Stifled Progress

Nothing about the job intimidates him –
has lived the ups and downs of mental health –
besides, he cries for the children, abandoned
who jump from home to institution, lost.

Nods at warnings about attachment
knows all the drills of the hospital
feels certain he’s found his place –
is hit hard by the rejection

Seems personal experience, and the willingness
to speak the truth about stigma, shunning
and how many stay silent has no place
on a ward where old school rules.

(Written for Reena’s Xploration challenge #175. Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

10 thoughts on “Stifled Progress

      1. I was wondering if there was an actual event that prompted your poem. Disillusionment in the helping professions is such a tough thing, to realize you’re powerless to provide the help needed.

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      2. I also have a sister who lives with paranoid schizophrenia and have observed first hand the frustration. A psychiatric nurse once told me that our city has too few doctors to address the needs. I could go on….

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