A stumble on my path

Filled my father  full of fear

His  tactics had me locked away

Head down I felt his  shame

I couldn’t get my story heard

Voiceless,fearful, I was numb with pain

New tablets tried to soothe the pain

To force me on a productive path

The Powers persuaded and got heard

Telling me to have no fear

All was well, no need for shame!

I really tried to run away

But there was no way to get away

I had to sit and take the pain

Head down,loss left me shamed

Thorny pricks blocked my path

Masters of control and fear

I felt   no hope of being heard

Twenty-four years later I felt heard

By a therapist, I sought  miles away

Talked at last my troubled fear

Voiced at last my unheard  pain

Secretly sought to find my  path

Saw  how I had been shamed

But word got out I had shunned my shame

Powers that be somehow heard

That I had embraced a newfound path

They needed again to put me away

To  silence the voice of pain

To regulate my irrational fear

Four more years of Father-Fear

Struggling daily to rid the shame

I  sought TRUTH to prevent  more pain

Was happy at last to be truly heard

I finally got to run away

And cherish now my Noble path

Freedom is a personal choice

Sometimes costs a worldly price

But to sleep well, at last, is really Nice!

                                         Survivor of Psychiatry 23/5/2023

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2 Responses

  1. Delighted that this person survived those thorny pricks who blocked his/her path.
    I first encountered these bullies aged about 20 in the late 70s and, though not ever forced into captivity, I felt I had no other choice and voluntarily entered their realm, where my thoughts and opinions counted for nothing.
    I am free of them now, have been for quite a few years, having finally met a kind, considerate woman consultant, with none of the condescending arrogance of those I’d met before. Unlike them, she did NOT insist on a pharmaceutical cocktail. She actually listened, and validated a lot of what I said, then suggested I stick with one drug, which seemed to help me without any major side effects.
    Today I look forward, content that I’ve been able deal with what comes my way, and probably will for quite a few days yet. I choose to leave the dark days behind me, as I hope will the person who wrote this beautiful poem. Maybe someday we’ll chat.

    1. Thank you Tomas for sharing your story. We are very glad to hear that you discovered a kind woman who helped you. If you wouldn’t mind sharing her name it would be good if we could let other people know she exists.Sadly it is difficult to get people who are helpful. You will be glad to here the person who wrote this poem is leaving those days behind and is drug free now.

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