THE DICTIONARY OF DISORDER
http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/?050103fa_fact
In the mid-nineteen-forties, Robert
Spitzer, a mathematically minded boy
of fifteen, began weekly sessions of
Reichian psychotherapy. Wilhelm
Reich was an Austrian psychoanalyst
and a student of Sigmund Freud who,
among other things, had marketed a
device that he called the orgone
accumulator—an iron appliance, the
size of a telephone booth, that he
claimed could both enhance sexual
powers and cure cancer. Spitzer had
asked his parents for permission to
try Reichian analysis, but his
parents had refused—they thought it
was a sham—and so he decided to go
to the sessions in secret. He paid
five dollars a week to a therapist
on the Lower East Side of Manhattan,
a young man willing to talk frankly
about the single most compelling
issue Spitzer had yet encountered:
women. Spitzer found this methodical
approach to the enigma of attraction
both soothing and invigorating. The
real draw of the therapy, however,
was that it greatly reduced
Spitzer’s anxieties about his
troubled family life: his mother was
a “professional patient” who cried
continuously, and his father was
cold and remote. Spitzer,
unfortunately, had inherited his
mother’s unruly inner life and his
father’s repressed affect; though he
often found himself overpowered by
emotion, he was somehow unable to
express his feelings. The sessions
helped him, as he says, “become
alive,” and he always looked back on
them with fondness. It was this
experience that confirmed what would
become his guiding principle: the
best way to master the wilderness of
emotion was through systematic study
and analysis.
Robert Spitzer isn’t widely known
outside the field of mental health,
but he is, without question, one of
the most influential psychiatrists
of the twentieth century. It was
Spitzer who took the Diagnostic and
Statistical Manual of Mental
Disorders—the official listing of
all mental diseases recognized by
the American Psychiatric Association
(A.P.A.)—and established it as a
scientific instrument of enormous
power. Because insurance companies
now require a DSM diagnosis for
reimbursement, the manual is
mandatory for any mental-health
professional seeking compensation.
It’s also used by the court system
to help determine insanity,
by social-services agencies,
schools, prisons, governments, and,
occasionally, as a plot device on
“The Sopranos.” This magnitude of
cultural authority, however, is a
relatively recent phenomenon.
Although the DSM was first published
in 1952 and a second edition
(DSM-II) came out in 1968, early
versions of the document were
largely ignored. Spitzer began work
on the third version (DSM-III) in
1974, when the manual was a
spiral-bound paperback of a hundred
and fifty pages. It provided cursory
descriptions of about a hundred
mental disorders, and was sold
primarily to large state mental
institutions, for three dollars and
fifty cents. Under Spitzer’s
direction—which lasted through the
DSM-III, published in 1980, and the
DSM-IIIR (“R” for “revision”),
published in 1987—both the girth of
the DSM and its stature
substantially increased. It is now
nine hundred pages, defines close to
three hundred mental illnesses, and
sells hundreds of thousands of
copies, at eighty-three dollars
each. But a mere description of the
physical evolution of the DSM
doesn’t fully capture what Spitzer
was able to accomplish. In the
course of defining more than a
hundred mental diseases, he not only
revolutionized the practice of
psychiatry but also gave people all
over the United States a new
language with which to interpret
their daily experiences and tame the
anarchy of their emotional lives.
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A Chemical also
Mimics Psychiatric Disorder
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Quote,
"It’s also used by the court system
to help determine insanity"
The chemical I've been learning
about mimics true psychiatric
disorder. I think that there are
some in mental institutions today
who have only been poisoned by
2-butoxyethanol.
It does a lot of bad things to
people
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I suspect it for being the root
cause of many cancers; and the cause
of 'gulf war syndrome' Chronic
Fatigue Syndrome, Chronic Fatigue
Immune Dysfunction Syndrome and a
lot of other things -
Maybe even SIDS - That's what I
think
*
Maybe even neuroblastoma such as
Alex had (the girl with the lemonade
stand)
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I wonder if there really is a cure
out there... for the autoimmune
hemolytic anemia that will be there
... beneath the other things it can
cause? Wouldn't it be sad if there
really has been a cure found, but
because the medical industry makes
so much money on people being sick,
they haven't told us about it?
(Someone I respect said that this
was the case. It is very hard to
believe)
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There was a fine gulf war vet who
checked himself into a VA
psychiatric institution on Christmas
Eve day last year. I don't suppose
his 2 boys had a very good Christmas
then. He said it didn't help. I'm
glad he got out.
www.valdezlink.com/gwv/chad.htm
Why did I study 2-butoxyethanol?
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Oh, and I suspect it for causing
deaths of Soldiers in Iraq with
'pneumonia' last year.
Whatever you do, soldier, don't walk
into the ARMS room if there's any
Corexit leaking!
states 'shatteredLife2,'
"I did spend a lot of time in the
arms room and there was a barrel of
something (50 gal.) I do slightly
remember something in that room... I
didn't know what it was though. It
also seems like something was
leaking... my mind is so messed up I
just don't recall things correctly?
there may have been a wet place on
the floor-- I'll have to try and
think back? I believe it was blue
though.
I felt fine though while in the arms
room. It is what came afterwards
though, the gray skin with a red
tint to it, bloodshot red eyes,
joint pain, body aches, headache,
chest pain, nausea, dizziness,
malaise, lassitude, disoriented,
confused, rapid heart rate, fever,
breathing problems, nervousness,
yellow thick mucus poured from both
nostrils, and severe coughing, and
severe fatigue, and I felt 80 years
old and had to grab onto the railing
after I went up a flight of stairs.
I was totally exhausted and my
lungs filled with fluid and showed
up on the x-ray as totally black in
both lobes. I was admitted
immediately to the hospital where I
stayed for 7 days sick as heck!"
6-13-04
In arms room - blue 50 gal drums -
Corexit?
Corexit was sold to the military. It
is a very bad mix that is 38%
ethylene glycol monobutyl ether and
may also have ethylene oxide ... at
least some.
With the red eyes, the puddle of it
on the floor possibly?
This could be the exposure that has
cause this illness
It will make ones body shut down
with too much exposure to it.
The arms room, that's it
The arms room!
rapid heart rate? yes this is what
2-butoxyethanol does - quickly
causes hemolytic anemia
Lungs filled with fluid?
this is a chemical pneumonia
what they would say now as the
soldiers in Iraq are dying of
pneumonia (more correctly it is
pulmonary edema) ... I bet this is
what is going on & have felt so from
the day I first heard of it.
There is a painter I met from Canada
last month who said he knew his
kidney cancer was from paint. I
said, yes, most likely. I asked him
if he had flu-like symptoms. He
said, 'no' dizziness. When the red
blood cells are dying off you are
loosing the oxygen that they would
carry ... that would be the
dizziness & a significant symptom.
At the hot temperatures in Iraq,
there's no telling how volatile this
chemical would be. I wonder what in
the world the military thinks this
is good for. It is a horrible
experimental chemical invention of
the Exxon Valdez oil spill cleanup
and not even selected for use; but
since, there is MSDS information
that it has been sold to the Dept of
Defense, to Australia for their 1995
oil spill cleanup and dumped from
airplanes for the Karachi oil spill.
Horrible poison/pesticide/solvent
that is a hazardous waste, per my
thoughts and should be disposed of
as such. Not transported, not
stored, not used for anything!
www.valdezlink.com/hi.htm
www.valdezlink.com/inipol/pages/2-butoxy_msds.htm
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January 1, 2005
Happy New Year!
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