Came home all paranoid feeling like something was chasing me. Had to make sure I locked the door twice, had to check the house just to reassure myself nothing was in there.
You know, I watched a PBS documentary about the history of transorbital lobotomy the other day. I learned a lot. I learned that it was created and advocated by essentially one ambitious physician, this guy named Walter Freeman. He had good intentions, he was trying to make the severely mentally ill treatable in an affordable way in a time when there were really no effective drug therapies and people were just sort of locked up in sh*tty warehouses to suffer.
Like some sort of Greek tragedy, his story unfolded. He wanted to be famous, and courted the press, and got his wish. People lauded him as a genius who had cured mental illness. Eventually, when outcomes were examined more thoroughly, the consensus moved to what we now know is the case: shockingly, pushing icepicks through the bone under a person's eyelids and wiggling them back and forth to sever the link to the thalamus isn't a good idea, even for the severely mentally ill. There were many parts of it that were disturbing, of course, but nothing really got to me until near the end, when, late in his life Freeman moved to the west coast and set up a private practice.
It was then, after it was clear that this wasn't a helpful thing for the mentally ill, that Freeman, in service to his ego and unable to accept the fact that the procedure was a failure, started carrying it out on his non-severely mentally ill patients. Including a four year old. Hannah's going to be four in a few months. I could have gone my entire life without thinking the thoughts I thought that night, and been a happier man for it. Do you know what my reaction wasn't, though?
It wasn't "They shouldn't be allowed to show this on television".
Edited, Feb 19th 2009 6:40pm by Smasharoo
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