Thank God, there are those who are trying to bring light to torture. Mentally ill go worse than monkeys who have experimented to obtain cosmetic research, but unlike monkeys, no one is fighting for their abusive treatment to stop.
These are people who always throw, used as guinea pigs for pharmaceutical institutions. Instead of treatment, they are punished like animals. Unlike patients suffering from diabetes or heart disease, who are taken care of by doctors and regular hospitals, the mentally ill are thrown into prisons and forensic hospitals, where they are beaten and abused.
My son, a previously gifted student, was considered a genius in mathematics and music, found at the age of ten in mathematical search and invited to Duke University, experienced a nervous breakdown after his father stole all his money, as well as my savings, and ran away, without even saying goodbye. He was much closer to his father, who stayed at home with him, as he was with me, his mother, who worked from nine in the morning to ten in the evening, almost seven days a week. He could not believe that a father could leave a son. He was sure that he himself had done something or said something that he could not remember. Until now, he still believes in it.
My son needed to be a baker, whom I ordered by the court to have treatment in a crisis center - a psychiatric hospital in many cases. Unfortunately, I have to call the police to take him to the hospital. So they do it in my condition. Sometimes the police are trained and benevolent, they take him directly to the hospital and even calmly treat him with respect. In other cases, he is beaten and jailed by unprepared, violent policemen who love to be abused by helpless people. The last time he decided to cooperate and voluntarily go to the hospital. I brought him to Jerome’s Golden Center in West Palm Beach when he asked. The doctor was given a court order, and he knew that he should be evaluated and treated. Instead of bringing him to court, as they usually did when patients refused medicine, he threatened him that he would do just that if he refused medicine, but did not follow it. The psychiatrist, although he left messages both by the police and me, did not take our calls and never answered them.
He ignored the judge’s order, telling the social worker that he was taking our calls. ignoring all our requests, he told my son to leave, knowing that he was actively psychotic. He gave him a bus ticket and a bag with new clothes, which I had just bought, and handed it to him, putting him on the street in the middle of the harsh, in fact, the most severe rain, which we had this year. My son was confused, left his bag with new clothes in the rain, boarded a bus and tried to find his way, in a storm, in a mental state, to return home. He could get pneumonia. A few hours later he walked miles from the bus to the house, soaked and wet, dripping to the end.
Because of that incompetent psychiatrist, I had to get a restraining order and seek further treatment. The arrest order said he threatened and pushed me, so the police took me to prison instead. A few months after he was severely beaten by the police in his prison cell filled with his blood, after he was healed, he was charged with resistance and sent to a medical forensic hospital, where he continued to abuse. Next month he will be out for a year. He lost 92 kilograms and is still losing weight, his teeth are broken, were broken into the testicles and hit in the face in the shower, as well as due to the rejection of the shower, guards and technical experts. He was beaten by patients who were seduced by employees beating him. He was called a Snitch as a nursing assistant, and the last attack was taken to the hospital for stitches on the lip and head X-rays. While there the kind hospital staff brought him food that the guards denied him. Even when they tried to give him water, the evil guards refused to give him anything, despite requests from hospitals. If the dog were treated like that, then there would be people in a rage. The next morning, as hungry as they could be, they were bruised and swollen when they asked if he was going out for breakfast, he refused, thinking that they would bring him to him, which, of course, they did not. Later that morning, he came out after being summoned to medicine and saw a tray with a box of grain, starving, he asked if, for him, they ignored him. Reluctantly, he left the tray alone and returned to his room, taking the medicine. When he came out, he saw how the tray was devastated after it had been eaten, and asked about it, to which the guards replied: "You did not want that."
It looks like the world turned the clock into ancient times, when they were locked in rooms, some in chains. My son is constantly being abused at a forensic hospital located in the state of Florida City, Homestead. I bring 17 dollar bills and visit him every week, and I am allowed to get him sweets, cakes, chips and soda from cars, with my bills, which he eats like crazy. He still loses weight and nobody cares. The doctor told the nutritionist that he needed more food, and the nutritionist refused. The nutritionist also never returned any of my calls, for only a few people have ever done this. They can do whatever they like to these helpless prisoners or patients, no matter how you call them. My son often asks me
“Why do they hate so much?” Or. "I feel like an animal, they treat me so badly and say such horrible things that it makes me feel like nothing." All I can say in response to this
“They are evil, some do not even know about it. You can only pray for them, that’s all you can do. ”
I called employees in the past and even reporting agencies that admitted that they received other appeals like mine.
They call this assessment and treatment center in South Florida, but employees recognize that the only treatment is treatment. My son suffered headaches and had hallucinations in many of the medications provided, they even admitted that they sometimes interfere with him. When the Psychiatrist faced what gave him honey, which did not work, and not the one that we already know, she replied: "I can do whatever I want."
Administrator Jerome Golden said that his psychiatrist said: “The doctor has all the authority to do everything he decides to do,” there are funds for autism and groups that help violent images, but no one looks at the mentally ill.
