Twenty years ago, I experienced what might be termed a break from reality while I was working as a mental health worker. I worked in a last resort section 8 housing project that was rife with crime. It was called “The Hotel of Horrors” in an article in the local media. For six months, I … Continue reading A Glimpse Behind the Iron Curtain of the Mental Health System
I was a skinny and reluctant social worker when I first started out. I was working through an eating disorder. Initially, I didn’t really believe that taking home a middle-class salary for nickel and diming those less fortunate was my idea of contributing to the world. I guess, I’d gotten the idea that that … Continue reading I Fought Against Mental Health Warehousing, And . . .