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Trump and his billionaire allies are out of touch with a crisis facing more than 600,000 Americans, advocates tell Alex Woodward
To Elon Musk, the word “homeless” is a “lie” and “a propaganda word”.
“Homeless is a misnomer. It implies that someone got a little bit behind on their mortgage, and if you just gave them a job, they’d be back on their feet,” he told former Fox News personality Tucker Carlson in October. “What you actually have are violent drug zombies with dead eyes, and needles and human feces on the street.”
The more money spent combating homelessness, “the worse it gets”, according to Musk.
Musk — who funneled more than $250m into Donald Trump’s presidential campaign — is now directing lawmakers and the White House to make drastic, potentially devastating cuts to federal agencies that support millions of vulnerable Americans, including thousands of people experiencing homelessness.
The world’s wealthiest person has repeatedly suggested that he believes the government he will be assisting is behind a global conspiracy to make more people homeless in order to enrich the organizations working to end homelessness.
“The ‘save the homeless’ NGOs are often paid according to how many homeless people are on the streets, thus creating a strong financial incentive for them to maximize the number of homeless people and never actually solve the problem!” he wrote on December 10.
“The more homeless there are, the more money these organizations get, so their incentive is to increase, not decrease, homelessness!” he said in September.
Trump, meanwhile, says people experiencing homelessness should be forced into treatment or mental institutions “or face arrest”.
His campaign has promised to “end the nightmare” of the “dangerously deranged” with a plan to “open large parcels of inexpensive land, bring in doctors, psychiatrists, social workers, and drug rehab specialists, and create tent cities where the homeless can be relocated and their problems identified”.
He wants to “bring back mental institutions to house and rehabilitate those who are severely mentally ill or dangerously deranged with the goal of reintegrating them back into society.”
Musk and Trump are not alone.
I wanted to share some articles on actual 19th century asylums. I did some research because I wanted to see if Seward’s actions were actually the standard of care at the time and what reformers of the era were actually pushing for.
And what I discovered is that there were quite a few asylums that were more considerably more progressive and were far more humane than Seward’s asylum. Some even had practices that looked very similar to the restraint reduction/elimination programs we see today. Some had even eliminated mechanical restraints (straight jackets, chains, etc.) entirely.
So people were actually aware of how cruel and unnecessary many of these practices were. Hanwell Asylum phased out mechanical restraints like these in the 1840s. They created an environment where patients could move freely, focused on vocational programs (though many of these were unpaid) and even made deescalating patients in crisis (as opposed to using restraints) a core part of their practice.
https://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/objects-and-stories/medicine/victorian-mental-asylum
What was life really like in Victorian mental asylums? The story of Hanwell Mental Asylum reveals that they were kinder places than we might
People were also actively protesting the inhuman conditions at many asylums.
https://www.historyhit.com/life-in-a-victorian-mental-asylum/
Mental health treatment has thankfully come a long way over the millennia. Historically, people with mental health conditions were thought t
Not every asylum was like this, but the idea that mechanical restraints where not necessary was in the public conciseness, and psychiatric care that focuses on managing environments and stimulus/triggers was actually a thing that existed.
One of the reasons mechanical restraints returned and the concept of patient dignity became less a focus was overcrowding in the late 19th century This is the same issue that modern institutions cited as the cause for horrific drops in quality of care and abuse. Like today, the worst places were those where people were warehoused without enough staff to adequately supervise them. You saw this in places like Bethlam Royal Hospital (aka Bedlam Asylum).
High staff ratio was seen as essential to restraint reduction in places like Hanwell, much like today. This is very similar to how programs for people with intellectual disabilities and mental illness that lead to physical behaviors/aggression are placed in environments with high staff-to-client ratios (or even 1-to-1 staff) in order to have people on hand to give them more individual attention while in crisis and focus on de-escalation (I worked in contemporary programs that provided this kind care of for about 4 years).
So when we talk about Seward as a product of his time, I think we need to acknowledge that there were a lot of places that phased out the practices he uses on Renfield, some of which predated Dracula by almost a century.
Seward’s actions need to be looked at less in light of the standards of the time and more in light of Stoker’s own ableist and eugenicist beliefs. You see time and time again that Stoker equates mental health with moral and religious failings and a person being a lower form of human being. Notice how Seward continually frames the worst parts of Renfield’s mental illness in the context of scripture.
This was well after psychiatric science had begun to move away from this idea (though anyone with mental illness who grew up in a conservative Christian comunity will tell you it hasn’t faded completely today). Hanwell doctors did believe that religion played a role in a patient’s recovery, but less in the idea that mental illness/moral failing was linked inherently to a biological difference that was not treatable.
Later in the book, Stoker writes a scene were Van Helsing talks about how criminals have “childlike brains” and very much equate things like mental illness and intellectual disabilities with criminality. Though he does seem to make an exception for conditions like dementia (it is implied at one point that VH’s wife is suffering from it). In general, the characters in Dracula believe that mental illness/mental defects are inherent. This is why you see Seward focus more on studying Renfield than curing him.
So Seward and his asylum really are more emblematic of Stoker’s biases than they were the more progressive and compassionate practices toward treating mental illness that very much existed at the time. Critiquing his character for his treatment of Renfield is absolutely valid. He uses practices that asylums predating him by over 50 years deemed cruel and obsolete. Those practices has not vanished but we’re more associated with county institutions that warehoused their patients rather than private practices like Sewards.
My mom is quicksand
She never wanted to be a mom
When my older brother appeared, she did
She met my second oldest brothers dad because she was moving into a tiny room for her and her first
The second dad happened to be the one collecting the money
My mom is quicksand
One brother grew up thinking "that's my dad and this one's just a friend"
His actual dad he called by name
My mom got married
My second brother got to be born into a wedded family
I have no idea how long they were together until his dad knew better
"I'm not a good example of long term relationships" my mom said one day
There was nothing really to say to that
She's so unassuming
With a name as old fashioned as hers and heart that seems warm
She's quicksand before you know she's quick sand
Smiles and nice words and a sweet laugh
She makes you stay a while and listen to her stories
Then you realize all she has is stories
She'll be kind and meet you at your level
Break down barrier and speak Spanish with you
Talk to you in a language that feels like home
Before you know it you're in love and because you live somewhere else, you can walk away when she has weird days
But then she became pregnant with me and now you're staying in the quicksand
Let's get married she's about to have my little brother
But you know you're in quicksand now
You know what she's going to therapy for
You know what all those visits to the mental health ward were for
Oh dad, you're in quicksand
No sense of self
Every day is different
Even the slightest thing can sink you further
Or make you want to jump out
But you're in quicksand
And that shit stays
~merrito
Constantine: City of Demons
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How did anya's brother's help?
“Well…”
“They did what had to be done.“
4/7
Vasquez: A-9, I'm going to let you go crazy with this one. I'd just like to see what you can come up with. Congratulations!!! XD
Thank you!!! “Go crazy.” Haha! I see what you did there! :D I’m actually surprised with what I came up with. I had the image of an abandoned asylum in my head at first, but I actually ended up doing a straight-up mental hospital AU sort of thing, wherein Faraday is a good bro, and it’s kind of sad, but I think Vasquez was actually the perfect character to have done this one with!
Should have just taken damn the pills.
The thoughtfloated somewhere between his desperation to get away, and the vague awarenessthat, even if he had the energy to move his limbs, the restraints that boundhis wrists and ankles wouldn’t have permitted them to go very far. Then therewas the memory of being dragged down, the sting of a needle, and the burn ofmedication. The humiliation when he’d begged them not to do it, and the way hecould feel himself fray as his limbs went slack.
Just because you’re paranoid…
Therewas the chirp of his door’s electronic lock, followed by a knock before the doorcreaked open. Vasquez’s head lolled in that direction and his vision swam.
…doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.
Vasquezrecognized the orderly that had held down his legs. He had a visceral need to lashout, to run and hide; and be anywhere but where he was. He only managed apitiful tug at the leather straps.
“Shh, Iknow,” the man assuaged as he held up a clipboard and blood pressure cuff. “Noneedles this time. Promise.”
The orderlypulled a chair up to the bedside, and set the clipboard on the nightstandbefore unslinging a stethoscope from around his neck. Vasquez watched him, gauginghis intent, and squirming at the idea of being handled again. His eyes roamedover the white uniform until they caught sight of the access card. If only hecould get his hands on it. There was a picture that matched the man who satnext to him, and presumably a name. Vasquez wanted to groan in frustration whenthe letters didn’t coalesce into meaning.
And where are you going to go? You’ve gotnowhere else to be.
The orderly gave him alopsided grin that was as sly as it was friendly. Vasquez didn’t have to beparanoid to know that the man could guess what he was thinking in regard to theaccess key. Vasquez didn’t suppose it would help to tell him that he didn’tbelong here.
“I’mJosh,” he said, as he put the stethoscope’s eartips in place. “I’ve just gottaget your vitals.”
Theharsh tearing sound of Velcro made Vasquez’s stomach do a summersault, and asJosh slid the cuff under his arm, and fastened it around his bicep, Vasqueztried to pull away.
“It’sokay,” Josh said. He placed a hand on Vasquez’s shoulder and patted it. “I knowthis sucks.”
Oh, butVasquez wanted to fight. The next words out of the orderly’s mouth woulddoubtlessly be “but it’s for you own good.” Vasquez shifted his head, and glaredblearily at Josh. His eyes were blue-gray, patient, and sympathetic. Just thesame, if Vasquez heard any variation of those words again, he really would losehis goddamn mind.
Butthey didn’t come. Instead, Josh removed his hand. There was the tightening ofthe pressure cuff, and the feel of the stethoscope on his arm and chest. Vasquez studiedthe ceiling until it was done.
“Alright,”Josh said as he scribbled the statistics on the form. “So far, so good. Won’tbe too long, we can get you outta these. Just gotta get Sam, er… Doctor Chisolmto sign off on it.”
Vasquezeyed him cautiously. He didn’t dare give any sign of hope, or gratitude.
Joshfrowned.
“Itgets easier,” he said as he gathered up the equipment. “And for the record, Iam sorry we had to do that. Earlier. I never like to see that happen. None ofus do.”
Havingsaid what he apparently needed to say, Josh stood and walked toward the door,but he paused and turned, considering something.
“Not that I’d ever get tired ofseeing McCann take a knee to the stomach.”
Josh chuckled to himself, and for aheartbeat, Vasquez found himself sharing in the levity.
“If you need anything, I’ll bearound,” Josh said as he opened the door to let himself out.
There it was. The open door, thehallway beyond.
Run! Something in him snarled.
But the door shut, andlocked; and he was still tied down, and doped out of his mind.
Eventually,he slept.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Story Summary: Roy, after missing a deadline, is sent on a health inspection with Maes Hughes. There is a creepy air to the New Heissgart Village, a small community for the physically and mentally disabled, but he cannot place it. There he meets a young, golden-haired patient who helps him find the horrifying truth of the Village.
Chapter Summary: They recover after the East Ward but Roy now has many more problems he has to deal with. Where are the patients going to go and why do Lieutenant Hawkeye and Lt. Col. Hughes keep asking him the same questions?