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And so I knew it was coming.  My 1st of 5 unwanted mental hospital visit.  Truth be told they were all unwanted.   30ish days on average and that is if you sign up for willing evaluation.  Triple that to a sweet 90 by making a judge send you for evaluation. I've met men who've been there for 1 week, 1 month, 6 months, 6 years.  I learned, got a taste of what it meant to be institutionalized.  Took me back to my Navy days a wee bit. Pajamas all day.  Fresh pair given out in a weekend's time after our 1 in 7 day shower.  A huge difference in the mental hospital and the US Navy is the Russian mental hospital has little to offer for entertainment.  I was lucky enough to find a 725 page follow up to a Swedish crime novel about a girl with dragon tattoos in English that took 4 days to read. Lights on at 6 a.m.  Inspection before breakfast at 9:30.  I wake up fast, make my bed and get ready for my first legal narcotic of the day....

LEAVING THE SCENE, ALMOST So I get back from my latest Svetlana imposed psychiatric vacation, which brought up the question of divorce in polite conversation to learn that both my tablet and cellphone have been messed with. The Tablet glued shut around half its perimeter, the phone with two new holes along the edge of the back plate, and a camera that won't work. I asked Svetlana about this and she had no answer, played dumb. I am used to this. The last time I went into the psych ward I had at home 150 Phenezepam pills, 50 Zopiclone sleeping pills, and a handful of phenibut. THese all disappeared, but for 20 Phenezepam. Again she claied to know nothing. I am used to this. As in Victor NY, and in Denver CO, cops broke into my homes and planted drugs, cocaine and meth respectively. I got through those times and learned I was targeted. The next morning here in Russia I awoke at 3, which for me never happens and find drug laced cigarettes, stronger that pot, some sort of s...

My Recent Vacations (part 3) In my most recent stay st the Russian government Psychiatric hospital, where again I signed in willingly preferring an approximate 30 day stay as compared to the 'against your will' three month 'grand tour' of boredom and poor fitting pyjamas, I was pleased to find in that small library, a book in English, as it helped pass the time. It was the second in the series 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' 725 pages. I read it off and on in five days which pleased me even more as I have grown accustomed to the internet, with its bold headlines and articles that catch one's attention, at least mine, for the merest of minutes. So some of my earlier good habits, reading remain. I worry that my son, with cellphone glued to his hand will never attain this level of readership, indeed, we may be breeding a generation of idiots. I was sad when it was done, as the boredom returned. in a Russian state owned psychiatric hospital, you have t...

My Recent Vacations, Continued I learned more about the machine that is Russian State Psychiatry. It is a machine that needs to be fed, and I apparently have become something akin to raw meat. I don't like this analogy, but it is fair. My wife and I argue, she lies as she must, and I am forced to honesty, an unlikely marriage these 25 years later. I had no idea back then of the trap I had set myself into. She knew, was poor, and likely excited by the opportunity. I don't know, for she will never speak the truth. Upon leaving the Psychiatric Hospital, twitching and drooling, unable to sit still due to the anti-psychotic medication, no doubt I appeared as one in need. I took the opportunity to get sleeping pills, for I have had difficuty sleeping since reconciing with my wife, this a sign, ungood, Vopiclone. It works. I also asked for an anti-depressent, which became one of the biggest mistakes of my life, called Fevarin, worked for 7 months, coffee a bit stronger, me a bit li...

Psychiatry a trap, I found out. Russia has a law on its books, law 323.  It allows family and neighbors to report and seek assistance from the Russian government in the matter of family and neighbors who are in the eyes of the reporting neighbors and family a way to legally remove the bothersome person in question. My 'handler', my gangstalking bride has used this method upon me several times when we were in the throes of argument.  No one was more surprised than I.  Being carted away by three brutish semi policeman is an education I would prefer to forget and truth be told to return to my earlier state of blissful ignorance on the matter. I had read that part of being a 'targeted individual' often includes a road to the mental health care 'system'.  In my experience it does. Once legally kidnapped by these fine folk, stripped, given ill fitting pajamas my adventure and my education on how our world works continued. These forays into that arm of the Russian...