Finnegans wake – Dropkick Murphys

Finnegans Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an’ to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he’d a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, he’d a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O’Brien began to cry, “Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?”, “Will ye hould your gob?” said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

Then Maggie O’Connor took up the job, “Biddy” says she “you’re wrong, I’m sure”
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t’was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying “Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t’underin’ Jaysus, do ye think I’m dead?”

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

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Hearing Voices Cafe Toronto

By popular request, The Hearing Voices Cafe Toronto will run the first Monday each month this Fall.  October 5th | November 2nd | December 7th

We held North America’s first Hearing Voices Cafe on World Hearing Voices day Sep 15th, it was a great success that people wanted more – so we’ll be doing it again, and again….

We invite you to join us at the Hearing Voices Cafe.

Come enjoy the cafe, eat drink, talk listen , hear many voices.
We will have short talks  readings and conversation. You don’t need to hear voices to come to hearing voices cafe- we welcome all voices.

Hearing Voices Cafe Toronto- 5Oct2015We are also grateful to the owners and staff of Coffee and All That Jazz for offering the use of their space.

Hearing Voices Cafe is associated with the exhibition:
Artist: Dora Garcia
at The Powerplant
Fri 25th Sep 2015 to 3rd Jan

Hearing Voices Cafe Toronto- 5Oct2015

Print and share the poster [pdf]: Hearing Voices Cafe Toronto-5th Oct 2015

Hearing Voices Cafe Newspaper

Hearing Voices Cafe Newspaper accompanies the cafe.

You don’t need to be in Toronto to join us at the Hearing Voices Cafe. People come to Toronto from all over the globe – you can visit The Hearing Voices Cafe too.
You can submit content to be published in the newspaper. Your submission can be  any form – writing, poetry, artworks thought piece, personal reflection and in any language – so long as you can attach it to an email to the editors. Please note that work deemed offensive will not be published.

The Hearing Voices Cafe

The Toronto Hearing Voices Cafe is inspired by the work of artist Dora Garcia and is associated with her exhibition :
I SEE WORDS I HEAR VOICES | Dora Garcia | The Powerplant

Hearing Voices Cafe created by artist Dora Garcia
The designation hearing voices belongs to any well patronised coffee shop anywhere.

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Saturday Encounters | The Powerplant – Fall 2015

We are learning how to accept and understand diversity- yet diversity is not limited to outward appearances or cultural differences. We are diverse on the inside too.
Our experiences as we move through the world, this life are far more diverse than our appearances or what we eat.

How we experience the world, how we make sense of our experiences and the langauge we adopt – the words we choose to describe and share our experiences is an area ripe for exploration and the arts have a key role in that.

We are delighted to be collaborating with  artist Dora Garcia on I SEE WORDS, I HEAR VOICES.

We invite you visit the exhibition and explore questions like:

  • How do we share extra–ordinary experiences with others?
  • How do we share and describe experiences not easily understood by a simple understanding of the senses?
  • How does language help and impede our ability to describe and share experiences with others – especially when they don’t have similar experiences themselves?

If some peoples’ experiences lead to them being treated as outsiders then who is truly outside – those having the experiences or those who don’t?

Visit on Saturday and you have additional opportunity to join in conversation wit an expert by experience, sharing some of what they experience- more below.


Dora Garcia | The Powerplant | 25th Sep 2015 to 3rd Jan 2016

Saturday Encounters | sharing a diversity of experiences, perceptions and language

Each Saturday Experts by Experience will join in conversation with gallery visitors, responding to the exhibition,  sharing something of their own experiences, how they make sense of what they experience and the language they choose to describe and share their experiences with others..

  • Saturday 26th Sep 2015
    Kevin Healey will kick-off the series on Saturday 25th September.

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mad madrigal

Image: Mad Madrigal by Dora Garcia


Saturday Encounters

Saturday Encounters | Sharing a diversity of experience, perception and language

Each Saturday experts by experience will describe in words of their choosing a part of what they see, hear or otherwise sense and perceive. In that way we will share personal insights into living with experiences that may seem extraordinary and therefore not easily conveyed to others.

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What it’s like to hear voices

Pleased to be invited by Wency Leung to be included in The Globe and Mail’s column What it’s like… published in today’s [print] edition.

What it’s like to hear voices – at least some of what it’s like for me.

See also..
Exhibition I SEE WORDS, I HEAR VOICES – artist Dora Garcia at The Powerplant. 25th Sep to 3rd January . Kevin and other members and friends of recoverynetwork:Toronto are collaborating with this project, including:

  • Saturday Encounters | sharing a diversity of experiences, perceptions and language.
  • Workshop | Words Spoken, Voices Seen | Mon 2nd Nov, 10am.

    see links below…

I just remember my dad reassured me that those are just the kinds of things kids get. My parents didn’t make a fuss. But those weren’t the things you talked about, so you didn’t. That’s just the way it was. Late 1960s, Britain. You didn’t talk about anything. It took me a long time before I realized other people didn’t have this.

I tend to think of my voices as an amplifier of whatever I’m experiencing. I’m never without them. They’re hardly ever quiet. But if I’m in a good space and I’m not tired, and things are going well, it’s like having a bunch of friends around. But then, if I’m starting to struggle with something, they will rib me for it. It starts in a joking way, but then if I ignore it, it becomes nagging and then it becomes yelling. It becomes more and more negative, and more and more distracting. It’s like having a broken tooth that eventually gets so painful, you can’t pay attention to anything else.

I had one difficult voice I call “Angry Voice,” which I recognized as the voice of a person who beat me up at school when I was 12 years old. That person only ever said seven words to me, but when I was going through a hard time, I’d just hear those words repeated. And this voice would just come at me and I would be scared of it. I eventually figured out that when I’m feeling disempowered, that’s when this Angry Voice would come. So now I read it as a sign that, “Aha! I need to stop this and I need to do something to use my power.” As I’ve been able to understand that and tease it apart, that voice is now pretty quiet.

I was bullied for years as child, so when I finished school at the age of 16, I couldn’t wait to get away. I went to another city and did an apprenticeship. One of my voices, Dave, is the voice of the first person I met there and felt safe for the first time. I spent four years around a bunch of fellow apprentices. There were a lot of laughs and a lot of swearing. The voices I hear the most now are those voices from that time. When it’s good, it’s just like that – those guys kicking around, having a beer and having a laugh.

That can get really weird sometimes, but in ways that I really enjoy. They’ll talk about things that are happening here and now as though it’s a comedy sketch. Like they’ll be acting as if they’re on the command deck of the Starship Enterprise from Star Trek, where they’ll all be pretending to be Captain Kirk, Spock and Sulu. So I’ll be in this present space, but that scenario is sort of overlaid over top. I love that, but it can be distracting, too. Even when it’s good, it takes a lot of energy.

Kevin Healey, 53, is facilitator of the Hearing Voices peer support group in Toronto.


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Workshop: Words Seen, Voices Spoken

Workshop with Kevin Healey
Mon 2 Nov 2015 | 10am to 12.30pm

FREE. Registration required.

As part of Fall programing at the Powerplant and in collaboration with artist Dora Garcia and her Exhibition I SEE WORDS I HEAR VOICES, we will be running a workshop at The Powerplant .

Part Hearing Voices Group, part art-making workshop and part healing circle.

If you have experiences you’d like to explore in different way and share with others then come along.

We will also be offering a version of this workshop to be run privately in support agencies.
There is also be  opportunity for work produced in the workshop series to be published in Hearing Voices Cafe Toronto Newspaper.

khpowerplantWorkshop with Kevin Healey

Kevin Healey, member of the Hearing Voices Network and recovery network: Toronto, will lead a workshop exploring the ways in which language both enables and limits our understanding of experiences not easily explained by a simple understanding of perception and the five senses. Inspired by and responding to ideas addressed in Dora García’s exhibition I SEE WORDS, I HEAR VOICES, participants will join in a morning of dialogue, share their own experiences of what they see, hear, feel or otherwise sense both described in words of their own choosing and expressed as works on paper. We will then sit together in a listening circle, making space for images, sounds and utterances.

For as long as he can remember Kevin Healey has been hearing, seeing and otherwise sensing things that others do not and has become an activist and leader in the Hearing Voices Movement and his work has been profiled in both Toronto Star and The Globe and Mail. As a trainer, facilitator and workshop leader Healey is interested in working with approaches that are liberating and invites you to join a conversation about how we might come to understand and accept our diverse experiences.

Open to the public.
All are welcome.
Register with The Powerplant–Words-Seen,-Voices-Spoken.aspx



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How do you share an experience when it does not come through the usual senses, common to others?

recoverynetwork: Toronto is honored to be invited to collaborate with international artist Dora Garcia as her exhibition visits Toronto and The Powerplant.


Saturday Encounters | sharing a diversity of experience and language.

Each Saturday, Experts by Experience will lead a conversation in the gallery space sharing some of their extra-ordinary and extra-sensorial experiences.


Exhibition of works by Dora García, takes up numerous facets of artistic experience, language, perception and literature through a constellation of projects that become indices of actions, past or future.

Since 2009, Spanish multi-disciplinary artist Dora García has been carrying out the Mad Marginal project, major stages of which were shown at dOCUMENTA 13 (2012) and the 54th Venice Biennale (2011). Her work examines the wellsprings of artistic experience, altering the traditional relationships between artist, work and viewer, as well as those of the individual, whose daily behaviour she questions through performance, film and discussion. This ongoing project continues at The Power Plant during our Fall 2015 season.
Several universes cross Mad Marginal as García investigates and stages the works of authors James Joyce, Jacques Lacan and Samuel Beckett, to name just a few of the literary references that nourish her thought. Since 2012, García has been exploring deviant literature, exploded language and the unconscious—especially through the figures of James Joyce and Robert Walser—as well as the state of exile and its relation to artistic practice. These dimensions of her practice manifest in Exile (2012–), an ongoing interactive and archival project, as well as in her acclaimed film The Joycean Society (2013), both on view in this exhibition.

In her more recent works, García has shifted her focus to compulsive writing, collective reading, endless or circular books, graphomania and the parallels and intersections between reading and writing, as the works Exhausted Books (2013) and Mad Marginal Charts (2014) reveal. Her explorations of compulsive writing and graphomania also opened up new areas of interest as García began investigating the notion of voice-hearing and other extrasensory perceptions, and their relation to creativity and visionary world-making, even prophecy. ESP (2015) and Imposed Words/Palabras Impuestas (2015) betray a Lacanian accent of language as something that is imposed upon us, and another more Proustian accent of literature as “always written in a foreign language”. All of the works have a performative character and act as indices of an action, past or future. Maintaining traces of continuous and lifelong activity, a strong archival impulse also emerges from these works.

A four-hundred page reader by Dora Garcia and edited by Chantal Pontbriand accompanies the exhibition. The Mad Marginal Cahier #4: I SEE WORDS, I HEAR VOICES brings together major essays by international authors who delve into different threads in Garcia’s research. The publication has been co-published by Academy of Fine Art/Oslo National Academy of the Arts, Fonderie Darling/Darling Foundry, Punkt Ø, The Power Plant and Sternberg Press.

Dora García (born in Valladolid, Spain, 1965) lives and works in Barcelona and Oslo. She currently teaches at the Oslo National Academy of the Arts, Norway, and HEAD, Geneva. She is Co-Director for Les Laboratoires d’Aubervilliers, Paris. Her work is largely performative and deals with issues related to community and individuality in contemporary society, exploring the political potential of marginal positions and paying homage to eccentric characters and anti-heroes. She has exhibited her work at numerous international events such as the 54th, 55th and 56th Venice Biennale (2011, 2013 and 2015), the 29th São Paulo Biennale (2010), the 16th Sydney Biennale (2008), Documenta 12 (2007) and Münster Sculpture Projects (2007).

Related Programs

  • Saturday Encounters: Sharing a diversity of experience, perception and language

26 September, 2015 – 2 January, 2016, 2 PM
The Power Plant

Each Saturday experts by experience will describe in words of their choosing a part of what they see, hear or otherwise sense and perceive.

  • Finnegans Wake Collective Reading

Sunday, 27 September, 2015, 4-6 PM

Echoing the film The Joycean Society (2013) Dora García will lead a collective reading of Finnegans Wake by James Joyce. Participants are invited to bring their own copy of this seminal novel for discussion.

  • Book Launch

Sunday, 27 September, 2015, 6-8 PM
Celebrate the release of Dora García’s new book Mad Marginal Cahier #4: I SEE WORDS, I HEAR VOICES (Sternberg Press, 2015), edited by Chantal Pontbriand
In Conversation: Dora García & Chantal Pontbriand

Monday, 28 September, 2015 | 7 PM
FREE Members, $12 Non-Members.

In conjunction with the exhibition I SEE WORDS, I HEAR VOICES, artist Dora García will discuss her Mad Marginal project with Guest Curator Chantal Pontbraind, including her interest in voice-hearing, James Joyce and life in exile.


26 SEPTEMBER 2015 –
3 JANUARY 2016

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nellie the elephant – Toy Dolls

toy dollso-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ooah!

Nellie The Elephant

To Bombay a travelling circus came
They brought an intelligent elephant
and Nellie was her name

One dark night she slipped her iron chain,
and off she ran to Hindustan
and was never seen again


Nellie the elephant packed her trunk
and said goodbye to the circus
off she rode with a trumpety trump
trump trump trump
Nellie the elephant packed her trunk
and trundled off to the jungle
off she rode with a trumpety trump
trump trump trump

Night by night she danced to the circus band
When Nellie was leading the big parade
she looked so proud and grand

No more tricks for Nellie to perform
They taught her how to take a bow
and she took the crowd by storm


[Chorus x2]

The head of the herd was calling far far away
they met one night in silver light
on the road to Mandalay


[Chorus x2]



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I’m not smart enough to understand

I'm not smart enough to understand


Next time you hear someone say something that you don’t understand, and find yourself thinking “they’re crazy”
…remember this from, probably, one of the smartest people on the planet.

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Stanley Unwin – Goldiloppers And The Three Bearloders

goldiloppers and the bearloders

“When someone says something we don’t understand it doesn’t mean they’re crazy, it means we’re not smart enough to understand.”
– V.S. Ramachandran

Making words up is not a sign of illness, it’s a form of expression.
Every word you ever read heard, read spoke or wrote was once made up by somebody.
James Joyce famously played with language. He was a master of English, yet it remained for him an adopted language – the one he learned to use, under protest. He  learned to use English to make great art, express himself , have his voice heard, but it remained imposed, adopted, inadequate to  express what he really needed to express.

Joyce famously modified and made up words. His final book Finnegan’s Wake, some parts contain barely a word you’ll find in a dictionary  and is often regarded as one of the hardest books to read, worthy of a life spent learning how.

Joyce fought against others’ ideas of who he was supposed to be and how literature was supposed to be. He bent a few noses and really pissed off many including the Catholic Church; some of his papers are still regarded as unpublishable.

Yet he was one of the key figures who helped us break free from rigid ideas that a small few people get to tell the rest of us how to live, how to be, what to think, what to say, and how to say it. He was exiled  from Ireland and his beloved Dublin and moved to Paris.

When he was fighting doctors who wanted to diagnose and hospitalize his daughter he said “she’s playing the same games with language that I do” and then they took exile in Paris.

Stanley Unwin played a similar game but his work was perhaps more accessible -so long as someone managed to record his performance from the TV  or radio and now share  it with us on Youchoob.

More genial uncle than genius artist and cultural iconoclast, Professor Stanley Unwin perfected neologism as artform of a different kind – light entertainment.

As his opening begins with here, what you  hear may not be the way you think it’s supposed to sound.
If you stay with that then you will remain “not smart enough”.

If, on the other hand, you’d like to learn how…

How do we understand?
How do we become smart enough to Understand?

Well, we listen.

That is  not listen as in active listening where we mentally tick off some bullet point list of things we’re supposed to do to make it look like we’re listening,
It’s not  listening as in waiting for our opportunity to interrupt,
And it’s not hearing but thinking “that doesn’t make sense”

It is just listening –  actual real life listening as in “just shut the fuck up and listen’.

If you want to expand your ability to listen then you can try it here with Stanley Unwin- consider this free online training –

If you can hold yourself open to really listen , listen to what is being said, listen to the story, the person you will find you begin to understand.
It might take you a few goes.
With practice you’ll come to realise that what he’s saying does make total sense.
You’ll notice how actually listening feels different, and lets you hear  so much more, enables you to understand so much more.

You might even let yourself have some fun and try a bit of neologism-ing yourselfylode.

Stanley Unwin – Goldiloppers And The Three Bearloders

Now, once a-polly tito. You may think that doesn’t sound quite right. But believe me, once a-polly tito it is, and in this case it was Goldyloppers.
Goldyloppers trittly-how in the early mordy, and she falolloped down the steps.

Oh unfortunade for crackening of the eggers and the sheebs and the buttery full-falollop and graze the knee-clappers.

So she had a vaselubrious, rub it on and a quick healy huff and that was that.
So off she went, and she went trittly-how down the garbage path, and at the left right-hand-side goal she passed a [sniff] poo-pom, it was hillows a humus heapy in the garbage!
But never mind.
Erm… she lost her wail.

Now this is a sadness, dear childers, because in the slight misty haze which all forry, let me tell you, in the ephemeral forry there’s always a fairy control where the misty risey huff there, and so she was completely lost it.

Oh folly, folly.
There was a cotty; so she went up, all ready with the basket and picked up the butter and all that with a little bit of birch she scrape it off and rub it and down her clothesee.

Mum would be cross but… never mind.

Clop clop on the door.

This little cotty had a jar on the door, so she went in.
Nobody there.
Three baseload of porry on the tabloid, all slightly steamy huff, and nobody at.

She called out: [as though down a cardboard tube]
“Anyone home?”

Nobody. Folly, folly, and a little hunger was with her, so she falolloped a taste out of the first basel.

This was the large baseload and too oversalty for the flabe p’t’t’t spitty-how.

Oh dear! Now the middload was a middle flabe which was not too oversalt and a sugar flabe on her saliva glam and it wasn’t course quite satisfactual; so she did a tasty most in the little baseload there, and it was a joy.

And oh [gulp] (pardlo!) as she stuffled it down!

Oho dear! Now this was great, but there was also a little tiredness in the Goldyloppers and she sat on a three-lebber stool and — tock falolloper! — all the lebbers floating across the corm, sat on her bocus there, bruisey most.

Well, still there was no one around, so she went brrrrrr tock up the stairloaders. And she found a
large bedding, not a caypack that eiderdown but stuffled with feathers, but here and there a stalk, as you know is a big feathersy eaglode and it stuckening in her back; and it was most uncomfortipold.

So she saw the cotty, and in this cot she did lay down: [snore, zzzzz] deep sleevers under the eiderdobe. Well, while she was this thus sleepy and a deep dream of peaks, then up came the bears into the cotty.

Now the fatherbold bear looking around and say: “Who’s been tasting and suffling my porry? Ho ho, dear!”

And then the mother bear look it in her baseload of porry and said: [tube voice again]
“Who been tasting my porry? Oohhhh, a bedder pinger!”

So the small bear came and said: “Who touches my baseload and falolloping all down, mum! Huh-ha-ho dear, look it and empty and not scratching on the bottom!”

And there was a general consternail uproar and complaint about the three-lebbed stool bear, all the bits and floaty, and so they had a looking it around the houseloader.

[Brrrrrr tock] Big bear, [higher pitch: brrrrrr tock] middle bear, [higher still: brrrrrr ss’t’t] they all went up the stairloaders, and soon there was a dent discovery in mum and dad’s bedling
when the dirty footmark of where she did her trottly over-and-how and then into the cops’t’k. And the little bear said: “Oh lookadee, mum!

There’s a lying of some Goldyloppers!” But at this mode, she jumped up in the middle of her deep dream and sleep peacey, [snore, whistle] out of the windload, slide it and huffalo-dowder the drainpikers, and through the forry fast awail!
And they all looked such consternail through the windload, they hadn’t time to say: “You naughty girlage!” Huh-huh-huh-huh!

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the voices are real – “schizophrenia” is merely a delusion

teh voices are real - "schizophrenia" is merely a delusion

Schizophrenia is not a thing, it’s an idea.

It is not a disease that can disable us but an idea that limits our thinking about a person.

The term was first coined by Dr. Emile Kraepelin in the 1887 in an attempt to describe what he had observed in patients , indeed his work is the basis of  current systems that have become the obsession of modern practice of psychiatry – identification and classification of “mental disorders”.
If they’re so good at identifying disorders how come they miss the most obvious one?

Given that his patients were all locked up and had all already been given up on he only got t see people who had been stripped of hope, fresh aire, decent meal and exercise and companionship. Most people kept in those kind of conditions would fare poorly – and if you don’t believe me then go try it for yourself.

Kraepelin was yer typical beardy-bloke-paternalistic 19thC scientist. Not his fault – it’s the way things were but that’s a poor tradition for modern scientists to uphold. He couldn’t see the nose in front of his face, couldn’t see that his assumptions shaped the outcome of his observations. A hundred and twenty years ago a scientist got to claim his observations were objective. Now anyone can see the science was not so much evidence based science as bollocks-based-thinking.

What Kraepelin observed is what he wanted to observe, was the only thing he could observe because the position he took from which to make his observations could only let him observe what he observed. D’oh!

One hundred and twenty years of science and billions spent on research has changed little. For as long as there have been records we know that, broadly speaking:

  • about a third recover with some treatment,
  • about a third recover with no treatment
  • about a third are still looking to find what works for themthat meds can help some people , somewhat, some of the time is not in question.50 years of dedicated drug- pushing  has helped some, harmed others and killed more than a few.Worse, it has pushed out of the sandpit any idea that other approaches might help some people some of the time.

Recent research has shown that in relation to types of drugs commonly called “antisychotics”.

  • some find them helpful.
  • others have better outcomes when they cease medication [slowly] having taken them for an initial period.
  • others do better without ever taking meds.

Other approaches, eg Finnish Open Dialogue in Western Lapland, a low or no medication approach focuses on working with in the person’s social network- people who recover in that system are shown to have better resilience than the general population.

If technological medicine really did have the answer – then it would have been able to have some real effect on those numbers in a similar way that other branches of medicine have been able to in their field.

Schizophrenia fails the basic tests required of a worthwhile  diagnosis:

  • realibility- no two doctors can agree a diagnosis and no two persons with the diagnosis will have the same experience.
  • aetiology  –  billions of $$$ and a hundred years of research belies that researchers and docs have norfolk n clue as to the cause. Even after all that time and money continue to promise they are only a few more years away from breakthrough discovery.
  • prognosis –  no reliable prediction of outcomes for different courses of treatment. Outcomes are very individual.perhaps because the experiences people have are very individual.

Strangely, every example of recovery – every person who tells their story of how they recovered- can elicit the response “they must have been wrongly diagnosed”.

Well, yes, because every person given that label is wrongly diagnosed.

The label includes the assumption that the person has a biological, degenerative brain disease from which it is not possible to recover. Yet many, even the majority do. “You’d be better off if you had cancer”.

You likely know people who have recovered.

Yet you likely do not know a doctor who admits they made a wrong diagnosis. It is always the other doctor who got it wrong. Whenever a doctor says that a patient “must have been wrongly diagnosed”, it is of course always some other doctor who got it wrong, because Doctors can’t get it wrong, because they are not allowed to.

Now, to say that schitzophrenia is not real does not mean that people’s suffering is not real. That people suffer, that they can loose connection with others, that others fear those who have had this label attached to them, this is all fact.

That people are not trying to help people who suffer is debatable but let’s take it on faith that they are trying but are being mislead…

The difficulty is that the help that is offered so often sucks, and often does more harm than good. How can it not when it is based upon false assumptions,  treating the problem simplistically as a broken chemical balance, a broken brain when it is actually far, far more complex.

Schitzophrenia is not a thing it is an idea – and as such it is infectious.

But it can only be caught by spending too much time amongst those who would foist their ideas upon others.

Shitzophrenia is not real, it’s just some stuff some blokes made up as a way of trying to explain what they observed. Thing is, like the blind men in the proverb, they only observed a part of the elephant and, metaphorically speaking, the part they observed is not the tail, the head, the leg or even the ear – but the  inside of the elephant’s arse.

Re-enactment- how Kraepelin first observed “schizophrenia”
Well, if you had your head covered in elephant poop you’d call it “shitzophrenia” too.

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