he never spoke with me< so that should be invalid. 

Psychiatric staff and psychiatrists lie to people, in their thinking this is for the good of the patient, in reality, this is for the benefit of the profession of psychiatry. The lies they tell surround a practice called gas lighting, making someone question their sanity. 

While in solitary confinement, my possesion's were placed outside my cell for a considerable amount of time. One of those possesion's were the envelope for Mr. Bowering. Constable D'souza came to shout at me while I was in solitary confinement in order to deliver the trespass ticket I am contesting. She also delivered my spare car keys, which were in my vehicle. Which suggests an illegal search took place. I believe that my phone was placed in my car which is currently impounded at this time. But maybe I just left my phone in the car. It's hard to know for sure due to the haldol infection I'm currently working through. I say infection, because that's how it 'works'. It's an infection that clouds thinking and is linked to causing parkinsons disease.