Here is a poem by Elin:
My Hospital Record
is the worst
writing I ever saw
It should have
been some of my biography
telling something
about my life
The psychopathic
spirits are forcing
a deadly injection
of untruth
into my unwilling
soul
I am not willing
to admit
that my lack
of cooperation
makes their
methods fail
The record becomes
my wrongdoing
a collection
of untruths
I find it hard
to swallow
not letting the
anger
getting the
better part of me
and destroy
that too
It ruins me on
the inside
threatening
my health
if I can't let
it out in a bad manner
Because I cry
for help
but don't know
the words
by which I can
make myself understood
My reactions
become diagnosed
to make the
basis for
what treatment
I shall receive
That I see when
I read my record
written by the
professionals
who call themselves
authorities:
The Doctors of Psychiatry
Let's burn their
journals
and demand that
they begin again
to see people
from a different viewpoint
which must be
built on understanding
which until
now to a large degree
has been lacking
therefore they
try to compensate
or hide their
lack of care
and fear of
empathy
by camouflaging
and misleading
the whole system
they've been
set in charge of
How can in any
way also in words
anyone get the
help he or she needs
within this
system?
Elin Sverdrup-Thygeson
Galebevegelsen
Oslo, Norway.