"The Rosenhan experiment or Thud experiment was conducted to determine the validity of psychiatric diagnosis.
The experimenters feigned hallucinations to enter psychiatric
hospitals, and acted normally afterwards. They were diagnosed with
psychiatric disorders and were given antipsychotic drugs. The study was conducted by psychologist David Rosenhan, a Stanford University professor, and published by the journal Science in 1973 under the title "On being sane in insane places". It is considered an important and influential criticism of psychiatric diagnosis, and broached the topic of wrongful involuntary commitment." Wikipedia
"While listening to a lecture by R. D. Laing, who was associated with the anti-psychiatry movement, Rosenhan conceived of the experiment as a way to test the reliability of psychiatric diagnoses. The study concluded "it is clear that we cannot distinguish the sane from the insane in psychiatric hospitals" and also illustrated the dangers of dehumanization and labeling in psychiatric institutions. It suggested that the use of community mental health facilities which concentrated on specific problems and behaviors rather than psychiatric labels might be a solution, and recommended education to make psychiatric workers more aware of the social psychology of their facilities."
"Once admitted and diagnosed, the pseudopatients were not able to obtain their release until they agreed with the psychiatrists that they were mentally ill and began taking antipsychotic medications, which they flushed down the toilet. No staff member reported that the pseudopatients were flushing their medication down the toilets"
The only difference when I voluntarily went into psychiatric settings in 1978, 1984 and 2002 is that I swallowed the antipsychotics after being forcibly injected (1978/84, Hartwoodhill) or coerced to take them (2002, Lomond Ward, Stratheden). It just meant that I had to be careful when coming off the neurotoxins, plan the taper, most difficult after the 2002 menopausal episode as they had me on a drug cocktail within a short period of time, the Venlafaxine max dose being the most iatrogenic to my system (suicidal impulse, overdose 2002; 3 fractures right fibula, bone loss, 2005).
|me in 1980 on Gigha with oldest son, year I got on the Krypton Factor|
|Krypton Factor assault course 1980, all heats together|
had made a full recovery after coercive psychiatric treatment in
September 1978, escaping ECT, tapering and getting off the
Chlorpromazine within the year]
I call this post Muirhead/Patterson because I first became aware of my Mother Anne Patterson
resisting going into Murray Royal mental Hospital, Perth, in 1966 after
my wee sister was born. I was 14 years old and my Dad, Willie Patterson
(Jeff Hawke sci-fi comic strip writer) asked me what we should when my
Mum wasn't sleeping, had what was called then "a nervous breakdown". I
said that she would have to go into the hospital for that's where I went
aged 7 with a broken leg, to Bridge of Earn, to get a plaster on it.
Of course I didn't know about her getting courses of shock treatment/ECT
against her will or forced drug treatment, although she may not have
got the latter because of getting the former, and so could have more
My Mother died in 1998 so I can't verify the coercive regime she experienced in the 1960's and 1970's, and she didn't speak of it afterwards, just resumed her usual good mothering and housekeeping.
|Mum with middle sister & Fergus our Grandparent's dog c1963|
These two photos were taken by my Dad and you can see the difference, in the second photo my Mother looks as if she has recently been given a course of ECT/shock treatment. She appears sedated, has a ladder in her tights and her hair is not stylish, her clothes frumpy, her face expressionless.
a blurry photo taken by my middle son at Murray Royal mental Hospital
in 1985 when we visited my wee sister in blue jumper who was an
inpatient there at the time. Both of us with expressionless faces, hard
to smile when coercively drugged. My middle sister and husband are
When I first scanned in this photo it was hard for me to share on social media as I haven't broadcast this image even in photo albums, I don't look at my best and it was a painful time, clinically depressed by the strong antipsychotic drugs, punished by psychiatry for externalising my distress at a traumatic birth and being coerced by our local doctor to go voluntarily by ambulance into the mental hospital to again be abused.
was forcibly, internally examined after giving birth to my 3rd son a
week before. In this photo you can see I am drugged up, my hair is not
stylish, my outfit unco-ordinated, I felt zombie-like, and again I got
off the drugs within the year, having tapered under a psychiatrist,
making a full recovery.
To be continued ....