Thank God, there are those who are trying to clarify the torture that the animals have undergone. The mentally ill are going through worse things than monkeys that have been experimented with for profit in cosmetic research, but unlike monkeys, no one fights to have their abusive treatment stopped.
These are human beings, who are always used as guinea pigs for pharmaceutical agencies. Instead of being treated, they are punished like animals. Unlike those with diabetes or heart disease, cared for by regular doctors and hospitals, the mentally ill are imprisoned and forensic hospitals, where they are beaten and mistreated.
My son, formerly a gifted student, considered a genius in math and music, found on a math quest in the field at age ten and invited to Duke University, suffered a nervous breakdown after his father stole everything his money as well as my life savings. and ran away, without even saying goodbye. He was much closer to his father who stayed home with him as he was to me, his mother, who worked from nine in the morning until ten at night, almost seven days a week. He couldn’t believe that a father could leave a son. He was sure that he himself had done something or said something that he did not remember. To this day he still believes it.
My son had to be acted as a baker, by court order, to receive treatment in a crisis center-psychiatric hospital on many occasions. Unfortunately, I am forced to call the police to take him to the hospital. That’s the way they do it in my state. Sometimes the police are trained and friendly, they take you straight to the hospital, they even speak to you calmly and in a respectful way. Other times he is beaten and taken to jail by violent and untrained police officers who like to abuse the defenseless. On this last occasion, he decided to cooperate and go to the hospital on a voluntary basis. I brought it to the Jerome Golden Center in West Palm Beach as you requested. The doctor received a court order and knew that he was going to be evaluated and treated. Instead of taking him to court as is commonly done when patients reject medicine, he threatened to do exactly that, if he rejected the medicine, but never complied. The psychiatrist, although he left messages for both the police and me, did not accept our calls and never responded to them.
He ignored the judge’s order and told the social worker to take our calls. Ignoring all of our pleas, he told my son to leave, knowing he was an active psychotic. He gave him a bus ticket and a bag of new clothes he had just bought and handed it to him, leaving it on the street in the middle of a severe rain, in fact the most severe, that we had that year. My son was confused, he left the bag of new clothes in the rain, took the bus pass and tried to find his way, in the storm, in a psychotic state to get home. He may have contracted pneumonia. Hours later, he walked miles from the bus to his house soaked and wet, dripping all the way.
Because of what the incompetent psychiatrist did, I had to obtain a restraining order and seek further treatment. The restraining order said that he threatened me and pushed for the police to take him to jail. Months later, while he was in jail, after a severe beating by the police in his cell, now full of his blood, after healing, he was accused of resisting and sent to the forensic hospital where he suffered continuous abuse. Next month he will be out for a year. He has lost 92 pounds and is still losing weight, teeth pulled, testicles kicked and punched in the face in the shower, and because he refused to shower, guards and technicians. He has been beaten by patients incited to be beaten by staff. A nursing assistant called him a snitch and in the latest attack he was taken to the hospital to have his lip stitched up and X-rays done on his head. While he was there, the friendly hospital staff brought him food that the guards refused to give him. Even when they tried to give him water, the evil guards refused to let him go, despite requests for help from the hospitals. If a dog was treated that way, there would be angry people. The next morning, hungry as he can be, but bruised and bloated, when asked if he was going to have breakfast, he refused, thinking that they would take him away, which, of course, they did not. Later that morning he left after being called for medicine and saw a tray with a box of cereal, hungry he asked if it was for him, they ignored him. Reluctantly, she left the tray alone and returned to her room, after taking her medications. When he came back out, he saw the tray being emptied after eating and asked about it to which the guards replied: “You didn’t want it.”
It is as if the world turned the clock back to ancient times when they were locked in rooms, some in chains. My son is constantly abused in a forensic hospital located in Florida City, Homestead now. I bring him seventeen dollar bills and visit him every week and am allowed to bring him candy, cake, chips and soda from the machines, with my bills, which he eats like crazy. He is still losing weight and nobody cares. The doctor told the dietitian that he needed more food and the dietitian refused. The dietitian did not return any of my calls, in fact only a few of the staff did. They can do whatever they want with these defenseless prisoners or patients, whatever you want to call them. My son asks me often
“Why do they hate so much?” Or: “I feel like an animal, they treat me so badly and say such horrible things; it makes me feel like nothing.” All I can say in response to that is
“They are evil, some don’t even know it. You can only pray for them, that’s all you can do.”
I have called staff in the past and even reporting agencies, one who admitted receiving other calls like mine.
They call this hospital the Center for Evaluation and Treatment of South Florida, but the staff admit that the only treatment is medication. My son has suffered from headaches and hallucinations with many of the medications that he was given, even admitting to giving him the wrong medications at times. When the psychiatrist was confronted with giving her a drug that didn’t work instead of one that we already know works, she replied, “I can do whatever I want.”
Jerome Golden’s manager, when told what his psychiatrist did, said, “The doctor has full authority to do whatever he decides to do.” There are funds for autism and groups that help abused animals, but no one cares for the mentally ill.
