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The Great Grey Beast

Mad in America

But in March 2001, things went sideways and I heard the growl of the beast, felt its shadow eclipsing me once again. The responsible thing to do would have been to keep me a ward of the state, transfer me into Adult Social Services, and ensure that I was released only after I had demonstrated an ability to provide for myself.

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Escaping The Shackles of Psychiatry: What I’ve Seen and Survived, as Both Doctor and Patient

Mad in America

As a last resort, I underwent experimental psychosurgery in September 2001 (bilateral anterior cingulotomy). It is a testament to our relationship that we survived, just as it was a testament to my husband that he had held on so tightly to keep our children safe and away from the clutches of social services while I was ill.