Listen to the Silence

 This isn’t going to be one of those comfortable, witty, “how to stock your dungeon and make soup” rants.     This is going to be one of those gritty, uncomfortable, I-keep-looking-over-my-shoulder-while-reading-this rants.     So feel free to close it now.     Or to save it for a later time.    Won’t offend me a’tall, my darlings.    If you’re reading this, then you’re already familiar with my rants.    Because, really, why in God’s name would you read something I wrote otherwise?       So I’ll spare most of the apologies aside from this:    You’re not gonna like parts of this.    This Rant is a bit like going off to war – some of you ain’t gonna make it to the end, and we won’t be speaking again.    There is a bat.    A club.    A large, crude, oaken and vile thing that hangs in the closets of many “modern” Americans.    It is the “cause”-ist bat.    The labeling bat.    The baseball bat used by the masses to marginalize, dismiss and silence anyone who dares speak agains

I’ve read a lot of blow back generated against the Don’t Stick Your Dick in Crazy (Or Let it Stick Its Dick In You) concept.     So far, the overwhelming majority of it comes from those who have either suffered mental illness themselves, or partnered with those who have.     There is a wide spread array of responses, most boiling down to “DSYDIC is an unfair attack against people who are different,” or “How dare you not stick your dick in crazy, they have rights too!”    The ones that blow my mind?    The people who identify proudly as having mental illness.    The ones who refuse treatment, or say “I don’t need treatment, this is just who I am”.    For some, especially Axis II personality disorders, “this is who I am” is true to an extent.     That doesn’t mean there shouldn’t still be some ongoing treatment.    Sorry, but there’s a reason it’s called “mental illness”, and “personality disorder”.    Let me be clear.    I am not against people who suffer mental illness.   

So to start…a VERY bad Dr. Seuss imitation.    Because Dr. Seuss is awesome.      Have you done many dungeons, or played in play places?     Seen a bunch of black benches, or congregations of cages?       I bet you’ve seen walls upon walls of wondrous whips,   And all other manner of toys in your many night trips, Canes, crackers and floggers, all hanging on hooks;   And a bookshelf or two of night time picture books! But what aren’t you seeing, what should always be there, What you should look for (or should bring a spare), Is a bag of the things that are listed below - Or don’t then – ignore me; How would I know?        In the wake of hurricane sandy, this topic is gonna seem a little tart.    Hopefully, you’ve already heard it.     Probably not this vinegary, though.    Because the concept of preparing for emergencies, in my generation?    We suck.   We really, REALLY suck.   And that’s not a buck we get to pass along to Government, either.