Chesler Chronicles

June 2nd, 2008 8:55 am

No Safe Place

In the late 1990s, I was asked to interview a group of female mental patients who had been raped on their state psychiatric ward by other patients. I traveled out to Nebraska to interview these women and to prepare my testimony. My planning sessions with their lawyers were fascinating–but not as moving as my meetings with the brave women themselves. The institutional abuse of our most vulnerable citizens in state care remains a crucial and unresolved problem.

I would welcome other such similar stories and even more: The remedies and just conclusions.

No Safe Place

By Phyllis Chesler

After a devastating car accident that left her permanently bedridden and in need of around-the-clock care, Andrea X became a long-term patient at the Laurelwood Convalescent Hospital in North Hollywood, California. Paralyzed, unable to speak, eat, or control her bowels or bladder, she also lost the ability to summon help when she needed it. But she could still smile, and register pain and discomfort. In 1982, her family was unable to understand why Andrea suddenly became very restless, whimpered a lot and cried more. But then they also hadn’t understood why, against their wishes, Andrea had recently been moved to an isolated room where she was attended only by male aides.

Then Andrea missed two periods, at which point it was discovered that this totally incapacitated woman, a patient in a state convalescent home, was pregnant. Finally, staff understood why Andrea’s feeding tube had been mysteriously disrupted several times. Andrea’s family sued and won a $7.5 million jury award. But in 1993, an appeals court ruled that the “failure for the facility to provide security” did not constitute “professional negligence.” In doing so, the court reversed the original verdict, sent the case back to the trial court, and ordered that “each party bear its own costs on appeal.” Eventually, the case was settled out of court for less than a million dollars. One can only ask: Just what would constitute “professional negligence?”

Clearly, Andrea did not — and could not — consent to sexual intercourse. Totally disabled and trapped in her own body, she was raped in a convalescent home charged with her care. Are crimes not prosecuted when they occur on state property? Or when the criminal is acting on behalf of the state? Is the state above the law?

In 1986, a part-time program aide alleged that a female resident at the DePaul Mental Health Services, Inc. in Churchville, New York had been raped. What action was taken? The aide was fired. When she brought a retaliatory discharge action against her employer, the Monroe County Supreme Court ruled that her firing was not based on this incident.

In 1992, in Pendleton, Oregon, Cathy Neely, a former patient at the Eastern Oregon Psychiatric Center, brought a civil rights action alleging that her right to personal security had been violated by the center’s staff, who failed to protect her from being sexually assaulted by a psychiatric aide. Before Neely, in October of 1988, a female patient at the same center had filed charges against the same aide, alleging that “Jess Terry had put his hands down her pants, fondled her vaginal area and her breasts and told her that he had seen her lying naked in bed at night and wanted to jump in with her.” An in-house committee was convened — one that failed to question the patient’s mother, chaplain or treating psychologist. Not surprisingly, the committee found “no evidence to substantiate the charge.”

In March of 1989, a second patient also accused Terry of “putting his hands in her pants and his finger in her vagina,” and of “fondling her breasts.” A second hearing was held at which three additional patients testified that Terry “came on to” female patients. Both the treating psychologist and a patient who witnessed the incidents in question testified for the woman. Again, the committee concluded that “that there was no evidence to substantiate the charges.” This time, however, Terry was issued a written reprimand for “poor judgment” and put on his own good behavior. He agreed never to be alone again with a female patient.

Yet from May through June of 1990, Terry “made sexual remarks and innuendos, grabbed Neely’s breasts and kissed her while she was using the bathroom, unzipped his pants and exposed himself, rubbed her vagina, lay on top of her, and told her to cooperate.” Neely finally won the right to a trial against the superintendent of the psychiatric center, and reached a financial settlement before trial — perhaps because there were records on file which showed that prior to her allegations, two other female patients had made similar accusations against Terry. The in-house committee also found Terry guilty of a sex crime and fired him.

One might conclude that a woman — a psychiatric patient especially — will not be believed unless at least five other women independently claim that they too have previously been sexually assaulted by the same man, at least two treating psychologists find her “credible,” and the institution officially documents her allegations and does not misplace or destroy the records.

If so, this bodes well for an upcoming class action suit which has been brought in federal court against the highest ranking officials of Nebraska’s Department of Public Institutions. The four named female plaintiffs range in age from 19 to 62 years, and are mentally ill and/or developmentally disabled. This in itself is surprising, because once someone is labeled “mentally ill,” whatever she says will either be used against her, or will not be believed.

From July 1991 through July 1994, the four women stated they were repeatedly and savagely gang-raped by the same three male psychiatric inmates at the Hastings Regional Center (HRC) in Hastings, Nebraska. They were also beaten, kicked, bruised and further threatened by their rapists. The rapes were reported immediately, consistently, and repeatedly by the victims and by other patients. The staff kept a record; they also discussed the attacks with one another. Despite all this, the women received treatment only for their physical injuries, and their attackers went unpunished.

Incredibly, the staff instead disciplined the women for reporting and protesting their rapes! The victims — not their attackers — were put on ward restriction (no group activities, no outdoor walks) ostensibly “for their own safety,” placed in isolation rooms, and often tied down, both hand and foot, in leather restraints, for days at a time. In effect, they were tortured for having been gang-raped. Tied down, restrained, isolated, these women experienced terrifying flashbacks of earlier abuse, which may have contributed to their mental illness in the first place.

“High-functioning, exploitative males were placed in the patient population with highly vulnerable females,” charges Omaha attorney Bruce Mason, who filed the suit along with Shirley Mora James and Tania Diaz, both attorneys with Nebraska Advocacy Services. The suit alleges that many staff members were “deliberately indifferent” in allowing the “pattern of rapes and sexual exploitation to continue,” particularly for women who had been sexually assaulted as children or in their earlier lives. The attorneys say that by allowing the attacks to continue, employees created an “inherently dangerous” environment for the women.

The Nebraska women, extremely courageous to pursue legal vindication under the circumstances, are asking for monetary damages and demanding structural changes in the way HRC operates.

Across the country, disabled or sick women, who are considerably less able to protect themselves from rape than the average woman, are subjected to brutal sexual assault, either by the staff employed to care for them, or by male inmates, from whom they are not adequately protected. Invariably, the nation’s private and public mental institutions, hospitals, convalescent homes and other treatment facilities look the other way or shrug off the attacks as consensual sex — even when that is impossible — or they deny the rapes outright. All too often, so do America’s courts. If able-bodied women have a difficult time getting their testimony accepted in rape cases, imagine the legal horrors facing the handicapped or mentally ill.

Sadly, this isn’t new. Remember Willowbrook State School (1952-1975) — the infamous Staten Island, New York facility that made national headlines because instead of treating its inmates, it warehoused them out of sight, brutalized, broken. What you probably didn’t hear about (since Geraldo Rivera didn’t expose this sexual underbelly during his investigation of the school) was the routine sexual abuse of inmates by other inmates and by low-ranking staff. At Willowbrook, non-mentally retarded teenage girls, whose families had them incarcerated for “uppity” sexual behavior, were sometimes raped by other inmates and staff. When they were impregnated, they were given abortions, or they gave birth to infants who were whisked away for adoption. You didn’t hear about it, because then, like now, such abuse was apparently acceptable or overlooked — and because well-meaning whistle-blowers on the staff were terrorized into silence or early retirement.

Since Reagan’s infamous budget cuts, mental institutions in America, particularly state facilities, have barely been able to make ends meet. Poorly designed, tended, staffed and managed, asylums can be gruesome places in which to be confined or work. All too often, wards — and patients — reek of urine or feces. Relatives of inmates have long complained that clothing, books and magazines, even food purchased to supplement low-quality institutional meals, are frequently stolen by aides. A major reason for this may be the meager salaries paid to entry-level employees. In many cases, such aides make only minimum wage, and are expected to work long hours in environments that would depress even the most stable of us. Now it seems, sex on demand with patients — who are forced into compliance because chances are good that no one will believe them — has become a job perk.

Male psychiatric patients are not safe either. For example, one highly intelligent, but chronically schizophrenic man, who was hospitalized long-term in a Georgia facility, was anally raped so many times by male aides that he finally asked his family if he was a man or a woman.

Over the years, I have interviewed many psychiatric patients who have reported being raped in facilities across this country, both by staff and by other inmates. Women’s physical injuries were sometimes so severe they required hospital treatment — but despite this, employees rarely filed police reports, and almost never restricted the rapists to their wards or transferred them to institutions for the criminally insane. No action was taken by the authorities. In fact, employees often concluded that whatever had happened, if anything, was probably “consensual sex,” and that the women had “wanted” it.

But such patients are, in various ways, incapable of either consenting to sex or defending themselves against their rapists. Sarah X had been a severely abused child, whose parents committed her as a teenager after she’d tried to run away. Her relatives rarely visited her, but when Sarah turned 21, they allowed physicians to perform a lobotomy. After having her brain mutilated, she was heavily — and perhaps wrongfully — medicated for more than 25 years.

In an interview, this woman described her rapes as “bad things like in a bad dream in which bad boys hurt me and raped me. It was like torture.” In what sense can a lobotomized and heavily medicated female captive agree to consensual sex or effectively resist rape? Or, afterward, be believed as a credible witness?

Ellie X is mentally retarded. She also suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder due to a childhood history of sexual and physical violence. After she reported being raped for the first time, she recalls that staff members “tackled me to the floor, put me in a straitjacket. I would scream. They would mock me, which made me angry. Every time while I was straitjacketed that I tried to talk about my feelings they’d just ignore me.” “The staff didn’t try to help me at all. If they would have just listened to me instead of ridiculing me it would have calmed me down. No one had any sympathy for me. They treated me like an animal, a crazy lady.”

When Ellie reported a second rape, she says that the staff “didn’t do anything about it, they didn’t do any paperwork, they just let it go. I asked to be examined. They said no. I think the head nurse blamed me for it. She said I consented but I didn’t consent. She said I was lying and restricted me to the unit.”

After being raped repeatedly, Martha X finally “tried to run away from that place. When they found me, they didn’t ask what problems I was having or anything. They just put me in a straitjacket.”

Patti X describes the attacks as feeling like “just another situation with my dad. In the sixth grade I told a counselor that my dad was abusing me and my mother blamed me for lying.” This woman continues to have nightmares about her father and has had similar nightmares about the men who raped her while she was psychiatrically incarcerated. As a child, Dana X had been horrendously abused by her mother, her father, and other male and female relatives, both sexually and physically. While institutionalized, she was raped and gang-raped by male psychiatric inmates. Unable to find anyone who would believe her reports, she became depressed and tried to cut herself with a pen-knife. She recalls being “tackled by staff members and put in restraints,” which made her feel utterly “defeated.”

She explained that being tied in leather restraints by staff “reminded her of when her mom held her down for her dad to assault.” Placed in restraints, straitjacketed, isolated after reporting her rape, Dana had flashbacks, over and over again, of a repeated childhood occurrence in which she was locked in a “very hot room with no food and no water” for days at a time.

Such staff responses to inmate allegations of rape are extremely retraumatizing. As numerous studies have indicated, a large proportion of women in psychiatric and other institutions have harrowing histories of incest and childhood sexual abuse. It is probably why they are there in the first place.

Female (and male) patients are raped precisely because they are helpless; routinely, their very vulnerability is also used to minimize or justify the crime: she didn’t know what was happening anyway, she seemed to like it, she didn’t die, she didn’t fight, so why complain? Being diagnosed as mentally ill — because you have been savagely abused and never treated — also renders the female mental patient “non-credible.”

Imagine if you had to continue living in the same small, controlled space as your rapist, in constant fear of future assaults. What if this had already happened to you before, perhaps in your own family? What if this had driven you over the edge in the first place, and you’d landed in the nearest state institution to regain some peace of mind, presumably safe from such lawlessness?

What if the same thing happened — and kept happening — to you in this so-called place of refuge?

Ah, friends, there is little “asylum” in America. Women who have been repeatedly raped in childhood — often by authority figures in their own families — are traumatized human beings; as such, they are often diagnosed as borderline personalities, or as suffering from substance abuse or post-traumatic stress disorder. If they are institutionalized, they are rarely treated as the torture victims they truly are. Instead of being trained to understand this, most institutional staff — psychiatrists, psychologists, nurses, and attendants alike — do not believe the rape victims, nor do they think of rape as a “big deal.”

For more than 20 years, courtesy of feminist activism and feminist academic and clinical studies, data has been available in psychiatric, psychological, nursing, and social work journals that describes rape trauma syndrome, confirms how serious it is, and outlines treatment protocols. There is no excuse for psychiatric staff who fail to diagnose and compassionately treat such victims of violence.

The coarsening, deadening effects of institutional structures are too hard for individual staff to overcome, especially if they’re overworked and forced to conform to authority. Most staff — from psychiatrists to orderlies — tend to reflect society’s prevailing prejudices. In addition, they have the power to brutally enforce traditional misogynist views. Thus, such staff will usually disbelieve and punish the female (or male) sexual victim in their midst. Staff, both male and female staffers may themselves have a vested interest in punishing those women who “tell.”

Thus, when women or men are raped in American institutions — whether they be psychiatric wards, jails, prisons, or facilities for the mentally retarded and multiply disabled — the absent physicians and the overworked and poorly trained employees usually deny that anything criminal or traumatic has occurred. Institutional staff tend to look the other way (”give them some privacy”), deny that a staff member has raped an inmate, or maintain that sex between inmates is simply “consensual.”

Compassionate staff say that “mental patients are also entitled to love.” But in my view, rape is not love. Perhaps people still confuse the two. Both criminal and non-criminal inmates are entitled to conjugal visits and on-ward sex — when, and only when it is truly consensual.

Society has an obligation to keep criminals in jail, not to release them into the “therapeutic” culture. What we need are longer sentences upfront, not institutionalization afterward — especially since the mandatory treatment of sex offenders rarely works. Legislators have long fancied themselves gynecologists in the matter of abortion; now, judges have deemed themselves psychiatrists. Sex offenders are no longer merely criminals. By judicial diagnosis, they are “mentally abnormal,” have “personality disorders,” and/or are likely to engage in future acts of a sexually predatory nature. On June 23, 1997, in Kansas v. Leroy Hendricks, the Supreme Court upheld the 1994 Kansas Sexually Violent Predator Act that allows the state to commit a sex offender to a mental asylum — perhaps indefinitely — until he can show that he is no longer “dangerous” or subject to “irresistible impulses.”

The defendant, 62-year-old Leroy Hendricks, admits that when he gets “stressed out,” he “can’t control the urge” to molest. Ironically, Justice Clarence Thomas upheld the involuntary, civil commitment of sexual predators. His decision stresses that such civil commitment is meant to provide treatment rather than punishment, and that “the conditions surrounding confinement do not suggest a punitive purpose…such restraint of the dangerously mentally ill has been historically regarded as a legitimate non-punitive objective.”

Thirty-eight states have urged courts to allow sex offenders to be detained beyond their served sentences as “mentally abnormal.” Similar civil commitment acts targeting sexual predators have been passed in the states of Arizona, California, Minnesota, New Jersey, Washington and Wisconsin — often after a child had been murdered as well as raped. Some of us have had enough. We say: Pedophiles and rapists are epidemic, they inflict lifelong harm, serve short (if any) sentences, and return to rape again. And again. Others of us, especially civil libertarian and anti-institutional psychiatry organizations, are afraid that the state will exercise its new psychiatric powers in biased, political ways. We say: It always has.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m still in favor of locking up pedophiles and rapists of adults for a good long time — maybe forever — but I’m afraid of something else. If the courts hold that sex offenders are too dangerous to roam society’s streets, what do they believe such men might do to other inmates in state custody? Especially to male or female inmates who are childlike in height, weight, or mental abilities, and may in addition be sedated, straitjacketed, physically disabled, deaf, blind, wheelchair-bound, or lobotomized?

Absent treatment (and, liberal wishful thinking aside, there is none), sex offenders will do what they do best, and what we allow them to get away with.

The institutional structures have to change — which cannot happen unless we, the people, allocate more money for appropriate staff training, skilled therapy, and rehabilitation programs. There is no excuse for subjecting late-twentieth-century institutional inmates to the same awful conditions that existed in the nineteenth century. Then, people did not understand incest or rape or domestic battery, nor what their effects were. Today, we understand these abuses fully. We even have some effective methods of dealing with them.

I hope the Supreme Court’s decision is used to lock all serial rapists and pedophiles away — but only with each other. And sure, go ahead and try to treat ‘em — feel free to use my tax dollars — but only if you treat their victims first. We owe it to our most vulnerable patients to do just that.

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1. Louis Santacroce:

This column brought up a very painful memory. In 1991, I spent a year working as an aide for a supported living agency in Oregon. The idea was to take people who, for various reasons — mostly developmental disability combined with mental illness, but sometimes other types of illness — had been institutionalized most of their lives re-integrate them into the community, said integration taking the form of group homes located in residential areas. At first, I thought some of these folks might have been better off back at the institutions, since the treatment they would receive there would be of a more professional nature than we minimum wage types were trained to give, and because the “wide open spaces” didn’t always sit well with some of the newly freed (I was once beaned with a frying pan for no reason I could discern; in the worst case, a resident stabbed his aide with a butcher knife, barely missing a kidney). A trip to the library for a little reasearch on the history of Oregon’s mental health system qiuckly convinced me that my residents were actually receiving BETTER care from untrained people like me than they ever got in most of those institutions. But then, something happened to make me wonder is one wasn’t just as bad as the other.

One of the female patients that I was assigned to was a woman of about 24. I’ve long since forgotten what was wrong with her, but I think it was some sort of motor nueron thing, although there might have been some kind of catatonia involved as well (I’m not medically trained, so please allow for any diagnostic mistakes I may be making here; also, remember that it’s been 17 years). I remember that she was the longest surviving person ever to suffer from this illness, and that her parents — who were quite wealthy — spared no expense to ensure that the agency was always provided with the very latest information on this and other illnesses, as well as nearly anything else it needed (like money, always a chronic problem with these non-profit facilities). I also remember that she was beautiful, in a very classical way that would have been imortalized by a Bottecelli 200 years ago. Because I worked the overnight shift, it was part of my job to awaken, bathe and dress the residents in my charge, in order to have them ready for breakfast and whatever activities their Individual Health Care Plans called for that day. This young woman, while ambulatory, was unable to do anything for herself (including speak), so my task was to guide her to the shower room, remove her clothing, physically wash and dry her, comb her hair, dress her in her day clothes, etc. Now, remember, SHE COULD NOT DO ANYTHING FOR HERSELF. She even had to be hand fed. About all she could do was walk, if you led her. The only movement I ever saw this woman make occured each morning when I removed her clothes; with what appeared to be a summoning up of all her strength, she would bring her arms up to her chest, in a sort-of defensive posture, and begin to shake. NOT shiver with the cold; the house was not cold. Shake, and with a look of abject fear in her eyes. Five mornings a week I bathed that woman, and five mornings a week I got the same response: arms to chest, shaking, fear.

I knew a lot less then than I do today about abuse and abusive people (a scant year before, while teaching at a high school in Nevada, a STUDENT had to take me aside to remind me that another student — who habitually showed up black and blue and with broken bones due to “falling off my skateboard,” “dumping my motor bike,” or “got angry and slammed my fist into a wall” — couldn’t possably be having that many accidents), but when a woman who doesn’t otherwise make a movement brings her arms up to her chest when you undress her and the guy who works the nightshift on my days off refers to her as “my girlfriend,” even a rather dimwitted person like the guy I used to be can start to put two and two together. Unfortunately, my supervisor, or “housemother” (yes, she was a woman) either couldn’t or chose not to. According to her, the young woman shook because she was naked and it was cold (it was NOT cold; the house temperature was always kept at 75, specifically for the comfort of the residents, and God knows even they probably weren’t very comfortable during the summer!), her ability to bring her arms to chest at that moment (and at no other time)…well, that was a little puzzling, but it was probably a reflex of some sort and, remember, there’s a lot we don’t know about this illness. Oh, and that look of fear? It’s just your imagination, Lou; you watch too much TV.”

I continued to work there for nearly a year, and I continued to draw attention to the young woman’s behavior. Meanwhile, I did the only other thing I could think fo to do under the circumstances: I talked gently to the woman whenever I worked with her, telling her she didn’t need to worry when she was in my care, that I wouldn’t hurt her and that no one else would as long as I was around. When the “housemother” wrote me up for insubordination, because I continued to complain, I went over her head and paid a visit to the CEO. A week later, I was fired for being “a disruptive influence on the residents.” They even got a restraining order to prevent me from coming within 500 feet of the resident’s home.

I called the office that investigates crimes against vulnerable adults (Oregon has a Vulnerable Adults Act; every state should). They told me to write them a letter. I wrote the letter and received an acknowledgement. I don’t know what happened after that but, since I never heard about it again — no newspaper or TV exposes — my letter was probably dismissed as the ravings of a disgruntled ex-employee. I wish now that I had thought to write the woman’s parents.

Personally, I think that both the perpetrator (and I’m pretty sure I know who he was), the “housemother” and the administration of this agency were equally culpable, and deserved the same degree of punishment.

Recently, though, I had the opportunity to make up (as much as I ever can REALLY make up) for my past failings, while serving on a jury. The case was a civil trial that grew out of a criminal case involving one Carl Munch, who had reached the end of his fourth stint in prison during the past 20 years. He was sent up the first time for raping each of his four children; he pled guilty to this, but claimed he was drunk at the time. Upon his release, he began attending AA meetings, where he picked up a woman with a young daughter, and subsequently pled guilty-but-drunk to fondling the girl and her 12-year old friend. After serving his sentence, he was picked up for drunk driving (he apparently went to AA meetings only to pick up vulnerable women, preferably with kids) and served a sentence, pleading guilty once more, but calling the incident “a slip.” Finally, he attended an AA New Year’s Eve party, where he attempted to rape an 18-year old girl who weighed about 70 pounds soaking wet and looked like – you guessed it – a 12-year old. This time, he fled the state and lived as a fugitive in Florida (with – yep – another woman with a pre-teen child) for three years before being found, brought back, tried and sent to prison. Mr. Munch, as even his attorney pointed out, is a nasty little man. However, he HAD served every day of his sentences pertaining to the above crimes.

What we were there to decide was whether, in accordance with the newly passed Article 10 of the state law pertaining to sex offenders, Mr. Munch has (a) a congenital abnormality that pre-disposes him to commit sex crimes and/or (b) requires further treatment before he can be released, such treatment to be determined by the judge, if the jury finds in the affirmative. Since this was the first case to be tried under this law in the county (maybe in the state!), everything proceeded at a crawl. The vior dire took two days, a good thing, too! Some people are SO stupid, you wonder how they can even remember to breathe without a prompt, much less sit on a jury and decide a person’s fate! Or maybe they were faking it, trying to get off the jury and back to their boring jobs, which probably pay more than the $40 per day the state provides for sitting in the box. The two days of vior dire were followed by a day of testimony from two independent psychiatrists, one of whom was originally hired by Munch’s team, then dismissed from the case once they read his report. He was subsequently asked to testify for the Attorney General’s office and, as soon as he began talking, you could understand why the other team didn’t want him; he spoke carefully, in a manner that was completely comprehensible to a lay person, and completely damning to the person he’d originally been hired to provide testimony for. He had interviewed Munch for four hours the week before the trial, and found that he blamed everyone but himself for his “mistakes,” had no sympathy whatsoever for his victims and felt, using the defendant’s words, like “I got fucked!” by the system. The second psychiatrist gave his opinion based on Munch’s record; Munch wouldn’t allow himself to be interviewed by the guy after what had happened with the first shrink.

Munch’s attorney was a pregnant woman who looked like she might deliver at any moment. I guessed that she was court appointed (I learned later I was right), since the expression on her face said this was the last client she had hoped to be defending. Her cross-examination of the two psychiatrists was limited to questions about their level of expertise in sex crimes. She managed to get the second guy to admit that he practices psychiatry mainly within the sphere of sports medicine, but the same question directed at the first shrink backfired; turned out he has examined more than 500 pedophiles. She rested her case without calling a single witness (who was she going to call: Munch?) and probably broke a record for speed talking during her summation, so anxious did she seem to have it over with. Under different circumstances, I might have said, “Wait a minute; this guy didn’t get a fair trial. His lawyer obviously wasn’t working to get him acquitted.” But, in this case, the woman clearly had nothing to work with. When a guy who is fighting to get out of spending the rest of his life in a mental institution tells the psychiatrist interviewing him for the purpose of telling a jury whether he is fit to be released into society that “Yeah, I grabbed the girl’s tits; so what?” and “I got fucked at my trial,” he’s pretty much shoved both feet in his mouth and there’s not much that a lawyer can do for him. We actually had the verdict decided within five minutes of retiring; we held off notifying the judge for about 20 minutes out of politeness, and to make sure the county didn’t try to screw us out of having lunch. Anyone reading this who doesn’t think the guy had a congenital abnormality predisposing him to commit sex crimes and requiring further treatment, raise your hand. I thought so.

Afterwards, both the judge and the attorney general’s representative visited the jury room to thank us for the verdict, and to explain that they intend to use Article 10 on only the most dangerous sex offenders (what they call “Level 3”) and not on, for example, some 19-year old who got popped for having sex with his 16-year old girlfriend. I don’t really believe that; I think a couple of these cases will have to go all the way to the Supreme Court before that part of the law is straightened out. But, since a whopping majority of people in psychiatry and psychology seem to agree that there is no cure for pedophilia, and that these guys will do nothing but re-offend, why not change the law entirely, and give them life without parole?

Jun 2, 2008 - 1:06 pm 2. Dr S McCosker:

Dr Chesler and Louis – those stories are horrifying. Fully agree that sex offenders such as pedophiles or serial rapists, whether they go into prison or into ‘psychiatric’ prison, should be completely prevented from any chance of having access to people they can victimise.

I think I understand WHY Yeshua of Nazareth told his people to ‘visit the sick and those in prison’. It’s about making sure that those who are utterly powerless don’t get forgotten. If everyone who is like ‘Andrea’ gets a regular parade of inquisitive, persistent, honest, intelligent and compassionate visitors, it will be harder for abusers to get away with abuse.

The general principle is about having checks and balances; ‘interruption’; external reference points. NOTHING can be safely left to be a law unto itself. No-one should ever be left all alone. No institution -mental hospital, boarding school, monastery or convent, military college, orphanage, prison, nursing home – should be completely closed to scrutiny. Nothing, whatever the good intentions with which it was originally set up, should be immune to the ’surprise inspection’.

Because wherever there are powerless people you will find not only the genuinely compassionate, those with the Healer vocation, you will also find Abusers – many of them disguised as angels of light, many of them extraordinarily clever at lying and covering up their evil deeds.

It’s easy to dismiss the visitors as ‘do-gooders’; to laugh at naive prison visitors who get conned by clever crooks; to query the motives of whistleblowers and rockers-of-the-boat. But: there’s a place for the holy stickybeak who won’t be fobbed off and won’t shut up. What else were the Biblical prophets? They told us that YHWH pokes his nose into all the darkest corners and exposes what is done in secret. He interferes with evil.

There’s an Aussie ‘community developer’ called Dave Andrews who wrote a book called ‘Building a Better World’ – in it one of the ‘case studies’ is that of a brave whistleblower (I forget whether he was a patient or an employee) who became aware of gross abuses being perpetrated inside a Queensland mental hospital. He made noise; he refused to be silenced, and eventually brought about a major inquiry and – I think – criminal convictions. (Sorry I can’t give more details – I have the book but I just spent an hour looking for it in my library and it seems to have gotten mislaid). Dave talks about the incredible courage it takes to do that.

Likewise: we had a surgeon, in a large regional hospital in Australia, who was essentially killing patients by either incompetence or malice or both, and getting away with it; he was eventually exposed, and stopped, only by a combination of patients’ families refusing to be fobbed off, and a courageous nurse who observed things that disturbed her, refused to be silenced despite the hospital ‘covering’ for the doctor, and ultimately took the whole thing to her local Member of Parliament…who, blessings on him for doing his job, listened to her, believed her, and then ALSO himself, in parliament, refused to shut up about the case – result, BIG shake-up of health dept hiring procedures and practices, and Aussie govt chasing after the doctor (who shot through to another country) to bring him to trial on, I think, manslaughter charges.

Jun 3, 2008 - 6:20 pm 3. J Miller:

Dr. Chesler, Thank you for working so hard to expose this horrifying situation. We are failing the most vulnerable of us.

Jun 4, 2008 - 6:17 pm 4. Jennifer:

Two years ago today, I went to a friend’s home well i thought he was a friend. He called me his daughter, well the rest of my story will show you exactly what he was. First, I should tell you some background, I am blind since birth and take medication for bipolar disorder, at that time i was on tegritall forgive the spelling. I went to his house for a shower, and afterward, he had made some food. I should of noticed some of the comments he was making about seeing my “nice ass” but i didnt. I wanted to brush my teeth before going to bed, but he said no and that i would have to sleep with him. Well, he started to give me a back rub, with baby oil. It progressed to where he was touching me all over. He did things i have never had done to me before, and thats not the worst of it. I said yes out of fear, i knew he had guns i knew he could be dangerous when drunk. I had also been drinking as well so, i was surprised he hadnt been busted for giving alcohol to a miner. but, since i had said yes even t though it was out of fear, there were no charges. I got an order of protection, but how is that of any use when your mother starts to date the man? That’s right people my own mom dated my attacker. He told her i started it first as oddly enough earlier in the night he said he would i got this to say “you sick bastard.” So, now, he lives in the house i was supposed to own, and has a lot of my stuff. And is the horror of my nightmares. I cant even tell my boyfriend a damn thing about it. I know i look pethetic writing this here. but yes, the most vonerable are not protected. surely the state of missouri has more since??? I think i am suffering from ptsd along with bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. I cant figure it out though since mental health is one of the most under funded programs in the united states and no one gives a damn about us;. I mean no one.

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