Some of these writings are response to previous posts, specifically one regarded herself as the “Nutty Survivor”
Anonymous said…
Referring to above comment: You are not interesting in ill behaviour. You ‘know’ that they do not have time and resources for sectioning people of ‘ill’ behaviour. They throw out of the work when people have ill behaviour. They section when somebody complains to them for his own illness or when they recognise somebody of dangerous or self harming if they encounter to such situation. You are not interested to ‘ill’ behaviour. You are interested to that Thing. The Thing gives you the opportunity to persecute. Now, I am gradually putting the lamp jinni in the lamp. When I own it I gradually own you in the same gradual way that I put it in the lamp. That Thing is very interesting thing. It is like an animal. It is amazing. It is amazing. I am not amazing. You should study it. Never, you can publish or say anything about your local psychiatry ward. But one day people will know like other things. You should control yourself. You should ‘know’ Satin shows the way to hidden world even the hidden world of your local psychiatry ward and sectioning and criminal record and ill harmless behaviour and persecution and prosecution and prisons. This bulletin board has helped me much to put it in the lamp.
Be ready.
Cyrus
11:06 AM
Anonymous said…
Now I elaborate on the comment "antisocial when ill." this means alternatively "when ill then antisocial." Therefore, let him have a criminal record as well. The writer of this comment, it seems that does not understand what is anti-psychiatry or critical psychiatry.
Two street upper than the block that I live there is a playground for toddlers. What type of toddlers? Toddlers who sell alcohols and cigarettes to under sixteen. toddlers who sit there and smoke cannabis toddlers who become violent when neighbouring people ask them to leave that place. It is two years that they write to council and police and ask them to demolish the place and do something especially at weekend nights to prevent these type of people go there. But police have not time. During two years once police have checked the area at 11 o’clock in the morning on a weekday and has found nothing. Police have told the people they should go and talk personally with annoying people because during the weekend police have not time. I read this in my local newspaper. This for antisocial and criminal record.
The police who came from neighbouring city and arrested me while I was caring my minor child at the busiest time of the week -Friday night. is in charge of policing of a city where in its town centre people draw gun, stab, push the passerby’s to ATM machines with knife. They closed the town centre pub because they had not enough force to secure the town centre. Every month a bi8g gang of armed drug dealers become arrested there. Now, what on the world a fifty five year old disabled retired teacher with wife and child could have done against the social of this area that police should leave its other tasks and come and punish him, perhaps the idiot abuser abusive who has raped the honour of my family and mine only god knows. Are you listening to me? I win. I win. Those who sold me to Satin have not sleep now. You read the newspaper, Don’t you? I win the way that makes me happy. You are gradually betraying yourselves. Your computer address is different with mine. These people can check.
But meanwhile I prayed and kept them busy the very next day for a long time.
Jesus Christ
10:17 PM
Anonymous said…
Monk goes to Asylum
LOGLINE:
After being discovered in Trudy’s old house, Monk is temporarily institutionalised. Once committed, he stumbles upon a decades-old murder. Or is his mind playing tricks on him?
SYNOPSIS:
A confused Monk is found trespassing in the home of his late wife, Trudy, and is sent to the Medford Psychiatric Institute for two days of observation. The hospital, like Monk’s scarred psyche, is currently under renovation. Monk meets the hospital’s brilliant director, Dr. Morris Lancaster, as well as fellow patients John Wurster – an overly empathic, Zelig-type ("I’m a detective too!") – and Manny, a man in his thirties who still believes in Santa Claus.
Wurster tells Monk about a murder that took place at Medford four years earlier. A patient named Bill LeFrankie shot and killed Dr. Conrad Gould in the medical supply room, then stole barbiturates and died nearby of a fatal overdose. However, the gun used in the murder was never found, and Wurster confides to his "colleague" Monk that he never believed the official story. At first, Monk pays little heed to Wurster’s theory.
In group therapy, Manny reports looking out his window and seeing Santa Claus hovering over the chimney the night before. Intrigued, Monk later finds what appears to be a swatch of torn red cloth dangling from the chimney. Monk soon begins to suspect a possible connection between what Manny saw on the roof and Dr. Gould’s murder. Using a newspaper clipping of the murder scene, Monk re-enacts the Gould slaying, and deduces that the killer most likely wasn’t a patient, but a hospital staff member. Monk begins to suspect Dr. Lancaster.
Lancaster reacts by sabotaging Monk’s investigation, manufacturing evidence to "prove" Monk is crazy. He says, “Monk has delusion, has mood swing, he is bipolar.” His efforts are so successful, even Monk starts to believe he is wrong – until Sharona uncovers evidence that supports Monk’s theory. Monk resumes his investigation.
Lancaster lawfully search pockets of patients in their absence, put things in their pockets, destroys evidence. He does whatever he can for the sake of health and control
The fact that the fishing line is missing from a fishing rod in the director’s office soon completes the picture for Monk: Gould was up for the hospital directorship, Lancaster wanted the job, and he shot Gould to get it. Next, he framed a patient for the murder, and then dropped the murder weapon down an unused chimney. Now, four years later, renovation is threatening to expose the gun, so Lancaster arranged to have Manny, the Santa Claus nut, moved into a bedroom that overlooks the chimney. Lancaster then returned to the roof in a Santa Claus outfit so he could literally "go fishing" for the murder weapon, knowing Manny’s reports about Santa being on the roof would be dismissed as lunacy.
Monk confronts "Santa", a.k.a. Lancaster, on the rooftop – just as Lancaster successfully recovers the handgun and points it at Monk’s head. However, Sharona and the police arrive in time, and Lancaster is led away in handcuffs, leaving Monk to comment ruefully that, "You accused Manny of hallucination, You wanted to kill Manny, Except for the murders and him trying to kill me, he was the best doctor I ever had."
Manny Antisocial
6:14 PM
Anonymous said…
Picture Movie The Collector
You won’t dare open your mouth, but you’ll be screaming for her to escape!
A man kidnaps a woman and holds her hostage just for the pleasure of having her there.
A game of cat and mouse ensues and over the course of the erupting minutes, one is never quite sure what will or will not happen. Will she escape or will evil prevail?
“I suppose it was the loneliness and being far away from anything else that made me decide to buy the house. And after I did I told myself I’d never go through with the plan, even though I’d made all the preparations and knew where she was every minute of the day.”
Freddie, a socially withdrawn bank clerk and butterfly collector, decides to expand to collecting human specimens. That’s where art student Miranda Grey comes in. Miranda matches wits with Freddie the icy sociopath. Freddie is an inept bank clerk with no future. His only hobby is collecting butterflies, which gives him a feeling of power and control that is otherwise totally missing from his life. He comes into a large sum of money, and buys himself a country house. Still unable to make himself at ease socially, he starts to plan on acquiring a girl friend – in the same manner as he collects butterflies. He prepares the cellar of the house to be a collecting jar, and stalks his victim over several days.
Miranda Grey: I’ve stayed the four weeks.
Freddie Clegg: I just have to have you here a little longer.
Miranda Grey: Why? What more can I do? What more can you want?
Freddie Clegg: You know what I want… it’s what I’ve always wanted. You could fall in love with me if you tried. I’ve done everything I could to make it easy. You just won’t try!
He is that most capable of monsters who needs no makeup or agents from the supernatural world to make his mark, but rather the corrupt nature of a beast that blends so well into the woodwork as to be unseen to the naked eye.
Upon winning a sweepstakes prize, Freddie Clegg, an inconspicuous and deeply troubled young man, spends his time capturing and cataloguing butterflies. Meeting lovely art student Miranda Grey, he has now found another creature he wishes to possess. Exercising socio-pathical patience, Freddie manages to bag his prey using a handkerchief soaked in chloroform. He brings Miranda to his isolated farmhouse and holds her prisoner, all the while trying to convince her to love him. Miranda Grey ’s liberated woman, open about sex and knowledgeable about art, frustrates Freddie Clegg repressed captor, adding further tension to the situation.
In the film, Miranda Grey has a profound affection for THE CATCHER IN THE RYE and Salvador Dali, things that Freddie Clegg does not understand. Miranda has little hope of ever enjoying her freedom again but she’ll do everything she can to get out alive.
She morphs from a carefree, young art student to a woman caught in a web of deceit, sexual outbursts and insanity. She has become the latest ‘catch’ for Clegg, the crown jewel of his collection. Miranda has only one way out — to learn to love Clegg by being his ‘guest’. Will she? It will become a battle of survival of the fittest.
The book took the form of a diary as written by Miranda after her capture and betrayed all of the emotions, gambits and tragedies that befell the twosome.
Freddie could not understand what was wrong with detaining the girl. Well, she had everything in detention.
Freddie believed that the death of the girl was due to her own fault. He wanted to restrain her but she resisted and received injury.
Freddie was a sociopath.
Manny Antisocial
9:01 PM
Anonymous said…
Nutty, do you not give an answer to for The Collector Movie? You can use sentences from that comment
10:05 PM
Carlo DJ said…
Dear Professor Barker,
I am very sad that you decided not to pop in this Blog. Your soothing presence was extremely helpful for me to create a narrative of my experience that in turn I believe might be helpful for other people with my experience. I had not any idea about your life and career until yesterday that I visited the Tidal Model website. I found very common points in your biography with mine. I knew you only from your paper appeared in the article section of this website. For the reasons (explained by T Sceff and also one of the articles in this website) that are related to my misery that is being cut for sixteen years from any friendship or conversing party I never assume that Dr Double or you or anybody might have read what I am writing and I have dubbed as Grand Unified Theory. I also did not assume any reaction or response. We know from Aristotle that one type of rhetoric is that the orator talks without arguing with the audience. And audience are allowed to leave if they like. I believe an unidentified agency related to coercive and traditional psychiatry is persecuting me without informing my wife or me. That idea brought to my mind that I should leave my side of the story for knowledge of future people in a safe corner.
Happily, that agency at last made a mistake to come here and assert itself with anonymous label.
I have reasons that keep myself anonymous. But, I believe, correct and lawful people do not hide themselves in the darkness. But a criminal makes a mistake at last and adventures to come to daylight. I noticed that the ‘NuttySurvivor’ at last became rude and started to become abusive toward you. I understood that he wants to cover himself under my anonymous name and create an episode of madness (similar to Manny in the Adrian Monk Story) that might smear my attempts to talk in this website. I suppose there is a way to differentiate its IP address from mine. I do not have money to subscribe to an anonymous hub. Also its language in those few comments is correct language of a native speaker, which is different from my distorted language.
It is not compulsory for Bloggers to follow a thread. Internet is an angle based on the intrinsic feeling of human beings. In the same way that our minds are connected globally together in the background texture of the universe we have modelled these humble assistances of our memories to be connected together to share our experiences. If you go to thousands and thousands of Blogs some are related to alien worlds civilisations, some to fitness, some to politics some to inventions and here people who are interested to anti-psychiatry or critical psychiatry or whatever. In all of them sooner or later a pathologic bully will come and intervene. All of us know that we should ignore him. If I want to analyse the content of the bully speech who has come here it takes one year and then you will appreciate I do not need Wittgenstein or Chomsky to acknowledge my findings. I experience what they want to scientifically explain. But when I find affirmation in theories of their lifetime work I become very fulfilled. Perhaps, if they become aware, they also become fulfilled. That language is an extreme instant of the language for mental suffering of the opponents, and it is likely that it has been created after the end of matriarchy. Its mild instances are used in politics when two parties are in full war and hostility with each other. I want you to emphasis its magnitude. Who can create that language? Perhaps one day we can discover. The voice that became silence after the story of Adrian Monk and the story of The Collector might give us a clue. I believe it escaped.
In any way we decided to comeback, but in our own thread. But in this thread we might come and analyse those comments.
We are using the Internet Blog as a novel, cheap and exciting way of psychoanalysis without spending time and money for an expert analyst. By the way analysts might by some chance come and read it, as I mentioned in Rudyard Kipling poem. You see I hear voices on the Internet in my local computer from a global mind. It is the Internet ‘schizophrenia’. I try to prove that it is not mine. I also imitate a divided Internet personality.
To reduce the cruel demonic voices I hear on the Internet, I use a random generator of password that logs me without informing me of the password, but perhaps ‘they’ can decipher it. I do not know if such a capability exists for the government-supported intruders or not. I try to clear-cut myself from my enemy.
Best wishes
Carlo DJ
1:28 PM
Anonymous said…
Above comment: What are you? Are you psychiatrist? Are you a psychiatry user? Are you a survivor? You are talking very intelligent? As you said (you can publish your psychiatry ward and it changes to better) OR (you never publish and it changes to worse). If you wait, how old are you, after fifty years everything would change for you. I do not know. You should decide for what side you are talking. I DID NOT READ YOUR COMMENT. SO YOU ALSO CAN IGNOR MINE. I ONLY NOTICED YOUR NAME. YOU SHOULD DECIDE WHICH SIDE YOU ARE DEFENDING. LATER we analyse your previous comments. Blog means this. You say something and people say something else. You should not think too much. I bring you to SUNshine. Go and read more about Grand Unified Theory. From your previous comments I understand you do not have a psychiatry problem. You should go to political websites and Blogs, but what you have left here is of some value for us. I copy your last comment and keep it for future analysis, because you are great. you are magnificent. You should become president of the Star Trek and whole galaxi. You should go to political sites and offer your bright ideas for international peace and FREEDOM to THEM. I assure you I DID NOT READ YOUR LAST COMMENT BECAUSE OF MY RESPECT FOR YOUR CONFIDENTIALITY.
10:10 PM
Anonymous said…
Comment related ONLY to Nutty Survivor: I believe you are a very masculine handsome gentleman. But unfortunately I do not have your name and address. Will you please leave them for me. I am a bored housewife. Nutty Nutty.
10:35 PM
Carlo DJ said…
Dear Nutty Survivor you are sending so many spam. Nobody reads those spam. You do not have energy to write something. Anything is useful and helpful. Just anything.
8:58 PM
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