ABSTRACT
This chapter explores women's first-person experiences with the mental health establishment. This unique contemporary anthology of women's experiential writing shares women's realities, perceptions, and experiences within the therapeutic environment. They are also instructive and enlightening for any practitioner working with women in a mental health setting. Doctor Martin walks from breakfast to madness. Late August, the author speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead still talk of pushing their bones against the thrust of cure. The shibboleth is spoken and we move to gravy in their smock of smiles. We chew in rows, their plates scratch and whine like chalkin school. There are no knives for cutting their throat. At first his hands kept empty, unraveled for the lives they used to work. The breaking crowns are new that Jack wore. People twist in the pull of the foxy children who fall like floods of life in frost.
