The Mockery Of Inpatient ‘Care’ For The Mentally Disordered.
Dis-order in the mental health ward.
There is a common misperception amongst humans, that we must be orderly to be worthy of existence in mainstream society. Orderly as in, one must show courtesy and respect to others, one must exercise judicious judgement of others, (lest thou be judged), one must comply with legal and moral code, one must pay their taxes, one must bake cookies for the new neighbour (even when the new neighbour is a flagrant idiot), one must stand robot-like in orderly queues, and one must most certainly, give two shits about their friends’ first world problems. And so on. This is relative order as we generally know it to be.
But not all are orderly. One who is not, who lacks insight, who is mentally incapacitated cannot stand in order, cannot bake cookies, cannot pay taxes, cannot exercise sound judgement. For his feet do not sit flush, upon terra firma. One, may be a floater, one that is, in his own orderly sense, orbiting the earth in a dis-orderly manner. When one conducts himself in such a fashion, one may say indeed, that he is in, dis-order. The one’s mind lacks a complete, singular construct, it is shattered somewhat, and thus his being, his soul, is non-orderly and can be bracketed under some mental health title. What label(s) can we ascribe to such dis-order? Ah…
