The Phantoms Behind Insanity
Before diving into self employment, just as many I had an 8am to 5pm job. I was a counselor at a psychiatric hospital. I met many, helped many, prayed for many and secretly cried for many. But what I am about to narrate, I certainly will never forget. Tina was one of the regular patients going in and out of psychological care quite frequently. She had been diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder time after time by the attending Psychiatrists. I met her during one on one therapy. It was during this time I had the opportunity to listen to her story.
Tina began saying, I don’t regret killing him the way I did, and she would burst out laughing sporadically, then she continued talking, he deserved it, with an angry look on her gray face. She had killed a man, years back for which she spent time confined at a state asylum for the insane. Tina had a troubled life growing up. She was known to be a repeat teen runaway. During one of her escapades, a man had offered her shelter which in her naiveté she accepted. The man kept her hostage and sexually abused her for months, until she freed herself from his abuse; but not before killing him by sodomizing him with a broomstick and cutting off his penis by biting it off with her teeth.
Voices of Ghosts
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- Comment from author about the poem: The name of the patient was changed to protect her real identity. This story is meant to provide insight to others about what goes on in our communities at large, as far as mental health is concerned. #################################################################### Voices of Ghosts
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Uh,ok, that is really something,wow, not the story that I was expecting, I feel so bad for her and at the same time, she did to him what he probably done to her, she probably really did feel free in a way
yes more than likely that was the reasoning behind her criminal insanity, a person can only take so much.
I suppose everybody has a breaking point, and their own way of handling things, I rely on God, others blame God,
A sad and compelling story - all the more so for being true!
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