Celebrating the Anti-Psychiatry Movement
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been, they remain.
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
(“Say not the struggle nought availeth”, by Arthur Hugh Clough, 1848)
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On November 14, 2020, a regular reader and commenter on my posts, who uses the handle registeredforthissite, posted a comment which ended with this:
“When people end up suffering due to psychiatry, they end up here, but it’s still a niche minority.
Also, I’ve noticed for the last many years, it’s the same old commenters (including myself) who post here. Lots of comments. But very few commenters. Hardly a drop in a massive ocean.