Well Wishers-Second Edition

By Danny Eugene Allen

An insightful account of what it means to be mentally, ill. With all the concerns and caveats in maturing, developing and understanding. The tale of struggles, principles of hardship and background and the infinite trials and tolls of what the condition, its precursors and the many dynamics occurring within the disease. The detailed account of what M.I. carries for a life-time. There is moving, revealing story; recovery which many are not aware of; and the individual sophistication which brings certain themes of the conditions together. Ending with the valuable and astute resolve which he comes to fulfill. If you've wonder to some extent what's in the news almost everyday about M.I., mental-violence and there after, you'll feast your eyes on these uncertain, mysterious and serious terms. M.I. is serious, mysterious and debilitating, this full-length nonfiction helps to solve and dissolve some of the heartbreaking illusions, but give framework to people, place and propriety. Read this intrinsic and annotating text from 1993 all the way to 2002, when he is released on conditional-with thinking and mind-play that supposes and synopsis humanity, hope and hospitalization...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danny Eugene Allen
• Release date: Jul 1, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452381985

Danny Eugene Allen

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‘Well Wishers II’

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Danny E. Allen

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Copyright Danny E. Allen 2012

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This memoir is the representation of the author, his life and history. Names have been changed to protect privacy otherwise the events are the true incidents of his life and times as he recollects it.

Chapter One

~...Anchoring, in an archaic harboring.~

...Rain was falling heavily, in small rivulet torrents down an outside brick wall. It came trenching-down an exterior, westward facing window-frame of Ward-2... ...An ardently, resigned but aging, and re-functional retention-unit of the Simmons Mental Forensic hospital. Drooling-down its thick but aging, Plexiglas window-panes in a late-summer storm of ‘93. The Unit was a maturing and reconverted, architecture by-design. Structured, in a below-the-ground, floor-dimension. The extenuated and tall, multi-frame windows were set nearly, even with the outside ground-basing.

...Along the area of the round-yard, which ran beside its outdoor partial-perimeter... ...Habilitating clientele went there as a special-sector allowance; by provision and reassessment. ...Going out for ‘fresh-air’ and to stretch their muscles. In a less restrictive-side to the fact of being impressed. Most all that day being spent inside, underneath dark-menacing skies. The incoming-storm, now finally, letting-loose of warm-and wet-moisture penned-up, in what had been a long, hot-sultry season.

Ward-2, was known psychometrically, as the ‘Independent’ ward. ...Security-aide workers such as Paul Walker, was an evening ward-charge... Dressing in typical all-white, he was a more, thorough facility’s authoritarian... His co-worker in white, was Don Fischer, who was less-tenured and ultimately, less authoritative. But as well, lesser, inclined and self-assured. Presently, they were presiding over a unit. In what was a three hundred bed-building complex and campus. Designed for those committed by what was an infirming of people with a social, legal or personal-defect.

Eight variant men, were seated in an array, around the unit’s day-room section. ...Clients were in various residing-contentions... ...By necessary imprisonment, arraignment and deliberate-concession...in what was a defining, by psychiatric-means... Induced in varying, decisions of assignee-transfer. What would come later as a potential for release. In the forensic-process...by and of institutionalized, administrating and legislating-conception; as the supplanting-prefix of authority, consideration and abject-conferring. The mental-suspect of cause for symptomatic apprehension in practical-processing in arriving at a decision of perpetuity.

As being practically, and effectively, judged in the ‘processes’ of diagnosis... A professionally, labeled-status by a clinical determination and enamoring; in a moralistic/socialistic validity. By a cognitive and ‘temporal’, ensuing. By what was the psychological incentive of medically, developed-objectives. A clinical -‘oracle’, in what was being in a possible and actual official-procuring. Ascertaining and redeeming, given to an arduous material-calculation... ...Activated, by installing and defining, by what was the ‘Intro.’-unit. In what was a clinical-standing. By what was the facets of incorporate-establishing of the precepts of personal/mental-state...

...The further status and improving by what could be behavioral self-exoneration... The walls ‘wept’ moisture, from the interior’s (cooled-to gratuity)-policy of air-cooling usage... At the time, 18 total-internees were, in acceptance and order. Presided over under code of what was a criminal after-math... In, or by, suggested-’defect’ and jurisprudent-deliberation... Several were watching-television, chatting and otherwise, enjoying free down-time. As the remainder, slept, or were in their assigned comported rooms.

The aide-staffs were seated within the station-room. Performing technical-processing in stat-forms...by follow-ups, write-ups, clerical-duties. And being, in an emergency-prep; for a ‘code-orange’... An instant alert-response call... The ward-aides went about carrying-on their job... Otherwise, attending to nursing, client imposed-functions. Or by way of operatively, impressed follow-through... Shift-duty, for personnel from 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. The afternoon-watch, was to register and be guiding of their charges’ daily-behavior.

Paul and Don, were well-known in what was a confident-commune with their-charges... ...As the result of their interjecting, individual personalities... And so an uniquely, innocent idiosyncratic-impulse, being in and of, what was a patient’s self-vocalism. Paul was 61, a 25-year veteran. Seeing times change, from as far back as the mid-‘70s. Recognizing that in the clients today, as having demonstrably a ‘wider’ self-venue and certain ‘higher’ personally, realized-admissions. Staffing, over time, becoming swallowed-up by growth of patients’ human dimensions, to what was a new psychiatric protocol... Many having once been irresponsible clients. ...Yet auspiciously being within, what was their mental/social-proclivity...

By what was becoming history...in an inherent central convalescent-symposium and staunch mental-health system by humanitarian exclusion... Paul: ‘kind‘ comparatively, as to Don: steadfast and rarely, influenced. Don, not closing-in on retirement often fed his inner-evoking, selfish-taunts. Often, being beset with a deterring-contingent. Intensely, accounted and implemented against his-charges... Days went by way of a environmentally, suppressed and repressive ‘zeal’. By what was necessary deliberation. By what became a civil, casual, and fundamentally exerted, deliberation...

Men and women, in a committed convalescent corrective-cause. By way of being dimensionally, restricted and penalized. In what was in such a requiem-institution... Lending to being clinically, emplaced in conditions of exclusionary, potential-danger and the necessity to be, in correctional-compliance... By what was an incursion and ineptitude. Resorted to being as under an imposed, forensic discretionary. And, as well, as in essential containing and implying role-subjectivity... …Monitored by those with expertise in lock-up, and skilled in personal-social violent impulse-issues. By what was an inordinate cornerstone by incarcerated-prerequisite. As to being legally, institutionally, enlisted under utter necessary-infirm... ...Imprisoned-trustees, advantaging a down-time as the infirmed, under uncertain in-hospital perspective...

David Calvin Justice, 29, was a relatively, new trustee spending his first Thanksgiving, Christmas through Easter, on the Intro-ward; processed as a new-arrival. Examined, in behavior by what was the tenets of observation-unit... Eventually, what was a long-term placement... It was a ‘tough’ experience. By what was a daily-reality as a forensic maximum-security hospital. Hardening-times leaving his hometown at 27... Arriving in Vintonburg, Oklahoma to attend college. ...Looking forward to better-times, graduating junior-college as an above-average student, at 21. Achieving an Associate in Arts-Life-sciences, pre-doctoral… The incurred revelatory-concessions were facts, undone. In what was to become a criminal-imprisonment. And what had existed for ten years in his life: psychiatrically, conferred mental-defect...

Walking out on the day-room on this humid rainy day, noticing the other-clients relaxing and passing-time, engaging interests. Justice, was an intelligent man. Once being sophisticatedly, redeemed. Focusing on the logically, driven... as to posturing ‘genuine‘-ideas... Involving thinking-impetus, and stigmas relative to academic years. ...Self-involved, in what had become a dire, pontification. Now, on the intense-inflection, of what was an unique, incurring. Deeply, suppressed and juxtaposed, as a closed-off mental-‘koans‘ and deductive-idioms... In what was caged-up intellectual-contemplations... ...what was becoming off-handed, ‘minimal’ and generalized.

Coming to realizing instances in what had became a ‘finite’, mind-activity... A psychiatrically, averted and preconceived-altering. In what was entrenched in the last-decade in his life, till now. What had become a lonely, meditative-thrall; complicated by ill-certain, yet venerable self-virtues. Ultimately, based on a perceptively, determined judgment of subversion. In-reversal over the last few years. ...Artificially, cooled-air, ceding feelings in what was in an adverse, and deepened-dimension. ...An infirming sense of being in an impulsive, ‘polarity‘. Objective ideas, interests and contentious-‘intensities’ being dividing-upon now de-manifested-grounds. After he having, come a long-way…

...Transported-on a cold-day in November. After months in County-Sheriff’s prison. What followed was an experience-intense, yet futile… Last two-years, giving much effort to comply and adapt, what was an indicative-illness... And having come to traverse psychiatrically, conferred-contentions... By a former mental-deriving in self-controlling ‘intensities’, as lessons in hardships. It was life-in personal-duplicity... ...Leveling-out, and venturing-away from home... And now, ‘strung-on-a-wire‘... A lucid-mind of dreams, wishes and hopes undeservingly, alluding-closer to predestined, pragmatism.

...A few times before having been in such a ‘refute’, and atoning. He was now, lying within a ‘deeper’-futility… David-wrestled with the new-clinical, legal and medical-aligning. ...Tantamount to, what was an institutional-enlistment. By what was to become an occupationally, incurred ‘fault or blame’. Overseer-institutions that were established. By what was an executable, individual underlying; and by official orient. ...Faced in what was becoming a methodically, ‘downward-spiral’ as a clinical-patient... In what was a publicly, moderating, institutional-‘practicum’, helplessly. Over-time…an applied, and essential personal imperil, exasperatingly so... As what had become a deeded-choice, as if inevitably, by cause-and-effect...

...Placed in a mental-hospital times before... Yet in, as an individualized-resolution, for future cause... To be released and rationally, un-controlled, and un-inhibited... In what was to be in an accordant ‘individual-reality‘... At Simmons forensic maximum security hospital, admission, was regarded as a ‘prison-term’ by experienced clientele... As a client, now-skirting, mandatory pre-destined rules. Sitting at a table, independently striving to be understanding, willing, and in relegate-accepting of their rules. Potentially, and inertly, inactive and inundated, under clinical-procedures. Exacting, under an inhibitive-outline by legal-statute. Under clinical-protocol, definitively, influencing each client-patient cartel. …Don, security-aide was in peremptory, in nascent-actions; as an ‘issues-man’... Objectively, ‘parallel’ yet obtuse…commanding a ‘full-range’ of what was affectation. In status and mode, the shape of David’s life over the last 8-months being held-by institutional-enlistment, within a definitive-regiment. His-dependence and dispose, actualizing in a reticular ‘next-move’... Over-looked, in mental-health treatment-avail... Propagated as an infirmed-priority, by considering professionals...

...Originating in circa 1858. Simmons institution was long, a visionary-enclave… Instilling-mission as a division-of nursing and insane-asylum. An arm of Suffrage, mental medical-science and social-reform… By 1850s, America and the world started a line of humaneness that by 1930s’ in drugs, alcohol and ascetic-causes; murder, abuse and repression saw a turn from humanitarian to ruling-moral medical-relegation... By ‘60s movements, ‘70s ‘Free-love’ and afterward, its results… Seeing the detainees’ philosophical-conditions reduced by long, distraught social-climes... Many people seeing a single-individual given to commit immoral-crimes, show little-remorse, and then imprisoned for life over capital-punishment, in the name of humanity, there...

The straight-forward order of things set on social-foundation was worsening in moral anomaly... Thus, principles and precipices, men and women acting as relative point-guards in moral-issues not easily, being acknowledgeable. Don, Paul and David clinical-declarative objects, associated in sensational-edict come to full-circle... A historical-resound in rules, procedures and regulations by personal and social norm-straits. David, knew little of this… ...Not seeing, in the socio-moral preciseness, conspiring and adjudicating to law, legality and legitimacy. ...29-years old, single, without substantial-family to rely upon. In what was became a ‘waiting-game‘… In a place, simple-freedoms were near-fully, systematized... Without considerate personal-independence, or committed profundity. Under medical’s certain-terms.

...Seeing this, as a ratifying, ‘rule-of-thumb‘… Upon arriving, 318 aide-workers worked at SMH... But by 2,000, less than 200 were still employed... -With the impudence of daily lock-down, forced cell-ing, and occasional arm and leg-locking. Professional abuses against what should have been proven treatment. ...Deciding as an eventually, resultant termination of doctors, nurses, aide-workers and staff... After its exposure the reigning-in by new Mental Health Department-leaders...informed, as a creed against super-critical-enforcement of client-impressing... What came to be law-breakers of all-kinds lending to the once deriding, but typically, accepted subjective-malfeasance...

---Carlos Attos, was seated on the couch watching television. A Mexican-illegal immigrant, finally ending-up, in the U.S. Placed at Simmons avoiding deportation. Sam Heller, was a large-figure abused children. Peter Samuelson, an irritable-client likely, committing violence, in anger... Bruce Witsaw, a one-time murderer, enjoying time away from prison, as a more functional-client. ...Total of eight-clients around the dayroom, none overly, dramatized in-plight... In irreversible contentions, promoted to behave properly, in clinical-standings... ...His long-history of conflict. ...Didn’t abuse substances, didn’t commit crimes of selfish contention. November 23, 1992, he was brought to Simmons after 52-days in jail, a crime of resisting-arrest and assaulting an officer… No one, was hurt. A sentence of N.G.R.I., and assigned to be sent to Simmons for ‘an indefinite-period’...

…Most of David’s life was a struggle... Determined to overcoming-issues, many not his own. Times, he accepted and committed-to although lost and depravity were often emplaced before him. Misunderstood, mishandled and misinterpreted in family, friends and social-fosters, in no-certain terms... Extremely, edifying issues; lying-center, upon his path in-life. At times, he had wished many could have been ‘avoided’. But life was short...misunderstandings, were undeniable in the likelihood of experiences. In its many dynamics, in a pathway of mishaps...

The intensity of strife, loneliness, abuse and distortion. In a fathomable kind. ...Un-fostering, such defaming by eventual acceptance. Many times, in a full-defining, by ‘conditions’. ...Mis-incurred; mis-trusted; and mis-redeemed in a ‘void’ of living. Mainly, incentives, were in-turn; survival, thriving and inner-makings. Although, in what was a learning-encounter. Born in ‘64. Life began ‘tough’, and became tougher... Instilled, in social-upheavals, personal-plights and public-purveyances, almost permanently. Deterrent in myopic-years, as a norm of social-demographics.

In a situation by retrospective social-woes. ...David’s family were known for having external and internal-problems... Unabatedly, in his-eyes were love, affection and companionship. Of the times in demeaning taciturn. By what was conflicting hardships. What had became a derogatory, epitome. Intertwining, with life’s inferring. Until the issues of punitive-influences. By which there was an affectation being mental health-facilities. Incurred by their ‘court-declared’, recourse. Upon legitimacy of violent-offenses. ...Then mitigated unto what was owning clientele-‘ties’. Until resolving-‘fears’ by what was the factorials of remorse, fault, and blame; mistrust, as distrust. ‘Resorting‘, unto what was inappropriate emotional-deans. Ending as a self-dimensional reproving, presided upon. As inclusive in the reach of moving-on, as ending residence. As to reaching an ‘alternate’-pinnacle. ...The warm-day of rain, engaged-winds and sunless somber-clouds... A day to ignore weather and be resolve, in entertaining-interests.

5’9", David C. Justice became restless, a ‘restlessness’ engulfed as to people, places and times. Ward-2 member on the independent-ward for 8-months. Understood as a strange utopia of case-workers, aides and clients, with rounds-psychiatrist and physician. …Being a practicing-goal of personnel-enterprises, following-program by its unique-classicism. For individuals having certain proclivities. Sara Genna, head of the unit was a social-worker in professional and of class means. Perhaps, in competence learning of intuit clientele. Affirmation, being conformer and teacher lending to the issues of hospital-rehab. …It was becoming Monday night, everyone was taking a laid-back stance. David’s trek-from education, discipline, and affirming-motivation as in college-success. Un-conceived hardships effectually, following in a civil-pact by stressing-in, as a foundation. Guising-employ and result, impacting by date-time. Being potential-stressors by a ‘hit-and-miss‘ precept. To fathom ‘woes’ seemingly, to mirror-image. A role-playing in constructive and obstructive-shadows of himself.

David lost his mother a year-earlier. Abandoning sentimental-attitude once understood. In 8-months as in self-composed vigil. In the intent presently, to find a command-to self-comply. The feel of ‘cool’-air when entering the room from the unit’s hall; seemingly like, a breath, to a lung. The unit sat on the first-floor. On occasion, someone passed by in the hall. Any client who would watch was in rule-violation. Looking to the door was also prohibited. Getting to a point that the door was shut by paranoid-staff. Or overtly, obedient clients or against-bored, to-the-point-of-delirium clients. In the name-of-obedience especially, actions. Or reiterations and provisions, taken in ever ‘revolving’ staff-overbite. Pitted against opposing, lonely clientele.

For now, being adhering and consistently, reached-as the order of things. For his hardened-‘role’, David’s mindset was set-‘free’. For what, was thought; a complimentary, ‘unrealizable’-concession. Against his settings’ predispose-implications. A ‘false’-sense in an origination to the average human-beings/with above-average-preclusions. Ambiguously, saving composing-parallels made David a sieve of perniciousness. In-virtual, due in part, to inundating, and defined-rituals. Being once overlaid, in what was stalled-contests. …175-days on Ward-9, observation and enlist-ward. A ‘zeal’ in conforming-complex, facing each individual-clientele… As well on Ward-2 residing by the implications in being and coexisting as hardened-criminals. Remit derivatively, unto ‘harsh’ and cruel subjective-atmosphere a denizen-‘rift’ as potential aversive. Proctoring in unreeling, affected-dimension and design of the ‘average-clientele’ and S.A.s...

A sardonic, stalled and despotic existent-qualm. Requisition, by interactive-sentiment, as plot of things. ‘Aimless‘, alternatives in patient-population’s self-division in an un-renounced, de facto… Engaged moment-by-moment in finite coexistent-incentive...held-to as deliberate officiate. Prevailingly, set-in by what was a ‘yielding‘-ordinate-confining, definitively and annotatively. In self-befit nominal capacity. ‘Active’ and ‘alive’ resigning story. Their, imposed-by-routine, lives as clients; under-blunt obliging-rules. Possible, prognosis preamble in retrospective. Which might ‘illuminate‘-reticent feelings, by those impressed. And a credo, under staff-control. Men and women, active in specific-and-transom. Conferred under hospital-code. By suppressive rules and staff-guidelines. By entailed in moral and systemic-enforcing, endemically curtailed in patient-advocacy, possibly only lost in awaiting. David-watched, as others were mistreated. None-under an employ in objective-of a cure. A very, ‘presence‘-imposition; being technically being transgressed in a-travail.

…Criminal-prison offers lock-up, with a dimensional functioning. As precariously, deemed-rights in an humanitarian-fabric. Established by legal-ordinances, in progression, as individual reform. This forensic, mental-health hospital-offered daily cell lock-up, meals and institutionally, enforced personal-implication. -Oppressive and over-reaching rules...over an individual impress. By what was a standard-policy. Institutional, and ‘internal‘-imported to in a-client’s pseudo-dignity. Operatively, enlisting-by and among sequesters. While SMH-population engendered a fictitious social-dignity. There was an arrangement of mitigate-suspicion ‘shining‘ as invested-reticence. Then, over-time in an administrative handing-down propagating-rule. Affectively, denoted to an ominous orient. Impacting, reconstituted levels-in a watered-down posturing.

A ‘succinctness’ yet not successive, formulaic by thinking. In a controlling behavioral-management and compromising-allowed. Thus, a hospital-unification, creating a superlative clinical ‘wall-log‘. …David spent some time trying to ‘realize’; under what definitive-function was the rules and how to apply himself. Walking onto a confined-unit. Experiencing, in a litany in hospital emporium, dating 150 years, in what was… In elaborate and ensconced-findings. He had fulfilled, under an insular competency. In fact, the long-days of ‘finite’-reality in walking the halls. Sitting, extended-periods personalized and developmental officiate-composite as a unit-provision. Coating missive-motivation in inverse, patient-recovery.

…Dark-skies, outside, didn’t resolve but expressed dark-clouds of recessed condoning. By pre-supposed hospital stay. Prevailing in such subjective predilection nearly, in all his life. The minimal cause on an independent-ward, he had been further detracted by issues. He’d braved in hoping-for release… By permission doing what was requested with such confused circumstances, his steadfastness was waning. Would a man alone with few alternatives deal with the depreciative void. Thus vectored, from home to enclosed-handedness in hospital. It having illuminated few, personal suggested-resolutions. David spent three years away from his home. A year of direness and wariness. Yet an ultimate, re-transfixing that came would be an elaborate scheme based-on illness.

Stykes, Oklahoma, a college-town. College for David had been constrained, at best. David’s heart was good. A determined 26 year-old, graduating junior college at 21 having earned a GED and taking a year-off for job-training without success. Graduated with a degree in pre-med, hoping to go on to Vet-school, a disappointment, in relevance. Reality, based ‘hopes’ having been a defining, subdividing-line. Requiring a self-decision by situation in a necessary, atonement. What would be a change in-focus. A circumstance quite, elemental… SMH, was no convalescence-facility... Forensics, was an impress, a reality-check in long-term stay. Had he entered, under a life’s sequel, in a ‘secretiveness’ of his-life? That under normal-circumstances would have been changed? A reckoning circumstance, apparently.

Reaching, many turning-points of hopes, dreams and final results. Leaving-home, after 26-years in a large-city of 50% blacks. Experiencing a home-town of crime, poverty and as well, economic-advancements existent alongside each-other. Not privileged, yet ‘social-progress’, had a betterment, in-times. Born, at a time of civil-change. Growing-up watching Green Acres, Batman and The Beverly Hillbillies… In the 60’s and early 70’s, a child of television before it was a national-factoid. His father, Efrem, left home in ‘68. After his mother Isabel was brought to proclivity by M.I. Early in life he was a precocious child. His life of 4-years, affected by the birth of a younger-sibling, out of wedlock… ...Learning much with his-personality, ‘wants’ and logic, in the circumstances in life. Resultant reality was imposed-on things he could control... His self-integrity congealing in-time of broken-family, violence and domestic-abuse. Family-conflict that would last three-decades.

By ‘74, required to be independent. In an in-depth, sense. Elaborate, as the world became voided-into elusiveness, discouragement and stoking, ever-changes and obstacles. At 10, feeling the upheavals in family-rifting into delusion. …He could not count-on his sisters or older brother. In turn, epitomizing the change and reality of life in practical-overcoming. David was wise, watching t.v., listening to popular radio-music to watching network-t.v. news. He too, had drawbacks. Taking resolve-to recover in self-preservation. Understanding early, that ‘maxims’ in social-pressures, led to self-compromise… He knew, in the infinite-mysteries of life-choices it would eventually, lead to demise.

Sarah, his older-sister had a boyfriend, whom made her-pregnant at 17. As was his-sister, Patricia. Sarah and Patricia had grown away from David in their perspective 5 and 10 years, elder-age. David, watching as they advanced-into the world. Without maturity to understand men, sex and child-baring in the ominous, dispiritedness of helpless, single-motherhood. Years later, his mother would succumb to M.I. Leaving David alone, aloft and confused. Reaching, a point of no-return. Leading to adamancy not his own but owned-up to. Personally, he wanted to help-them. But privately, knowing they’d dealt themselves a ‘final-blow‘… Sarah and Patricia committed-acts of ignorant masochism. While his-mother seemed to have fallen into what was a self-disparage...

David’s complex-life was interwoven with hardship. School led to fears-of-aggression, from bullies and the overt pupil-‘elite’. Primary-school, being a farce and hypocritical. ‘Classroom’ and ‘school-yard’, were very differing-arenas... Dominated by continuous, pecking-order that was near, inevitable. Finding no succinct-parallel, in contentious-mission or mastering. An emulative, by what was ultimately, a confining. Estranged-parables, against grasping the few developmental-refining. Confining, made tantamount in children. Of ‘raptness‘-forlorn, fixate and personal confab... At times, telling his-mother of his formative-issues-experiences.

Thought-by her as a sort of odd individual childhood-referendum. Perplexing and over-perturbing-issues in un-resolve. Leading to a future blighted by a fire-storm in infamy, falsehood and faultiness. Finding children-single-handedly, creating atmosphere incurring despotism. Often against the ruling-adults.There-was much idiomatic-synthesis. Going-on in David’s life and much was in a-vigil and ‘empirical’ that began to slide into place as one-‘organization‘. One thing he understood was, he was its ‘main-concern‘... And as advanced-chemistry, advanced-biology, Trigonometry and French 202 went on... As his tastes-changed, he-accepted that his mindset was morally, based-on a mental-assertion... As his ‘construct’ of moral-psychology. That had been once a hope of attaining a social and emotional-success. David began to realize. Others were not him. That theirs and his psyche, had been established upon differing-tiers. Some were formidable, others-formative and most-‘formulaic’. So he understood the world was ‘different’ for different-individuals.

...Keith, Sherman, and David were on the Social-Learning-ward. David had returned to general-population from the Criminal-ward after a year… He was successful on his new unit. Sallie Groft, was the unit team-leader. ...She was 29 years old, while David was 32. She’d worked for SMH for three years. Going up the ladder ‘fast’. A one-time devout Baptist. She’d left religion, and married Bryant Yertson. A handsome S.A., which had become a ‘womanizer’. They divorced, and now they’d went their separate-ways. David, had a special-place in her-heart. Perhaps, she felt a feeling of identity with him. As he was simple and alone. When they had first met, David felt a feeling of admiration. For the only ward-team leader who accepted him from the violent-ward. Out of four other vying-Wards… For this, David tried hard to succeed. He enamored by his-experience. He felt they, and he, were bettered by the ‘improvement’ of himself...

...Keith Carlson had come six-months, after David. He was a street-wise rogue. Who’d had a hard-life. Coming-out of it with scrapes. Now, was no-different. 5’7", skinny dark-skinned he was originally from Puerto Rico, since the late ‘70s. He’d seen some strange-things. Obsequious, to the rudimentary laws-of-civil-society. Yet lately, he was imprisoned at a mental-hospital in the ‘Boonies’… For him things could be ‘worse’. His connections with David had been cultural. Yet he realized early that David, SMH and being a clientele were renderings of a ‘flawed’ and un-admonishing system.

Sherman Etat was 54, 5’6, thin, yet worldly. He’d arrived on Social-learning Ward S-16, three-months earlier... He lost his wife, his lifelong career and eventually, his mind. Yet, over-all, he was getting better. In all, David admired Sherman. He had class". He was a black Franco-American. David figured he was worldly. In a provincial sort-of-way. He had a temper, which David avoided. He knew when to leave him alone. Otherwise, they got along. Day after day, everyone went to classes, activities and meals and free-time... It was plausible-now that he was ‘progressing’. He was even beginning to enjoy his ‘new-ward’. And as seasons-passed, activities-came and went; throughout program-allotment... Improved-advancements were made. Everyone held a level-of-satisfaction, within the unit.

---David went to school at Lincoln Public school. He hated school. At 10, school was a ‘nightmare’. He went to class-alone. He had few-friends, and was getting used-to it. Lincoln, which was a elementary school. Yet the atmosphere was daunting. He faced the deviant-‘reality’ of coming adolescence. Many students were ‘streetwise’. Playing in the streets they matured as illegals. Illegal acts began infiltrating innocent-children’s lives... David, wasn’t a deviant. He-tried to avoid the street-runners. Yet when showing-up for class. Sometimes, the teacher was not in class. When they were, they tended to be aversive... How committed, he explained that childhood was. ...But not a ‘livelihood’, where he could have attended an ‘elementary’ school. He was now seeing less-and-less of ‘chilly’ concerns. And more, an ‘urchin’-like ‘reality’. Henceforth, he hated school and i.e. childhood. ..He could have explained it to anyone that school was a front to pre-adult, diffidence.

He began making his own way. Out of desperation. He decided not to despair but think of a plan-B. His many hours of TV-mentality came in handy. Yet unlike TV, there was no ‘central’, all-admonishing theme. This was ‘real‘, as real as it would ever be... Yet TV, also showed reality. Yet with none of the contentions he was also under. Being alone, forlorn and forgotten. But he realized if he was to survive. He knew without the help of others he would have to take evasive action. ...So he skipped school Made as many reasons as possible to stay-away. Feeling, he had very few-choices.

School, unlike the discoveries decades later. Of the many hardships children experienced much-later... He was alone. And now being alone, having to make an alternative life-style all his-own. Public-school became a ‘war-zone’. And his-life was to make an escape. This was life at 10. In a-peril before even adolescence. Yet he was swept away. He had a strong, intellect and not-being able to use-it in school, used it to evade it.

This, a parable to living. Being not the first. Yet as future-‘generations’ he’d have to render his-life. If he wanted-to survive. The ‘immensities‘, he’d taken-on. That would only be resolved by leaving school entirely some 5-years, later. Of which p.s. would never be a place of rudimentary to learn and grow. He’d wished that it was a place to achieve. Yet times, trials and tribulation never reached a necessary, fruition.

David was a student of Respiratory Technologist, at a junior-college in Stykes... Eighteen years old, he’d taken a year off from college to get training at a clinical-occupation. It was a small course-load program. That’s why he chose it... He spent the summer going-to fundamental-classes. That summer was hot and rainy. He was smart, so the classes seemed ‘easy’. ...By fall, clinical began. He had to be up by 4 a.m., at work by 6 a.m.... Being there for staff-meetings, and collect his equipment for the days work. He had his ‘whites’-on and had to go to the differing-floors. The hospital had over 280-beds. Working at a medical-center on the central-Southside. He rode the bus. It was tiring-work. He interacted with nurses, doctors and medical personnel.

He was seeing a psychiatrist for two-years. His M.I., was developing. So he was therapeutically, advised a lot during this time. ...His psychologist thought, maybe he’d taken-on too much. Many of his coworkers were devoid and superficial. Of which they seemed to believed this, was en par for the course. He worked until 3 p.m. He thought it was interesting to work with medical-professionals. Yet David was very much, a ‘loner’. He didn’t like to reflect on it too much. Because his long-standing feelings began in elementary-school and had come-back. In some ways, his childhood had been the major-social part of his life. By ‘82, he’d been at the ‘half-way’ point of his succeeding as an ‘individual’. He was succeeding in college.

...When many thought he couldn’t. He’d ‘bared-down’ and did what was needed. As a ‘shadow’ of what was ‘lost’ as a result. By ‘84, he was back in college reapplying-himself to academics… He’d failed the clinical, two-years earlier. He’d been sublimating the experience and learnt from it. Yet the failure of independence cuts through his ambition a-bit. Subverting and sublimating, what could had been a turning-point. It was not easy, yet his psychologist-helped. He couldn’t assume he could overcome everything. He didn’t want to look-back. So much of his past had been a sublimation of reality. ‘84, was the year his mother and sister moving away from the south-side of town... They had lived in a two-story brownstone. Now, they moved to an apartment on the lower-south-side into a 3-room apartment. David liked it, a duplex. He attended to school as best he could. Yet things, wouldn’t be the same. While David expanded his ‘horizons’ much of what was over-come was now formidably, in the past.

In ‘84, Reagan was relegated a second-term as President... The economy was sluggish. And society was seeing the Yuppie-come into his and her own. Family Ties was popular, as Cheers was hitting the air-waves. The Waltons, Happy Days and the Jeffersons were seeing their last-runs. Dallas, Falcon Crest and Dynasty were headed for their best seasons… David too, was looking forward to the Fall… He’d succeeded in college-classes. And now, another year and he’d be graduating. He’d spent 2-years passing some of the more advanced-courses. He realized academics, was a cogent-of ability. The shadow of the past had faded. And he wanted to concentrated-on classes. He was a junior, and now was more mature. He thought of his college-life as the TV show: The Paper-Chase. He enjoyed himself, he ranked high in nearly all his-classes. --He had volunteered at the animal-shelter and spent the summer, idealizing the future. Deciding to go to the local university, in ‘86... He went to see his academic-counselor, and did the last part of his future-academic planning.

His family were no-longer as a ‘source’-of reliance. He-loved his mother and sisters. But for David to move-up, he had to leave behind excess emotional-baggage. He remained on his own. He was beginning to feel the loneliness-of independence. He’d come home and talked with his mother about college. But she had ‘no idea’-of what he was saying. Her mind had seemingly, stopped working appropriately. Still stuck-in a decade ago. When she was a younger-mother taking care of small-children. David both resented and was astounded by that fact. Then, his-life had been to grow-away from a family. ‘Stuck’ in the past. And that family was lost on indemnity and of no use.

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This was a ‘turning-point’ to him in his young-life. Older, mature, wiser and motivated knowing there was ‘little’-use in looking-back... Efrem, Isabel and his family were stuck in the ‘past’. Lost or forlorn, he could not change-them. All he could do was leave them to their out-dated life. The issues had been decided. He was going to have to turn a corner, forget and be gone.

…The snow fell heavy in ‘84. Getting to school was difficult. With 20-inches of snow fell-over the weekend. Streets were being cleaned of snow and their drifts were three-feet high on the curbs. The cold-wait on the bus stops, had been even longer. The bus system was sometimes cancelled, as was school-classes. But sometimes classes were missed due to sporadic traffic and teachers’ endeavors… But as January turned into February the crisp-air began to warm…

David focused on his strength-didactic semantics. With a new kind-of-energy, he focused more upon systematic-affronts: classes, studies and ‘station‘. He thought less of ‘focus’ and figment. David’s once reverberating-ethic and new-motivation recounted his successes in life. There, he had had to self-rescue. Nothing was permanent. And the plausibility was to be on a deeper-understanding of ‘self’ and the like. Where once he felt denied he realized ‘fault’ and ‘blame‘ were not necessary pieces-of the ‘puzzle’. Self-love and subjection, would always be rendered as a self-objectivity. He read his-notes, from totally, surmised-theories in the adeptness of self-help... A divisive, set-‘forted’ as much in his loneliness as being independent. By and of-people in their-own ways. Discharging of remorse, distrusts and out-rightfulness. Dislike, against David-from childhood-on had finally, subsided. Leaving fault and fear-unnecessary… Obvious taunts of leaving family and others meant however so contrite, was no longer his-‘reality’. Dominant-dimensions and definitions, having once been ‘ornamented’-issues, as David had matured.

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Chapter Two

By scope of popularity. As by ‘essence’ of sociality. The political weight-of maturing-persona and individual-character had once laid a heavy psychological-burden upon David’s youthful-mentality. In an ‘above-board’-rationale that was rarely, corroborated. And without sufficient-sympathy by his-mother, father, sisters, half-sisters, or brother. They being nominal, self-‘wits’. In an admonishing that was most often an asocial, colloquial-world. He having to make it standing-’alone’. A stern-resolution, that was against private-terseness. Of drinking, drug-use and lonely, forlorn that amounted to an aloft. The ‘oddness’ among family-members. In an innate-reinforcing, an inconsistent parental-guidance and control… …Xenophobia, strictness and the emotionally, unpitying irresponsibility of ‘hate’, loathing and denial. A fate, to be ashamed. In a family-dating from early ‘60s, and as far ahead as the late ‘80s.

-- ...Saul Wosten was David’s studious Physics-professor, originally from Arkansas. He had a country-style monotone-voice. That put you to sleep… Originally, teaching a class of 48. That would transition into a 30ish number. Peter, Bill, Sam and Pat were a few of his-classmates. Not having-known David very-well. And just as well, strident to keep-to themselves. Engaging in class-work and educative-pursuits. If David did not feel that ‘the ace’ to know someone. As his-therapist proposed. They would have stayed comfortably on their-own side-of-the-fence. At the start he was astonished-by and as well supplicated-in that ‘rationale’. By the ‘thought’ and serious-contention that people academically, ‘set-above‘. Didn’t need friends… College for David, had been a abject cursory-time. Yet in his actions, were what was being-foretold in a ‘non-biases’ by Ms. DeSmithes... Sort of a disclosing, a confirmation of a dismissive-commonality. Observing, as his therapist. So blithely, instructing-him with the subtle conversing. Motivating-him try to meet people... …Elaborate, in a scheme. To being supposed to ‘get to know people‘. He, himself discouragingly, warranting to try to change in his perspective about individuals. Ever, in truth were they quite duly, ‘on-line‘.

Trying to reassure with an abandon by his-therapist’s invocation. Meting to his ‘caliber’, but not his collaboration. Peter was the first, a young-man Caucasian, tall and enthused, and semi attitudinal-semantic… Probably, a man of youthful familial-fears. Not quite socially, courageous. Bill Wickes was older. A kind-hearted, devotee of some sort. He was inwardly, de-illustrative and privately, and motivationally, serious. Sam was never strident. A cogent-person; goofy yet serious outside of his own-circle. And Pat, a pretty-woman. In her later-twenties or early-thirties. Everyone liked her as perhaps an ‘easy-lay‘. ...David often wanted to be with her-alone. Yet knowing other-male classmates would resent it. This, was implicitly, the start of David’s classroom-hierarchy. Leading into personal deliberation. Eventually, those staying through-out the class-semester would earn their understanding. In the-hope of being friends. Not being left-out. In favor-of bridging class-work and social cohesion.

Hey, Bill. …Hey, David. They said greetings. Without, being in any need-of being complicit. A class of white-predominance. Sufficing-to work not in social reward... Sam, the first-‘friendly’-inquiry. Quit the class never quite fully-conversing with David. Sam had ‘better‘-activities, a wife and children. He’d matured and hadn’t quite needed friends. Pat probably, had kids as well. Somewhere, along-the-line. Most probably, thinking David was too immature. Which having been possibly, ‘entertained‘. -…He had had enough troubles.

Instruction at Stykes Junior-College was infused for the most-part with a mantra-of-youth, teaching and initiation... David believed ‘J.C.’, was a higher-educational facility. ...Yet as he went from freshman to Junior, the lilt-in immaturity. Actuating and tenable became ‘heavy‘... Contemporary fellow-students were just out of high-school. And their submissive ’plan’ was to ‘play-off’ seemly, adulthood. In their newly, formed ‘freedom’ was an ‘obvious‘ antiestablishment self-meaning. David wanted nothing to do with the social-‘erratic’ oncoming crowd. At that time David had reached his renaissance/cosmopolitan-persona... Instilling in worldly, intelligence and sophistication. Likely to enter ‘theory‘, pragmatic-ism and philosophy-of-thinking. By his 22 th year, he had dreams that didn’t all reach ‘fruition’. Although, college romantically, was going in such a way that meant ‘success‘. It became a ‘realization’ that was more-about certain ‘practicality’… …Many had started college wanting training not ‘learning‘. For David, scholarly ‘poetic-justice’ dissipated with every new-semester. By graduation, the ‘desire’ became that of tentative-success. In progressive year of college having been concomitant, ‘coded’ and strident. Success, spoke for itself..

And so in truthful ‘lackluster’ actuality. Having been left as an salutatory in-framing. ...With place and time, his ‘ideology’ had been to apply, what was learned. All his passive-‘identities’ once having been a ‘rough-shot’. Now proved ‘invaluable’. Divided-between ‘identity’ and ‘advocacy’. Now being only as an ‘availing‘. The ardent academic-drive and life in general were in a ‘toss-up‘. In deliberate conceptions by foster, and ‘faux’-luck. It being an imperative-by action and angst. Finding in a ‘sense’ of valuable-solace. This scholarly, initiating-impact was David’s alone. He was ‘proud’. Of this and yet it still being in instance a cavalcade... Evolving this, with a sense-of ‘dependability’. Through-out it focusing, thinking and taking-action... In what were absolving enigmatic-fears. Becoming particularly ‘palpable’. He became self-reliant and what was a-‘success‘. Personally advancing-over inappropriate fears.

--David had laid-down on a foam-mattress. Upon a steel-framed bed. In a room on the Initial-ward in the cold of late-winter. Christmas, had been a secondary reprise. Being delivered to Simmons. And having no way of knowing what to expect... Inwardly, refusing to ‘own-up’ to the deep-reality of ‘ill-certainty‘. In an inordinate ‘envelope’. In it-all now being exacting. As an ‘indent’-Unitarianism-by the institution. In rehab and recuperative-issues of care. Now seeing ‘sights’, dispositions and ‘subjunctives’. Aimed at clientele to discourage within enigma-‘points‘. Having been strongly alluding to. By a sense of finite distraught. In the ‘face’ of their individual-condition. David laid-in bed. Hoping tomorrow, any tomorrow, would advent ‘better-times’. And the eventual-release... Being ‘frigid’, in his 5’by 9’-room. The occupied-room being locked every night.

Realizing at first that it accounted in, as an nominal-imposition. Alone, with his thoughts. Being-told by the S.A. coercively to ‘go to sleep’ several-times before. There were few casual-amenities to his-stay. Fellow, unit-aides behaving socially. Yet imposingly and reactively, in their instillment. Coming from across rural-Oklahoma. Undoubtedly, David was not the only-client from Stykes. ...Some by origin, were local. The rest seemed ‘ill-civil’ about place, clinical-practice and in what was utter precipitation of self-affective mentality. Their psyches where provincially, held-in ill-certain lacking. As if in being locked-up might be an inevitable necessarily strange-ordination... He never faced before or since in such disapprobation. Asking others why the disintegrated-interactively, imposed-thinking seemed so closed-off? …For the other clients being as ‘now as then‘. It being the continued-‘impress’ of being...on this unit-ward. ‘A ruse’, in a phenomenal-concession. Yet the same people interacted with the inordinate-staff. With their fully compliant accommodation... He had seen nothing like-it. ...Yet what he did come to know was, that this ‘was’ a status-quo.

…A massive-hospital, its secluded-locale and as a fundamental and virtual-impoundment of people being under constraint. Required to be adhering-to through-out peopled stature. David never went to prison. Yet in an admonishing-way this was its installed likeness... A greater-dependency on people and purpose had been a fulfilled design. That being ‘walled-off’ life being a walled-away congruent reality. And this reality-unchecked impacted upon human-par. In personal-factors of and by predicate-function and formality. That if David had any way of knowing. The institution’s characteristics-being counted as a ‘modern‘-facility.

The largest in the state. Mostly, conforming as a formidable and giant-consortium by diffident-representation. Its great elaboration, fell-on men and women. Given charge to clinically, refine the most ‘decadent‘-rationality. Baring a-standard to improve all but the least human-relevancies. Those people David met where people